Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86335 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 432(@200wpm)___ 345(@250wpm)___ 288(@300wpm)
I hate that my family is stressing because of me, but I don’t know how to fix it. After spending time with Paige, I know my home is where she is, and since that’s in Rosemary, that means I’m going to have to eventually cut ties with Bradford and find a job locally because Dustin is right. Traveling is already a part of running a hotel chain, but if I try to work remotely after the baby comes, it will only add to the already-necessary travel, and the last thing I want is to leave Paige with the brunt of caring for our baby.
“We’ll see.” Dustin shrugs.
I open my mouth to say something else, but the sound of the French doors opening stops me, and it’s a good thing since Paige walks in, glancing at my brother and me.
“Hey,” she says carefully, her eyes darting between Dustin and me, obviously worried about what she walked in on. “I have to use the bathroom.”
“I was thinking,” Dustin says with a smirk on his face. “If you need help naming the baby, you could name him Dustin, after the smartest Bradford in the family.”
Paige cracks a smile. “I’ll definitely take that into consideration.”
When she leaves us alone again, Dustin pats my shoulder. “Like I told Valerie, I can’t imagine a life without her, and if she said tomorrow that she wanted to move to fucking Alaska, I’d buy the thickest jacket and follow her ass there. It sucks that Paige’s life is four hours away, but no matter what, you have your family, and we support both of you completely.”
“I love your family,” Paige says as she slides her leg over my torso so she’s straddling me. “They’re so nice to me.” She reaches back and strokes my cock through the material of my briefs, making me groan.
“Is that your way of flirting?” I say with a choked laugh. “Because I have to tell you, there are way sexier things you can say that don’t involve my family.” I grip the curve of her hips. “Like, Oh, Nate, I love how your cock fills me. Or I love when you eat my—”
“Okay,” Paige says, slapping her hand over my mouth before I can finish my sentence. “Sorry, I was just thinking about how nice this weekend has been, and I hate that we have to go back home. These trips away are spoiling me.”
“It was the perfect weekend,” I agree.
It didn’t matter whether we were at my parents’ for the barbecue or my birthday dinner or at Sunday brunch at the country club with my entire family, Paige fit in effortlessly with my family.
She gets along with my brothers and sisters-in-law. She and my mom seem to have developed their own relationship, complete with Paige calling her Ma. Even my dad is smitten with her, offering to make the baby’s bassinet—since woodwork is a hobby of his. He made one for Penny and Carmine, and they used it with both of their kids.
“But we can come back anytime we want,” I remind her. “Now, enough about my family.” I lift Paige’s shirt over her head, exposing her luscious breasts that are spilling over her thin lace bra and her tiny matching underwear. “The only thing I want to think about is being inside you.”
I reach around and undo her bra, watching as her breasts drop and her nipples harden. Then, I take one into my hand and bring her nipple to my lips, swirling my tongue around the hardened tip while I pinch the other nipple.
Paige throws her head back with a loud moan, her body so damn sensitive since she’s become pregnant.
I pull my briefs down, my hard cock bouncing up and hitting the back of her ass since she’s wearing a tiny thong. Before I can peel the material to the side and plunge into her warmth, she leans over, her perfect raindrop tits hanging in front of my face, and reaches behind her, grabbing my shaft and rubbing it along her ass crack, pushing the material to the side so we’re skin to skin.
“Fuck,” I breathe. “You know what your ass does to me. Don’t tease me unless you’re gonna let me have it.”
She smirks and then leans in so our mouths are almost touching. “You can have it.”
“What?” I question in shock at her response. “Are you sure?”
“Uh-huh.” She nods. “I want you to fuck my ass tonight. But you’d better make it good because the last time a guy—” She cuts herself off, her eyes going wide.
“The last time what?” I ask, wanting her to finish her thought. “Tell me.”
“You want me to talk about another guy in bed?”
“I want you to always tell me exactly what you’re thinking. Nothing is off-limits.”
“Okay,” she says. “Well, the last guy who tried to…” Her face tinges pink, and I have to stifle my laugh at how adorable she is. “You know…” she continues. “It wasn’t good. It hurt. So, if you don’t make this good, I’ll probably never let you do it again.”