Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29566 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 148(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 99(@300wpm)
I haven’t seen her in a week, and every hour that passed felt like a decade. But I couldn’t leave my family’s ranch. When I wasn’t working on the farm, I was putting the finishing touches on the custom home I’ve been building.
My brothers have been helping me with it. We weren't due to finish for another month and a half, but over the last week, I pushed them like the devil was on our backs. The place is complete, finished just yesterday. It feels good to know I have a home ready for my new bride. Now I just have to get her to agree to wear my ring.
Walking to the clinic today, my gut tightens, and everything tingles. I feel like a kid on Christmas morning. But Evie is more than just a toy I’ll forget in five minutes. She’s every gift I’ve ever wanted. The culmination of a lifetime of birthdays and Christmases. She’s everything, and I’m going to spend the rest of my life showing her how precious she is. I’ll start by spoiling her day and night.
Through the glass door, I catch sight of Evie dancing. She sways her hips and moves her ass, her blue jeans perfectly molded to those beautiful globes. Her t-shirt hugs her tightly and when she shimmies her shoulders just right, her breasts jiggle in the most intoxicating way.
There’s a smile on her lips. Her eyes are closed and for a moment, I don’t make my presence known. I just enjoy the show. Seeing her body move like that makes me want to crush her against the nearest wall and rut into her like an animal.
My cock hardens behind my jeans, and I remind myself to take it slow. Didn’t take a genius to figure out that she’s scared of something. It’s in her eyes when I look at her. It’s in the distrustful way she looks at me like she can’t believe something good might happen to her. The sight just about guts me every time. I want to fill her life with so much happiness and joy that she always expects good things. That she eagerly anticipates them every day, knowing full well her man delights in providing for her.
When she opens her eyes, her gaze connecting with mine, her cheeks go pink. Will they turn that shade when I have her bouncing on my cock? When she’s on all fours, taking it deep from behind? When she’s shouting my name in ecstasy?
I set the white box of donuts on her desk and force back the thoughts of her moaning my name. Can’t think about bedding the pretty receptionist when she’s at work or I might just spread her out on her desk and take her right now. “These are for you.”
Suspicion is in her features when she looks at the box. Who taught her that good things don’t happen to her? Who trained her to believe that she isn’t deserving of every good and special gift in this world? I’ll find that person and crush them. I’ll destroy their life until only darkness remains.
“What are these?”
My smile is still in place, still easygoing. “Donuts for you.”
She searches my face. I’m not sure what she’s looking for, but I don’t blink. I don’t hesitate. She’s safe with me. She can test me as many times as she needs to until she understands that this cowboy is the forever kind.
I plant my hands on her desk and lean across it, invading her space. We’re so close that I could kiss her if I wanted to. If I trusted that she wouldn’t bolt on me. My gaze goes to that plump bottom lip.
This past week alone, I’ve fisted my cock a dozen times at the thought of her lips wrapped around my girth. There are so many filthy things I want to teach her, so many depraved fantasies that I want to play out with her. Only her.
She licks her lips, and for a moment, I wonder if she can read my thoughts. Her eyes are dilated, and she’s swaying toward me.
My voice is deeper than usual when I tell her, “Eat the donuts. I like you just the way you are.”
I straighten then, knowing I can’t rush this. I can’t move too fast, or I’ll scare her. But damn, I’m still putting my intentions on the table. I want her to know exactly what will be happening between us. “And by the way, I am marrying you, Evie.”
The phone on her desk rings, breaking the spell between us. She blinks and looks around like she’s surprised to be at work. Pretty soon, she’ll be my bride. She’ll wear my ring and carry my babies. She’ll only work if she wants to. Not because she has to.
“I need to…” She clears her throat and shakes her head before reaching for the phone. She fumbles with it twice before she manages to answer.