Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97195 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 486(@200wpm)___ 389(@250wpm)___ 324(@300wpm)
He chuckled. Christian arched an eyebrow at me. “So, you’re telling me if I ordered you a brownie sundae with extra cherries on top, you wouldn’t be able to eat it?”
I paused. “Well, I mean…”
Caiden barked out a laugh. “I swear you’re going to have a girl.” He shook his head. “Your cravings for sweets are fucking insane.”
I shrugged and gave Christian puppy dog eyes. “Please?”
He rolled his eyes. “I already ordered it for you, beautiful.” He grinned at me. “I knew you would want it. My brother is right. You can’t resist sweets these days.”
I shrugged as a blush tinted my cheeks. He grabbed my hand and pressed a kiss to my palm. Caiden wrapped an arm around my shoulders and pressed a kiss to my temple. “I’m going to start looking at nursery furniture here soon,” Caiden spoke up. He looked down at me. “I need you to send me some ideas you have in mind.”
I furrowed my eyebrows at him in confusion. “I don’t even know what I’m having yet.”
He shrugged. “I didn’t say I was buying clothes, babe—just the furniture. We can go ahead and buy the crib, dressers, and all that other furniture shit.” I laughed. He rolled his eyes, but a smirk twitched at his lips. “Do you have anything in mind?”
I shook my head. “I just want the changing table attached to the crib,” I told him. “That’s my only request.” I looked at Christian. “You have any ideas?” I asked him.
He shook his head. “I’m shit at buying furniture—ask Caiden. I left furniture buying up to him for the house. Otherwise, I would have forgotten half the shit that was needed.”
I giggled. Caiden gently squeezed my shoulders. “Are you wanting the nursery painted?”
I shook my head. The walls in our house were a light gray, and I liked them. It reminded me of a dark, rainy day, when the rain was just steadily falling. “The walls can stay as they are,” I told him. I leaned up and pressed a quick kiss to his lips. “Thank you.”
He hooked his index finger under my chin and pulled my lips up to his again. “You’re welcome, baby.” He nodded his head at something behind me. I turned around and let out a small squeal at the sight of my brownie sundae with extra cherries. Christian laughed and smirked at his brother as the waiter set it down in front of me. “You might be able to kiss her right now, bro, but I’m the one that just made her fucking day.”
Caiden rolled his eyes. I had gotten used to the banter between them. I used to think that they were really in competition with each other, but turned out, they were really just teasing each other.
“You have to go back to work after this,” Caiden reminded him. “I’m the one that gets to make her scream my name later while you’re sitting behind your boring-ass desk.”
I almost dropped my spoon as I stared up at Caiden, my entire face and neck flaming. Christian began laughing. Caiden only smirked at me. “Eat your sundae, babe. You’re going to need every bit of energy that sugar gives you.”
As soon as the alarm was off, Caiden swept me up into his arms and carried me to our bedroom. He laid me down on the bed before he crawled over me, his lips hungrily devouring mine. I moaned, quickly losing myself in him. I tangled my fingers in his hair and spread my thighs, cradling his muscular body between them.
He lightly thrust against me, and I whimpered, lifting my hips to meet his next thrust. He shoved my shirt over my head and pulled my bra off. Sitting up, I yanked his shirt over his head, pressing my body closer to his as I kissed him again. With a low growl, he gripped a handful of my hair and took control of the kiss, forcing me to submit to him.
We laid back down, and he shoved a knee between my legs. I moaned into the kiss, rubbing myself over his jean-clad thigh, soft moans and whimpers falling from my lips. “There you go, baby,” he growled in my ear. He reached down and yanked my leggings and panties off of me, leaving me completely naked beneath him. He kissed me again, his leg moving back to its previous position.
I snapped my eyes up to his when he suddenly gripped my chin. “I want to watch your face and those pretty fucking eyes as you get yourself off,” he rasped. He lightly applied pressure between my legs with his thigh. I moaned at the sensation of his jeans rubbing my clit.
“Yes, baby. There you go,” he praised when I began to rub my clit over his jeans, so fucking lost in him that I couldn’t even be embarrassed. “So fucking sexy, baby.”