Total pages in book: 18
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 16534 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 83(@200wpm)___ 66(@250wpm)___ 55(@300wpm)
“Now, wait a minute.” I grab the back of my mate’s head and pull him up to look at me. “You can’t promise our little one a freaking Corvette.”
He spreads my legs. “We can negotiate later.”
When he slides two fingers deep into my pussy, my mind goes blank. Then I completely forget my own name when Wilder curls his tongue around my clit. “You’re very good at that.”
“I’m glad you approve since I plan to do it every day for the rest of our lives.” I’m one freaking lucky girl.
Wilder curls his fingers and finds the spot that drives me crazy. “Your pregnancy is making your pussy even hotter and sweeter. I want to spend every second of the day making love to you.”
“Sounds good.” I’m not about to argue with that great idea. My mate throws himself into pleasuring me, and it doesn’t take long for me to come three times.
After my third mind-blowing orgasm, Wilder kisses his way up my body, stopping to give each of my nipples a little nip before gently biting down on the mark at the base of my throat. When my mate presses his hard erection into my wet opening, I lift my hips to meet his first thrust.
Wilder growls my name and increases the speed of his thrusts as I dig my nails into his muscular shoulders. My mate knows how to drive me wild. He rotates his hips in circles, rubbing his cock against my sensitive spot with each thrust. When he reaches between us and rubs my clit, I come again as pleasure flows from my toes straight up my spine and electrifies every molecule in my body.
While the tremors run through my body, I open my eyes and watch as Wilder throws back his head to growl, “I love you,” as his cock finishes emptying deep inside my core, another orgasm blasts through me.
“I love you, too,” I whisper as Wilder gently pulls out and drops next to me. My mate hugs my limp body close to his side. I lay my head against his chest and listen while his heartbeat returns to normal.
“You’re my whole world, sweet tart.” He rubs his hand up and down my back as my eyes fall closed.
Right before sleep pulls me under, I realize we forgot something and my eyes pop open. “I hope dinner isn’t burning.”
“I’ll go check once I’m able to feel my legs again,” Wilder promises, and I’m honestly too tired to care. I fall asleep without a care, knowing my mate will take care of everything.
While my wife sleeps, I stare down at my twin daughters as they lay sleeping in my arms, and my heart expands in my chest as my inner bear congratulates me on a job well done.
Lucky for me, Cora had an easy, complication-free pregnancy, but I still freaked the fuck out every time she so much as flinched.
When my older brother pulled his “best mate ever” stunt and took Mabel to Las Vegas to have a human ceremony, I decided I couldn’t let him look like a better mate than me. To prove myself as the best mate in the Bearly clan, I took my entire family to Hawaii for our human wedding ceremony.
If that wasn’t enough to cement my position as the best son ever, I also gave our parents their first set of twin grandchildren. I’m pretty sure both my brothers are attempting to catch up in this best-son-ever competition, but they have a long way to go.
“I might agree with it, but I still think your shirt is a little overboard.” Cora glances over at me and raises an eyebrow as she stares at my chest.
I look down at the bright neon orange words that read “Best husband, best mate, best father, best son, best brother, best bear EVER,” and disagree. “I think it’s perfect. I can’t wait until my brothers see it.”
“I will kick your rear all the way home from the hospital if you three idiots get into a fight in the hospital.”
Even after a three-hour labor that almost caused me to lose my fucking mind, and giving birth to both of our daughters without any trouble, my sassy wife still has the energy to threaten me. Life couldn’t get any better.
My brothers made a bet on whether or not I would pass out in the delivery room. It was a close call, but I managed to remain standing throughout the entire ordeal with the help of the chair a smart nurse brought over to me. It looks like Clay is going to be wearing those sparkly red high heels around town for an entire day—another win for me on the best day ever.
My phone dings for the third time, and I realize my family members are getting antsy in the waiting room. It takes a little maneuvering, but I manage to hold both tiny infants with one hand while reading Thornes’s message.