Total pages in book: 135
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 135955 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 680(@200wpm)___ 544(@250wpm)___ 453(@300wpm)
My brain catches up, computing his words. “No.”
“No?”
The visual of the finished sketch in my hand plays out in my head. It’s beautiful, classy, and absolutely flawless.
“Glitz and glamour are fine, but I don’t want the huge ass party. I never have. What Harley had was great. It’s not my style. Our families and friends, you, me, and an intimate affair at my parents’.”
“Say yes,” he urges, stepping closer.
“Did you see this?” I press the sketch to my chest protectively.
“Ember banned me from looking.”
I study him, knowing how much this means to him. All the apprehensions of getting married while pregnant dissolve. At this moment, it’s all clear.
Not the house, nor the dress, nor the most perfect shoes ever.
It’s him and me—starting our future.
“August,” I breathe out, reality setting in. “I’m getting married in August.”
His mouth splits into a wide grin, and he hauls me to him, burying his face in my neck. “Fuck, baby, I love you.”
Tiny little hearts rupture in my chest, joining the fluttering in my stomach.
His hands slide under the hem of my dress, his fingers hooking in the sides of my panties.
“No way.” I push him. “There’s no time for that. I have like a gazillion calls to make—my mom, Ember, Harley if she’s off the plane, Daddy will have to get someone out to section off the land behind…” His finger goes to my lips.
“You have one hour. Make your calls, and add my mom to that list because she’s dying to talk to you. Then you’re mine. I’m taking you to dinner, and we’ll celebrate afterward.”
“An hour isn’t enough time! My mom alone will take an hour.”
“Margo already knows what’s going down.”
“You gave my mom a heads up about ambushing me with an Ember Hayes exclusive design?”
“Jewls,” he says, his blue eyes dancing with amusement.
“What’s funny?”
“Kiss me.”
“We have to…” My protests die when his mouth crashes over mine.
I completely forget about everything else, melting into him.
Epilogue
Major
I power into her, knowing she’s close.
“Let go.”
“Not yet, it feels too good.”
“Damn, baby, you need more, I’ll get you there again.”
Her eyes flash with appreciation, her hips surging up to meet mine. I watch it wash over her, the pleasure leaving her lips on a strangled cry.
The sound never gets old.
“More,” I demand, pumping harder.
Her glassy eyes roam over my chest appreciatively before locking with mine. She licks her lips, and I’m taken back to waking up with those lips wrapped around my cock. Her hand stroking my shaft in the same rhythm as her speed, sucking me deep. Hitting the back of her throat and feeling the vibration of her approval.
My dick throbs and balls tighten in warning. I grip her hips, hammering relentlessly. She grins playfully, cupping her tits and tweaking her pebbled nipples.
She’s testing me, knowing what it does when touches herself. Especially when I’m inside her. The knot at the base of my spine unravels at the image of her laid out below me, her hair wild, skin flushed, and eyes gleaming with longing and challenge—a fucking goddess.
“So fucking beautiful.” I drop, sucking one nipple into my mouth roughly.
“D-d-don’t stop.”
“Never.” I scrape my teeth over the peak, repeating on the other side.
Her hands fist in my hair, nails scraping the scalp. I suck, nip, and lap over her tits until she’s writhing.
My lips trail up her chest and throat, nibbling and moving over her skin until they’re hovering over her mouth.
“All fucking day, I’ll be hard thinking about the image of you worshiping my dick.”
“I love it.” Her raspy whisper spurs me on, my hips drilling faster.
“Best way to wake up. Each time I think it can’t get any better, you prove me wrong.”
Sweat rolls down my back as I continue to fuck her ruthlessly.
“Major, I’m close again.” Her eyes roll back in her head, her neck pressing into the mattress as her body bucks.
She cries out, clinching hard. I’m helpless to her pull, falling over the edge with her.
I pump into her possessively, my cock pulsating in sync with her pussy. I continue to thrust slowly until she opens her eyes. The satisfied sparkle pierces deep inside my chest. For the rest of my life, this is mine.
“I love mornings.”
“You good enough to get through the day?”
She narrows her eyes. “Are you complaining?”
“Hell no, but tonight you gotta tone it down, baby.”
“We can’t have sex tonight. Or for the next two days,” she replies with a croak in her voice.
“Try to stop me.”
She wiggles underneath me, my dick lurching inside her. “Seriously, Major. There’s no way I can have sex in my parents’ house. Plus, your parents will be down the hall.”
“We’ll be quiet.”
“No way.”
“Okay.” I steal a quick kiss and roll to my side, folding her into me.
“Okay? That’s it?”
“I’m not taking the bait.”
“It’s not bait. Our families are coming together to plan our big day. We can abstain and control ourselves.”