Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 89950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89950 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 450(@200wpm)___ 360(@250wpm)___ 300(@300wpm)
“Are you trying to kill yourself, you idiot!” I said, my hand resting on my very pregnant belly. I couldn’t help but take in the delicious way my husband looked in his well-worn jeans and cowboy boots, a dirty, light blue T-shirt, and a his ever-favorite black cowboy hat. My insides clenched with desire. Maybe I could talk Miles into making love to me, to speed things up a bit. He’d probably go for it. He went for it last night, and this morning. The fun thing about being pregnant had been all the different positions we had sex in. Of course, feeling Miles place his hands on my stomach as he moved inside me had to be one of my favorite things in the world. That and peanut butter and bananas on sourdough toast.
“Where is he? I swear to you, Kynslee, I’m going to make him into a chicken dinner if he makes you fall!”
I tried to hide my smile as I watched Miles look for Rowdy.
“Miles, he didn’t mean to get into the house. When Whiskey chased after him, it simply scared me, that was all. I’m totally fine, and Rowdy is back in the chicken coop. Honestly, I wish he’d scared this baby out, I’m ready for her to make her appearance and stop kicking me in the ribs.”
Miles was looking all around but stopped and gazed up at me standing on the porch. A look of pure concern and love washed across his face and made me fall even more in love with him.
“You feeling okay today?”
With a half shrug, I said, “Meh.”
He frowned. “What does meh mean, Kyns?”
I felt another contraction and pulled in a deep breath as I held up my finger for Miles to hold on. He stared at me with a befuddled expression.
Fifteen minutes apart.
“I’ve been having contractions. Every fifteen minutes.”
Miles’s face went white as a ghost. “What? Did Rowdy do that?”
Laughing, I shook my head. “They started earlier this morning, after our little position experiment in the kitchen.”
Miles smiled as if remembering this morning. Then he raced up the steps and placed his hand on my stomach. Excitement danced in his eyes. I was just as excited, and if I was being honest, a little on the scared side.
“Lilly June is on her way?”
I grinned. When we found out we were having a girl, we had decided to name her the same name Miles had dreamt about the night before our wedding. Lilly June. We both loved it and thought of it as a sign from June.
“I think she’s getting close to being on her way. I called the doctor’s office and they told me once the contractions get longer than a minute or every four to five minutes apart we should head in.”
“Okay, so right now they’re fifteen minutes apart.”
“Want to fool around a bit and see if we can make them come faster?”
His brows lifted. “Would that help?”
“I’m desperate for anything to speed this along.”
“Gee, thanks for that, princess.”
I ran my finger over his chest. It was soaked with sweat, and it turned me on.
“Kyns, I need to take a shower.”
“You take a shower, I’ll wait for you in bed.”
“Deal!” Miles said, kissing me on the lips, then rushing into the house.
By the time I waddled into our bedroom and managed to get undressed, I’d had another contraction. This one was stronger, and I had to stop and do some breathing. Nothing terrible, though.
Miles walked up behind me, wrapping his arms around me. The baby kicked his hand and we both laughed.
“I think Lilly is wanting some more room, as well,” Miles said, kissing my neck and moving his hand lower on my stomach. I leaned into him, the feel of his strong body holding me up. I’d never get tired of Miles touching me.
His mouth went to my ear where he whispered, “Put your leg up on the bench, princess.”
I did as he asked. He had to move to the side, since my large belly kept him from being able to reach all the way around. Once he started playing with my clit, I knew it wouldn’t take long. I could feel the orgasm building, and I needed it desperately.
“Faster, Miles. God, I need to come.”
He slipped his fingers inside me, rubbing right where he knew I liked it.
“Yes. That’s it. I’m so close.”
When he pressed against my clit, I nearly exploded. My eyes closed, and I saw stars bursting from behind my lids.
“Oh, God! Miles!”
“Jesus, Kyns, you’re soaking. You really did need that orgasm.”
My eyes snapped open, and I thought for a moment I had peed.
“God, I want inside you, now,” Miles whispered against my ear.
He went to move me to the bed, but I didn’t move. I looked down and gasped.
“My water broke.”
“I know, princess. I’m going to… Wait, what did you say?”