Total pages in book: 145
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 140184 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 701(@200wpm)___ 561(@250wpm)___ 467(@300wpm)
So, I’ll try something different.
“Mine means mine to me, Kennedy. I’m not Jonathan. Maybe he’s happy to share, but I’m not. It fucking shattered me that you went to him that night.”
Her face falls, but I stay the course.
She couldn’t have handled this a few nights ago, but she’s already getting stronger. I think she can take it now—and I know I can fix it if I’m wrong.
“You are the only woman I want, and I know it wasn’t about wanting him, but…” I look down and clear my throat. “I love my son, Kennedy, but I won’t lose you to him.”
Kennedy gently grabs my face and pulls me close. “That will never happen. I’m so sorry I even made a thought like that pass through your mind,” she whispers, kissing my face. “I’m so sorry, Milo. I love you so much.”
“I know,” I tell her, enjoying each and every apologetic kiss she presses against my skin.
“You’re the only man I want, I swear. The only man I’ve ever wanted. If I’ve ever made you doubt that for a single second, I am so, so sorry.”
“I know.” I catch her hand and kiss it. “But talk is cheap, sweetheart. You need to show me.”
I swear to God, she sighs with relief. Her slim arms lock around me and she holds me as close as she can. “I will,” she promises. “I’ll show you every single day if you need me to.”
Kennedy has told me she’s sorry, and I know she is.
I’ve told her that I understand and forgive her for any hurt she inflicted while she was trying to find her way through the pain, and I meant it.
But, at the end of the day, words can only take us so far.
Kennedy’s hand slides down between our bodies. She reaches into my pants and gently tugs me free. Her soft hand wraps tightly around my shaft and my eyes drift closed.
As she works me, my body gets so hot I feel like I’m boiling in my own skin. I need to get out of these clothes, so I reach down to push her hand away, then sit back on my legs and go to pull off my shirt.
When I do, I’m startled by the sight of a red stain on the bottom of my white dress shirt.
What the hell is that?
Kennedy gasps, pushing up on her elbows. Her eyes widen and jump to my face, alarmed. “Oh, my god. Are you… bleeding?”
My confusion deepens, but then I remember I was just between her thighs.
My gaze drops, and five fucking tons of stress falls off my shoulders.
“No, baby. You are.”
She gasps again, yanking up her skirt and looking between her thighs, but then she covers herself and her cheeks flush. “Oh, my god. Oh, my god!”
There’s blood on the sheets, but I don’t care.
I fall back on the bed beside her, a helpless grin splitting my face. Before I know it, I’m laughing. What the fuck else can I do?
Poor Kennedy is flustered, but she’s so giddy, she’s practically dancing as she hops off the bed. “I’m not pregnant. This means I’m not pregnant,” she enthuses, turning this way and that, too scattered and excited to think clearly. “Do you have a change of sheets? I need to put these in the laundry. I need to take a shower. Oh! My pretty nightie,” she says with a gasp, quickly peeling it off and checking it for blood.
“Kennedy, fuck the nightie.”
“But I love this nightie,” she says so earnestly, I want to squeeze her.
“Get your pretty little ass over here.”
She hesitates, but she’s too obedient in the bedroom to defy me, so she climbs back on the bed naked. “I’ll ruin your clothes.”
“Fuck my clothes,” I say, grabbing her around the waist and yanking her on top of me.
Her wild curls tumble over my face and tickle my mouth. I’m still grinning like a fucking idiot. I thread my fingers through her hair and pull her down to kiss me.
“I’m so sorry my body chose this moment to give us this glorious news.”
“This news is better than a thousand orgasms. I don’t care.” I pull her close and kiss the fuck out of her pretty little mouth.
“I knew you didn’t want me to be pregnant,” she says, lightly accusing, but still so joyful she can’t even playfully convince me she’s offended I bent the truth for her.
“Of course I didn’t want you to be pregnant,” I state, biting lightly on her bottom lip. “If anyone’s going to saddle you with a baby and ruin your life, it oughta be me.”
She grins against my mouth. “Mr. Granville,” she teases. “What a scandalous thing to—” She squeals with delight as I roll her onto her back, then lean in so I can kiss her with her curls spread out across my bed sheet.