Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59954 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 300(@200wpm)___ 240(@250wpm)___ 200(@300wpm)
“Crap is a bad word. You aren’t supposed to say it,” Allison informed her brother, wagging her finger at him.
“But Mommy just said it,” he argued.
“It’s an adult word,” Thatcher explained. “You can only say it when you’re older.”
Allison tilted her head to the side and asked, “How old?”
Everett put his hands on his hips and repeated, “Yeah, how old?”
If I’d been worried about anything other than birth control, my kids would’ve been cute enough to distract me from my predicament. But considering how often I’d been surprised by a pregnancy because the method we were using had failed, I couldn’t let them divert my attention from the mystery of my missing contraceptive patch. While Thatcher lectured Allison and Everett about words they couldn’t repeat, especially at school, I pulled my cell phone out of the beach bag and did a little research. What I found only freaked me out more. “Oh, crap.”
“What is it?” Thatcher asked, peering over my shoulder to look at the screen.
I elbowed him in the side, twisting my neck to glare up at him. “It says that if the patch falls off for more than two days, then the chances are high that I'll get pregnant.”
Thatcher’s nose wrinkled as he thought for a moment and then said, “I hate to be the one to break it to you, but the last time I remember seeing the patch was more than two days ago.”
“You and your huge cock struck again,” I hissed, turning around and poking him in the chest.
His gaze dropped to my bare stomach, and he shook his head. “Relax, sugar. You don’t know that you’re pregnant.”
“It says right here that nine out of a hundred people get pregnant while using the patch!” I jabbed my finger at the screen of my phone. “I bet your super sperm knocked me up last night. Or the day before.”
Reacting to my shrill tone, Hayden started to cry. I walked over and picked him up, and he snuggled into my chest. Thatcher rested his hand over our youngest’s head and asked, “Would it really be so horrible to have another?”
I pressed a kiss to Hayden’s forehead and looked at how happy the other three were to be playing in the sand. My eyes got a little misty as I answered, “Not even a little bit horrible.”
It was a good thing I was okay with the possibility of being pregnant...because it turned out that I’d been right about his sperm. We had our fifth, and last, baby the following Spring.
Their Love
Billionaire Jamison Kennedy fell in love at first sight with his sweet, country girl. They were from different worlds, but he knew she was meant for him. He wasted no time in sweeping Hazel off her feet and tying the knot.
Hazel was desperately in love with her husband, but she didn’t fit in with the glitz and glamor of New York high society. However, she was determined to be the perfect wife, even if it meant losing herself in the process.
Jamison knew something was wrong and he’d do anything to get back to the people they were when they first met. Because nothing was as important as their love.
Prologue
Jamison
“One more,” I growled as I shoved my tongue into my wife’s tight channel. She cried out, and I licked my way up to her clit, sucking it hard as I filled her with my fingers. I’d lost count of the number of times I’d taken her over the two weeks since we’d been married, but each time, she was every bit as tight as when I popped her cherry on our wedding night. “Give me one more, peaches.” I’d already wrung one orgasm out of her, but I was determined to get another. I wanted Hazel’s cervix to be soft and her womb primed to take my seed when I finally sank my cock deep inside her.
In the next second, Hazel’s hands dove into my hair and held on tight as she shouted my name while wave after wave of ecstasy crashed over her. I kept eating until the pulsing in her pussy began to dissipate, then I placed a soft kiss on her mound. I would never get enough of her taste; like peaches and cream.
She was panting, the movement bouncing her perky C-cups and making my mouth water to nibble on their hard, little tips. My hands dragged along her body as I moved up and over her. I was a few inches over six feet tall. At just barely five feet, she was tiny compared to me. My muscular body dwarfed her delicate one, and it made me feel even more protective, adding fuel to my already out of control obsession with my wife.
But, despite her slight frame, my girl was strong and could take everything I gave her in bed. I’d been afraid of hurting her at first, but on our wedding night, I’d lost myself to my mating instincts and ended up fucking her like a caveman. Afterwards, I’d mentally beat the shit out of myself for losing control and more than likely, scaring the crap out of my sweet, young wife. I’d done my best to hide the possessive, jealous beast raging inside me since we’d met. But when I finally claimed her, he refused to be contained any longer.