Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 123(@200wpm)___ 98(@250wpm)___ 82(@300wpm)
He didn’t say a word. I was caught in his embrace, his big arms circling my waist, his lips finding mine for an insistent kiss. Ever the alpha, his tongue thrust between my lips, deepening our contact and unmistakably marking me as his territory. He dragged me up the stairs to my second-floor room, slamming the door shut behind us.
“What… what are you doing in Alaska?” I gasped. “How did you find me? How did you know where I live?”
“Shh, no words Wildflower,” he murmured in my ear. “Just feel.”
Gently, he removed my clothes, dropping the shabby plaid shirt and jeans to the floor. He was tender as he stroked my curves, lovingly cupping my breasts in the palms of his hands, running his fingers softly over my wet slit. When he got to my belly, he traced it reverently, murmuring, “Were you ever going to tell me?”
I flushed. “Yes, I was calling to say that you’re going to be a father again,” I said simply, letting my body tell its story. He pressed an ear against my burgeoning stomach, worshipping my new curves. “Wildflower,” he ground out. “I can’t wait.”
I knew what he wanted. I lay back on the quilt as he shucked off his clothes, his male member engorged and aroused. The ten inch length waved proudly in the cold air before he covered me with his body, his warmth surrounding me, penetrating me. With a growl, he took me fully in one motion, his cock entering my depths, making me a whole woman once again.
“Liam!” I cried out, my body rocking underneath his.
“Shhh, Wildflower, Wildflower,” he hushed, my name a prayer on his lips. He moved in me like the rolling waves of the sea, with a naturalness born of the surety of belonging. I clasped him to me, his broad shoulders a life raft as I was swept into the escalating whirlpool of sensations. I could feel my body trembling, the heat pooling between my legs and Liam seized a nipple in his mouth, the bud already hard as my pussy undulated beneath him.
“Oh Liam!” I cried as I orgasmed. My pussy clenched around him for the first time in five months, hungrily milking him as if he’d never been gone. He joined me in release as his cock spurted, wild streams of semen shooting deeply into my cunt, spraying my insides with rope after rope of virile, viscous sperm. I loved every second of it and began crying softly, burying my face against his shoulder.
Slowly, his hips ground to a halt and he just let me cry for a while, our bodies still entangled in the aftermath of our journey together. He was big, virile, and impossibly sexy, even through the cascade of tears.
Without pulling out, he caught my lips in a kiss. “Wildflower, we’re getting married,” he stated simply.
“What do you mean?” I couldn’t process anything with my emotions in overdrive, but Liam seemed grimly determined.
“We’re in Alaska, which permits marriages between step-siblings,” he said. “If we get married here, everything will be legit and we can start our lives anew.”
Was it true? Had I been so naïve as to think that all states prohibited marriages between steps?
“But what about Sabrina? What about our families?” I asked tentatively.
“They’re taken care of,” he ground out. “Sabrina was nothing, she’ll never show her face again. But your mother …” his voice trailed off. “Your mother was the one who masterminded the whole scheme. Your mom wanted to punish Robert because she believed he purposefully never gave her a cent for your upbringing. But actually, the money was never his. It was always my mom’s family fortune that funded his lifestyle,” he said.
“My mom?” I asked dumbfounded. “Lilly was the one behind all of this?”
He nodded grimly. “I was going to destroy her as well, but realized that she was nothing but a sad old lady. And more importantly, the grandmother of our two children,” he said, lightly tracing his fingers over my stomach again.
But I still had questions.
“How did you know where I was? How did you find me?” I asked softly.
“Wildflower, I knew where you were as soon as you arrived in Alaska. You think this boarding house really had a need for an assistant cook? You think Miss Lyons wanted to take another child into her daycare program? I needed to make sure you and Georgie were taken care of, even if you never wanted to see me again,” he said, his anguish apparent in the set of his shoulders.
“I couldn’t bear the thought that you might never want to see me again, but I followed you here anyways. Imagine my torment when I saw that you were pregnant! I almost confronted you with the knowledge, but knew you had to come to me on your own terms.”