Total pages in book: 23
Estimated words: 21255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 21255 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 106(@200wpm)___ 85(@250wpm)___ 71(@300wpm)
I melt against him, looking up at his strong features with adoration.
“I know you will, Mr. Sterling. And you know I don’t care about material things or where we live. As long as we stick together, we’ll be alright.”
With that, our lips meet, and everyone else in the noisy backstage area disappears because all that matters to me is this man. We’ve already been through a lot, from rescuing my cat on the roof to a bout of incredible sex right there in the sunshine, but you know what? I wouldn’t change a thing. We may live in Vegas now, but this man’s arms are the place I truly call home.
EPILOGUE
Sam
A few months later.
I gasp and let out a squeal as Randy smacks my behind fondly. When I turn to shoot him a faux annoyed look, he doesn’t look apologetic at all. Instead, my boyfriend’s wearing a large smirk on his face.
“Damn, you look good!” he growls. “Out of all the women at the party, you’re the hottest honey. You know that don’t you, baby?”
I try to keep on a serious face but just as always, it’s a horrible failure. Instead, I laugh merrily.
“Thank you, but I know you don’t mean it because I’m as big as a whale right now. Plus, your son or daughter has been kicking up a storm lately, so not only am I a whale, but I’m a bumpy whale.”
But my boyfriend’s blue eyes are serious.
“No baby,” he whispers in my ear. “Bumpy whale or not, you look gorgeous like this,” he says, running one big hand over my swollen belly. “You are the most beautiful woman here, honey. Take my word for it.”
I smile happily at him because my dreams have come true. I’m pregnant by the man I love, and not only that, but we live together in a spacious two-story home in Vegas. Things have happened so fast that it’s incredible. Randy’s making a ton of money as a dancer, and not only that, but he’s really popular too. As a result, Thunder Strike just promoted him to feature dancer, and we’re throwing a party in our backyard to celebrate.
Back in New Jersey, we wouldn’t have been able to afford it. Property there is expensive and both he and I lived in small apartments. But here in Vegas, our two-story home is a gleaming piece of new construction, with a cathedral ceiling in the living room and modern chef’s kitchen. We have a huge master suite upstairs, and right next to it is a room that I’ve transformed into a nursery. Everything’s yellow right now because we’ve decided not to find out the baby’s gender in advance. It’ll be a surprise.
But today, we’re throwing a party to celebrate, and have invited dozens of friends over for a swim. The swimming pool is huge and the water is a gleaming aquamarine. I got those swan-shaped floats that seem to be all over Instagram, lending a festive air, and quite a few folks are already perched on them, floating around in tiny bikinis and swim trunks.
That’s the thing about Vegas. People out here are good-looking because so many of us are in show business, in one way or another. But I feel confident even with my big belly, and not only that, but my boyfriend loves my curvaceous form, so that’s enough for me.
Taking a fruit platter in hand, I make my way outside before setting down the big steel tray.
“Hey, you shouldn’t be carrying something so heavy,” a low growl sounds behind my shoulder. I spin around and sure enough, it’s Jethro Stills, Randy’s buddy from home.
“Hey Jeth,” I greet with a fond hug. “Oof, you’re getting a belly bump along with this hug.”
The handsome man just smiles as the light glints off his black hair. He really is ungodly handsome, and could probably make a living as a male model if he wanted to. But he quirks a grin my way.
“No worries. So how have you been, Sam?” he asks. “We miss Randy out in Cedar Toms, although I have to say Las Vegas is amazing,” he says appreciatively while looking around. There are a couple ladies in string bikinis splashing in the water about ten feet away, and I can tell they’re eyeing the handsome firefighter right back.
“Vegas is good,” I smile. “Why, are you thinking of moving out? How’s New Jersey? How are the guys down at the station?”
He heaves a dramatic sigh.
“It’s lonely without Randy,” he grouses as my boyfriend strides over. “I was just telling your girlfriends how much we miss you back at the Cedar Toms FD. Coming into work just isn’t the same without this guy’s ugly mug to keep me company.”
“Sorry about that,” my lover shrugs. “Next time, I guess I’ll try harder not to let photos of my cock get out.”