Total pages in book: 47
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 47176 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 236(@200wpm)___ 189(@250wpm)___ 157(@300wpm)
This is it. The moment it all begins.
“Oh my…,” she trails off, shuddering. “That was….”
She stares up at me. “Are you going to?”
I snarl as an answer, fucking her even faster, pounding her horny young slit. I can’t stop, couldn’t if a war started right outside the window.
“That’s it,” she moans, reaching up and cradling my face. “Finish for me, Jamie. E-explode.”
“Yes, yes,” I growl. “Keep saying that. Just like…that.”
It’s so difficult to talk with all the rushing urgency, feeling harder than hard, more solid than solid. Feeling like nothing else matters, nothing else exists but my woman and her bouncing breasts and that look on her face as she speaks…
A look that tells me she means it.
She needs this.
She needs my seed.
Fuck, I’m bursting with it.
“Please,” she moans, making my balls tingle. “Come inside me. Please, Jamie, so we can st-st-start our future.”
I roar – probably way too loudly – as I collapse atop her.
My shaft erupts, and all the withheld seed explodes from my dick. It’s all I can feel, my seed emptying, every sensation in my body aimed toward that, this feeling, how right it is.
How us.
I hold her when it’s over, cradling her in my arms as she softly traces patterns onto my chest with her fingernail.
“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” she whispers.
I smirk, lean down and kiss the top of her head. Her scent washes through me, one I know I can never live without.
“You don’t have to be,” I tell her. “It doesn’t change anything. Except you really are mine, Jennifer. Nobody else gets to do what we just did. Not with you. Not ever. Understand?”
“Yes,” she says passionately. “That’s all I want.”
“Good.” I kiss her again. “Because you’re all I need.”
“I’m going to tell Kelly when she wakes up,” Jennifer murmurs. “If there wasn’t anything romantic between you….”
“She won’t care,” I say, nodding. “I’m certain about that, not about our relationship, anyway….”
“So, what will she care about?” Jennifer asks.
I sigh.
“It’s the thing you promised you wouldn’t talk about?” she prompts.
“Yeah.” I kiss her a third time, pausing to inhale her scent again. “Are you going to ask her?”
“Maybe,” Jennifer says softly. “But after all that’s happened, I don’t want to rush her into anything.”
“Oh, yeah,” I say, chuckling lightly. “Because we hate rushing into things.”
She laughs at the sarcasm and then kisses my sweaty chest gently. “We’re different, Jamie. I think all this craziness has proved that.”
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
Jennifer
It’s weird how quickly the strange can become normal. I learned that in the days after mom and dad’s deaths. How regular grieving can eventually become tolerable even though there is still absence or pain.
But now there’s a new feeling.
This is strange, this new life we’ve fallen into.
It’s been five days since the cabin, since Jamie and I first had made love. I remember that first time – the first time for me – with so much vivid intensity, that it almost makes my body shake.
We’ve made love at least ten times since then. I’m not counting, but each time is better than the last, each time less nerve-inducing, making me less self-conscious.
But even that first time was a dream, a fantasy.
There were moments when I thought maybe he’d be too big, but then it felt like heaven, searing, soul-lifting freaking nirvana.
It was – and is every time – the best feeling.
Because I know why we’re doing it, even now, maybe our first child is growing in my belly.
I smile, looking down the yard at where Benny sleeps, curled up, Lucifer draped across his paws.
I’m sitting in Jamie’s backyard, my textbook on the table next to my glass of iced tea. All four of us are staying here – or six if you count the doggies – while Matt and Jamie try to find Junior.
Kelly walks onto the porch, adjusting her ponytail.
Sitting next to me, she offers a smile.
“Is everything okay?” I ask.
She nods. “Matt said we’re all clear.”
One of them – Matt or Jamie – always stays at the house, just in case Junior’s men try their luck. But so far, it’s been quiet.
“Maybe he went into hiding,” I muse.
“He’s probably scared of your knight in shining armor,” Kelly teases lightly, with warm affection in her tone.
I smile, my cheeks getting that tingly, happy feeling.
“You know I thought you were going to hate me for that.”
We’re inching closer to the topic.
I told Kelly about me and Jamie the evening he took my virginity…
But although Kelly agreed she and Jamie had never been together – and even if Kelly said she’s thrilled for me and can tell how happy I am – she didn’t tell me why they pretended to be in a relationship.
“I can’t explain, not yet,” she said, not looking me in the eye.
I wanted to tell her she had to. There was no way I could just go on like she and Jamie – my man – hadn’t pretended to be together for months, all while Jamie wanted me, and I wanted him.