Total pages in book: 123
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 114467 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 572(@200wpm)___ 458(@250wpm)___ 382(@300wpm)
“That’s it?” she says. “Nothing more. No hand magic or mouth action?”
“Nothing,” I say and then look down at Zoey who starts to squirm. “And I’m not going to rush it.”
“It’s been six months of foreplay. How is that rushing it?” she asks me, and then Zoey turns her head to the side and tries to find my boob. “How can she be hungry again?” she shrieks, and I just shrug my shoulders. Lucky for me, my mother, Allison, Karrie, and Vivienne walk in at that moment.
“Well, well, well,” Allison says, looking at me. “That outfit looks a tad familiar.”
“I think so also,” Karrie says, and now I glare at them.
“Oh, snap, is this the walk of shame?” Vivienne says. “But then is it really shame?”
“Good morning,” my mother says to Zara and kisses her. “How are you doing?” She talks to Zara while Allison, Karrie, and Vivienne come over to me.
“So how was it?” Vivienne asks. “Is he all that and a big tall glass of ice water in the desert heat?” she asks, and Allison and Karrie just look at her, shaking their head. “I haven’t had sex in seven months. Seven months. I’m dry and so thirsty.”
“Is anyone going to tell me why she hasn’t had sex in seven months?” I ask while Allison grabs baby Zoey from me.
“No,” Vivienne snaps with her voice low. “No one needs to know. It’s just a bump.”
“I bet you would like to bounce on that bump all night long.” Karrie says to her, and Vivienne closes her eyes. “I swear the next time she has sex she’s going to be like a virgin boy going off as soon as she’s touched.”
“From your lips to God’s ears,” she says, and the next couple of hours are spent with us passing Zoey around. I leave before everyone else and make my way home, grabbing my phone and checking my messages.
Viktor: Why didn’t you text me?
Viktor: I’m waiting for an answer, Zoe.
Viktor: This will be discussed tonight in detail.
Viktor: I’m going on the ice, and by the time I get off the ice, I want you to check in.
I roll my eyes and then finally answer him.
Me: Oh my God. Made it to the hospital, going home now. I have a showing at four, so I’ll be working from home. You can call me when you can.
I’m not home for more than two hours when the doorbell rings, and I run down and open it, not expecting it to be Viktor with two boxes in his hand and a bouquet.
“What in the world?” I ask him, stepping back, and he comes in, dropping down the boxes on the table and the flowers and coming over to me.
“You didn’t call me?” he whispers and then picks me up, and my legs wrap around his waist. “I told you to call me.” I’m breathless from him being here, I’m breathless from being in his arms, I’m breathless yet want nothing more than to get lost in his kisses, again. “I waited for your call,” he says, walking through the house and to the couch. “I checked my phone five times in two minutes.”
“Antsy, aren’t we?” I joke with him, but then I see his eyes are a dark blue. He isn’t laughing at this. “I was fine.”
“But I didn’t know that,” he tells me. “I spent the past two months not knowing anything about you. I didn’t know if you were okay, where you were, or who you were with. I knew nothing.”
“But …” My voice dips down soft.
“But can you just give me this?” he asks me. “Please.” And everything in me melts. “Just give me this one little thing.”
I look into his eyes getting lost in the depth of the color. and I nod. “Okay,” I say right before he claims my mouth.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Viktor
“What are you doing?” I ask Zoe when I finally make it to the hotel room and call her. The past three days have been some of my best days yet. I’m either at the rink or with Zoe, and I swear my step is even lighter.
“I just got home,” she says, and she sounds tired. “They let Zara go home today, so I helped bring her home and set her up.” Evan was not pleased to be away and find out that Zara and Zoey would be headed home without him. He thought they would discharge her tomorrow when we get home, but she and the baby are doing so well, they let her go.
“Why didn’t you just sleep there?” I ask her, settling under the covers and then taking my phone and pressing the FaceTime button.
“Are you FaceTiming me?” she asks, surprised.
“Are you going to answer it?” I ask, laughing at her.
“Simmer down, big guy,” she says, and I see that it says it’s connecting. Her face fills the screen, and I see she’s lying in the bed on her side. “Hello there,” she says softly with a smile on her face. “Aren’t you a sight for sore eyes?”