Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81520 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 408(@200wpm)___ 326(@250wpm)___ 272(@300wpm)
“Hey,” I say softly, tucking a few loose strands behind her ear.
“Hey,” she says back.
We lie in silence for several minutes, and then, like a dam at capacity, her lids fill with tears, and they spill over. Not wanting to wake Felix, I pull her face to my chest and hold her tightly. “It’s okay,” I whisper, kissing the top of her head while she quietly cries into my shirt. “Everything is okay.”
EPILOGUE
LAYLA
Two Months Later
“Wow, this place is beautiful.” I glance around as Camden pulls my chair out for me, and I have a seat. Life can get busy, especially with his line of work, so he insisted on weekly date nights. I wasn’t about to argue since it meant my amazing, handsome husband was taking me out and spoiling me at least once a week. I mean, what woman would say no to that?
But tonight is a special occasion because, after two months of wondering what would happen to David—since the bullet didn’t kill him—it’s all over. He was charged with several crimes, including kidnapping and endangering a minor and attempted murder on two counts—since his plan was to kill Felix and me and end his own life—and found guilty of all of them. He lost all his parental rights to Felix, and today, he was sentenced to life in prison. It’s been hard on Felix since he’s young and doesn’t understand everything, only knowing his daddy was mean to him, so we’re seeing a therapist every week, which I think is helping.
“You look stunning,” Camden says, sitting next to me and rubbing my small bump. The guy can’t keep his hands off me, and it’s only gotten worse since I started showing. His mom warned me the Blackwood men loved pregnant women, but I didn’t fully get it until I experienced it.
“I was thinking, before you go on tour, we can do a weekend getaway since Felix is still in school,” I suggest as we look at the menu.
“That sounds perfect,” he says, taking my hand and kissing the top of it. “Where were you thinking?”
“I don’t know. Somewhere we can relax since I can’t really do much being pregnant.”
“We’ll figure it out.” He lets go of my hand and moves his hand down my belly to my thigh, massaging the flesh. Since I’m wearing a dress that’s on the short side, he’s able to glide his fingers easily under the material and tease me.
“Not here,” I hiss, glancing around. You never know who’s watching or taking a picture.
He chuckles softly. “C’mon, I’ll make it quick. You know I can get you off in like five seconds.”
I glare at him. “I don’t want to get off in five seconds. I want to fully enjoy it.”
He backs off slightly, but the entire time we’re eating and talking, he makes it a point to still touch me… everywhere but there, and by the time we get home—Felix is spending the night with my mom—I’d be completely okay with him making me come in five seconds. But of course, that’s not what he’s going to do.
He lays me out on the bed, undresses me so I’m completely naked, and then starts working me over slowly, sucking on my neck, tweaking my nipples, massaging my thighs. Not once, though, does he touch my clit, and I know it’s because he’s going to draw it out and make sure I can’t say he got me off in five seconds.
When his fingers dip into my warmth, I wiggle my ass, silently telling him I want some ass play. He grins and grabs the lube, squirting some onto his finger. His tongue licks my center—everywhere but my clit—and his fingers push into my ass, deliciously filling me.
“More, please,” I beg when he uses his other hand to finger my pussy.
“I’m not sure if you’re ready for more,” he murmurs, kissing my belly, just under my belly button.
“I am,” I breathe. “Please.”
“Hmm… I don’t know. I need to make sure you’re fully enjoying this.”
He dips his face between my legs and laps straight up my seam, brushing softly against my clit. It vibrates in need, and I squeeze my legs together, making Camden chuckle.
“Please,” I whine. “I need to come.”
He laughs against my pussy, but does as I say, taking the swollen nub between his lips and sucking on it. Sparks go off behind my lids, but then he stops.
“Camden, please,” I moan, riding his fingers that are still in my ass.
His tongue glides back and forth along my clit, taking me higher and higher until I’m dangling off the edge. Then like the perfect lover he is, he takes me right over it, sending me flying as I experience a mind-blowing orgasm.
Once I’ve come down, he removes his shirt, using it to wipe his fingers and face, and undoes his pants, exposing his long, thick cock. I take it in my hand and stroke it a few times before I guide it into me. The moment we become one, we both sigh in contentment. He makes love to me, switching between soft and sweet and hard and rough. It’ll never get old, being with Camden. I’ll never have enough of him. I’ll always want and need more, and he’ll always give it to me.