Total pages in book: 235
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 227851 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1139(@200wpm)___ 911(@250wpm)___ 760(@300wpm)
I laugh on the inside as I pull her face toward me. “Don’t threaten me with Cornwall.”
And she bursts into tears all over me, sobbing uncontrollably. Whoa! “Baby, I’m joking,” I say quickly. “Anyone would have to slice their way through me to get to you. You know that.” Jesus Christ, is this pregnancy? Will it make her forget who I am, what I stand for, what I need? I tug her across the center console, and she’s quick to hide in my chest, wetting my T-shirt with her tears.
I feel fucking awful. “Ava, look at me,” I demand softly, trying to encourage her out. My heart melts and breaks all at once at the sight of her dejection.
“I’m going to be so fat,” she says over a snivel. “Massive.” A sniff. “Twins, Jesse!”
Oh my God, what is she saying? She’ll be even more beautiful.
“You won’t . . .” She swallows, looking away.
Oh no, she’s not seriously thinking that? “Desire you?” I say in disbelief, and she nods jerkily. “Baby, that will never happen.” I only have to touch her and my dick pings to attention. That will never change.
“You don’t know that,” she sobs, her face bunched. “You don’t know how you’ll feel when I’ve got swollen ankles and I’m walking like I’ve got a melon wedged between my thighs.”
Laughter rises fast and falls out loudly. “Is that how it’ll be?”
She pouts. “Probably.”
“Let me tell you, lady,” I begin, holding her face, making sure she has my serious eyes. “I desire you more with every day that passes, and I believe you’ve been carrying my babies for quite a few weeks.” I gaze at her stomach on a fond smile, circling my palm there.
“I’m not fat yet.”
“You’re not going to be fat, Ava. You’re pregnant, and the thought of you keeping a piece of me and you warm and safe makes me fucking deliriously happy, and—” I still, feeling blood drop into my dick. Oh, no. See? One touch, I lose all control. It swells in my boxers, becoming quickly uncomfortable wedged between us. Not ideal when we’re parked outside her parents’ house. “It makes me desire you even fucking more. Now, shut up and kiss me, wife.” Stupid! But can I control it? My hips shoot up on instinct, and Ava launches her attack, eating me alive, hungry and determined. Fucking hell, all she wants to do is sleep and ravish me. Amazing.
I hum. “There’s my girl.” How could she ever think I wouldn’t want her? “Shit, Ava, I would love to rip those lace knickers off and fuck you stupid right now, but I don’t want an audience.” What am I saying? I refuse to fuck her.
“I don’t care.” She lets me take a quick breath before coming at me again, kissing me wildly. Jesus, what is this torture?
“Ava,” I gasp, trying to free my mouth from hers as she pins me to the seat. “Cut it out or I won’t be responsible for my actions.”
“I won’t hold you responsible,” she breathes, relentless, thrusting onto me, grappling at my T-shirt. I growl, bite down on my teeth, close my eyes, try to talk reason into myself. Not here. Not now.
My dick doesn’t agree.
Here.
Now.
“Fucking hell, woman.” I’m a fool to think I can say no. Look at her, begging for me. Wonderful.
Rap, rap, rap.
Ava gasps, shooting back, and I look out of the window, breathless, finding a copper on the pavement with impressively high brows. Ava’s quickly dying on my lap, her face beetroot. “That’ll teach you,” I whisper, putting her back in the passenger seat and releasing the window. “Sorry about that. Pregnant. Hormones. Can’t keep her hands off me.” I laugh when she wallops me, but wince at my dick still throbbing behind my fly. “See?”
“Yes . . . well . . . urm . . . public place. Move on, please.”
“We’re visiting.” I give Ava my attention, smiling madly as she looks at me all wide-eyed. “Ready?”
“I thought you were taking me on a plane?”
“I am,” I say, getting out and rearranging myself. “After we’ve told my delightful mother-in-law that she’s going to be a grandmother.” I close the door on her mouth hanging open and circle the car, pleased with myself. “Out you get.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” She remains in her seat, eyes closed, trying to find some courage.
“They need to know.”
“No,” she grumbles as I help her out. “You just can’t wait to advise my forty-seven-year-old mother that she’s going to be a gran.”
Absolutely. “Not at all.” I walk her up the path, feeling her resistance between our extended arms.
“How did you know where to come?”
“I called and asked for the address.” I nod to the Mercedes. “And I believe that’s your father’s car. Am I right?”
“Yes.”
I reach into my pocket and pull out some cuffs, lifting her hand and kissing it.