Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78807 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Mom’s face softens. “You turned that answer around.”
“I want to be honest with you, Molly. I really mean it when I say that I want a good relationship with you.”
“I’d like that too.” Mom looks at me. “I bless your union. Though again, you’d do it anyway, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, but your support makes it easier.” I stand, move around the table, and kiss her cheek. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome.” She waves her hands at us. “Now go, I have calls to make, and I need to go speak with your father before he gets so angry his heart explodes.”
I take Dara’s hand and lead her away from mother’s lounge as quickly as I can. Once we’re safely in the hall, I push her up against the wall and kiss her, unable to wait.
She kisses me back, grinning like she’s sparkling. “Did that go well?”
“Better than it should have.”
“Are we going to get murdered?”
“Probably not.”
“Ah, you know just what to say.”
I kiss her gently. “Come on, love, I have one more surprise for you.”
“What is it?”
“A surprise.” I drag her along behind me, smiling like the madman I am.
Chapter 47
Dara
Finn leads me into the house, up the stairs, and to the guest suite. “What’s so urgent you need to yank my wrist out of the socket?” I say as I struggle to keep up with his long strides.
“While you were away, I had some improvements made.” He gestures toward the suite. “Go ahead. Take a look.”
I hesitate. “I’m not about to find some kink sexy dungeon, am I?”
“Would that be so bad?”
“Actually, no,” I admit.
“Sorry to disappoint then, but I have other space for that.”
“Don’t tease me.”
“Stop talking and go look in the room.”
I gently slap his shoulder before stepping past him and into the suite. I stand on the threshold, staring inside, my mouth falling open.
It’s been gutted. The furniture’s all gone, the floors have been refinished, and the decorations are missing. The fireplace is currently in the process of being converted to—something, I can’t even tell, but something with lots of soft foam.
And sitting at the far side is a crib.
I drift toward it, my hands trembling.
“I didn’t do too much,” he says, watching me from the door as I stand beside the crib. It’s white, plain, with a mattress at the bottom and a light blue sheet. “I know you wanted to decorate yourself, but I got the process started.”
“Finn,” I say, trying not to cry. “You did this?”
“Myself, actually. Didn’t even hire someone.” He smirks at the look on my face. “What?”
“I’m in disbelief, is all.”
“Shane helped a little,” he admits. “The fireplace was his doing.”
“What is happening there?”
“Babyproofing.”
“Ah, makes sense.” I chew my lip before a giddy laugh bursts from my chest. “You didn’t have to do this.”
“But I did.” He steps into the room. “This is going to be our nursery. Our child is going to grow up in this room. And maybe one day… siblings. In all the other rooms.”
“How many bedrooms are there again?” I ask in a hushed voice.
“Plenty.” He comes to me and takes me in his arms. “What do you say, love? We’re starting a family, right?”
“I thought you’ve had enough of family.”
“This is the good kind.” He kisses me neck. “Say you’ll give me as many babies as I want.”
I groan. “Finn, please.”
“Say it, love.”
“I’m not a baby-making machine.”
“We definitely disagree there.” He grabs my ass roughly. “Say it, love.”
“Finn.” I’m blushing like crazy. I get on my toes and kiss his lips gently. “We’ll see.”
“Say it.” His hand fists into my hair, gripping tight. “Say you’ll give me what I want.” His lips kiss my neck as his other hand moves up my blouse, unbuttoning it, then caressing my breasts. He thumbs a stiff nipple through the fabric. “Tell me you’ll let me fuck you again and again, coming deep between your lovely legs, making you scream each and every time, until this house overflows with babies.”
“I’m not super into the overflowing with babies part, but I like all the rest.”
“Say it,” he whispers, biting my earlobe.
I shiver with pleasure. “How many exactly?”
“As many as I want.”
I close my eyes. He pushes me against the wall and kisses my chest, my breasts, unhooking my bra to lick my nipples, sucking hard.
“Fuck,” I moan. “I’ll give you as many as you want, Finn. I swear, as many as you want.”
His eyes burn with a sudden intense delight. He drops to his knees, pulling off my jeans, kissing my inner thigh. I pull his hair, whimpering, feeling overwhelmed and dizzy with need as he licks my pussy over my panties.
“Wet,” he murmurs. “Wet and delicious. Love, you like it when I talk about fucking you until you’re nice and pregnant, don’t you?”
“I like the fucking part,” I admit.
He laughs, pushing my panties aside, and feasts. Tongue flat, lapping me hard. I groan, head thrown back as he takes me. I grip hard, thinking about this house full of laughter, full of children running around, full of Finn and me and all the love that we can make. I come on his mouth, come hard on his beard, twitching like I’ve lost my mind.