Total pages in book: 99
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 464(@200wpm)___ 371(@250wpm)___ 309(@300wpm)
More fucking guilt settled on my chest as she walked toward me. She’d made dinner. I hadn’t come home. Damn, I had to find a balance. A way to make it up to her, but not … let myself fall for her while keeping that smile on her face. She’d had enough heartbreak in her life, and I didn’t want to be another one.
“I’m sorry I didn’t come home last night,” I said when she reached me.
She smiled. “I guess I’ll forgive you. But only if you love my chicken potpie and corn fritters.”
“That’s what you cooked last night? Homemade?” I asked, surprised.
She looked at me as if I had asked a crazy question. “Of course it’s homemade.”
If her cooking was as fantastic as her cunt, I might be fucked, both literally and figuratively.
30
Liberty
When my eyes opened, there weren’t a pair of blue ones staring back at me, but there was a heavy arm around me, cupping my breast, and a hard, warm body pressed to my back. He was still here. Pressing my lips together to try and not act like a giddy idiot, I enjoyed the moment. The sunshine coming through the wooden blinds told me it wasn’t early. We had slept in. But then we’d been up late. Sex in the shower, then again in the bed. I must have fallen asleep right after because I just remembered the sated feeling from the fifth orgasm he’d given me.
His hand squeezed my boob as he placed a kiss to my head. “Mornin’,” he mumbled huskily.
I scooted closer to him.
“Mmm, keep wiggling that ass, and you’ll get fucked,” he warned, then pressed his hard length against my bottom.
“I need to pee first,” I admitted.
He groaned and held me tighter, pinching my nipple. “Don’t get up yet,” he said. “This feels good.”
I had told him I could do this without getting attached, but the way my heart was soaring, I knew I’d lied. I was already attached. It was the only reason his words had been able to hurt me. He didn’t know that though. It was a secret I had to keep if I wanted this.
“Where’s Ozzy?” I asked.
“I put him outside the room about an hour ago,” he said, rocking his hips so that his erection rubbed between the cheeks of my butt. “He keeps pulling his bed over to lie beside you at night. Seems you stole my dog.”
I giggled, then gasped as his hand slid down my stomach, stopping right above my mound.
“I thought maybe the horny fucker smelled your aroused pussy, and that was what had him staying by your side. But I believe it’s this,” he said, caressing my stomach. “He can tell you’re pregnant.”
His fingers brushed down close to my clit.
“You think?” I asked in a breathy tone.
“Mmhmm,” he replied, then kissed my ear. “Sure you need to pee? Because I’m about to play with my favorite wet toy.”
As much as I didn’t want to stop this, I also wasn’t sure I could survive the humiliation if I peed on him.
“I should probably go pee first,” I reminded him.
He licked just below my ear. “If you’re sure.”
I was already panting, so I just nodded.
His arm lifted from me, and he rolled onto his back. “All right.”
Hating my stupid bladder, I sat up and hurried to the bathroom.
“Goddamn, that’s a juicy ass.”
The raspy tone of his voice sent a shiver through me. A grin spread across my face as I saw the way our clothing had been tossed around the bathroom last night when we got in here. Liam had been impatient to get me naked. I had barely gotten in the shower when he hooked my leg over his arm and slammed into me.
I finished relieving myself, wanting to be back in the bed with him. This was the morning I’d wanted since sleeping in his bed the first night. On my way back to him, I glanced at myself in the mirror. Seeing the small changes in my body was exciting. Knowing it was Liam’s baby inside me, causing this, made it seem even more special.
When I walked back into the room, he was on his side, facing me. His eyes drifted down my body, and I loved how heated they got. He didn’t love me, but he did love having sex with me.
He lifted the covers for me to climb back in beside him. I started to turn my back to him, but he grabbed my waist.
“I want those titties pressed against my chest,” he said, tugging me close to him, then taking my leg and laying it over his hip so that his cock was pushing against my opening. His hand slid down and cupped my bottom. “That’s even better,” he said, holding me.
I ran my fingers over the tattoos on his biceps. Trailing the tips of my nails over the designs.