Total pages in book: 68
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 64765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 324(@200wpm)___ 259(@250wpm)___ 216(@300wpm)
“You left with a suitcase and you hid the sonogram, but we’re not going to do this dance anymore. The one where I bristle, you bristle, and one of us starts a fight? You notice we haven’t done it once since you got back from California?” He was pretty damn proud of that.
“I noticed, Wyatt.”
“I was jealous, because I didn’t understand what it was you wanted,” he continued, turning down a side street full of trees. Had they always been this green? “You might have noticed I’m a work in progress.”
Her hand landed on his leg, squeezing his thigh. “You might have noticed the same thing about me. Especially lately.”
He glanced over at her and nodded once, forcing himself to think about something other than her hand. “You shouldn’t have lied.”
“I know. I’m sorry. It wasn’t about—”
“That’s my baby?”
Fiona bristled a little. “Our baby.”
Right answer.
“And you’re not planning on selling our threesome story to the Enquirer or anything?”
She smacked his thigh so hard he winced. “I thought we weren’t going to fight anymore.”
“We’re not. I love you. I’m in love with you and I’m going to be here for you and that baby for as long as I’m alive.”
“Oh.”
Sucked the wind right out of that bristle.
“And before you start to panic and pack a bag, I’m not going to propose to you again,” he added.
“You’re not?”
He shook his head. “I would like the baby to have my name, but you might want to hyphenate or something like—”
“Nope. I’m good with Finn.”
He swallowed his chuckle. She really didn’t like her last name.
“Are you sure?” she asked softly. “About the proposing thing?”
He found a spot to pull over in the shade and turned off the engine. “I promise you, I will never ask you to choose me over your own safety or the wellbeing of our child. I’d like us to be together, because I’m in love with you. I think I mentioned that, right?”
Fiona nodded. “A time or two.”
“You’ve already been with me through sickness and health. And I’m good with living in sin as long as it sticks.”
She looked stunned. “Why are you being so reasonable?”
Wyatt shrugged. “Get used to it. I’ve turned over a new leaf. I’m Mr. Reasonable now. Not as sexy as Mr. Flies Off the Handle in A Jealous Rage, but it’s easier to remember and you’ll learn to love it. Especially because being reasonable doesn’t stop me from spanking your sweet little ass, stealing Thor’s cereal or teaching our kid to love Disney.” His lips quirked. “That’s crucial, because I already know all the songs.”
Fiona got to her knees on the bench seat and lifting her skirt to straddle his lap. “And Thor?”
Wyatt watched her face as he skimmed his hands up her thighs. God, she was pretty. “He’ll have to make his own decision, but since he came running after you like you’d stolen his heart along with my truck, and since WTF was his plan to begin with, I’m betting he’ll be ready for us to start on phase three. Maybe four.”
She pushed at his chest and looked at him in confusion. “WTF? What plan? What are you talking about?”
Shit, had he just gotten Thoreau in trouble?
He slid one hand between her legs and beneath her pink panties. “Can we please talk about this later? After you say yes to not marrying me and we celebrate with a quickie in my truck?”
Fiona pressed her forehead against his shoulder and laughed. “Romantic,” she quipped, gasping when he circled her clit and slid one finger inside her. “Oh God. Okay. Yes.”
“Yes?” He added a finger, groaning when she managed to work open his jeans and wrap her fingers around him. “To the quickie or—Oh fuck.”
“You really never give up, do you?” she panted against his mouth, kissing him as he lined his erection up with her sex. “I can’t believe we’re doing this here.”
“You said the alley behind Finn’s has cameras now,” he argued. “I’m trying to stick with the family tradition of public displays in my own way.”
Her laugh was so bright and happy he nearly shamed himself. This was all he wanted. Fiona happy and with him. “Wya—aaaht,” she moaned as she lowered herself onto his cock.
“God that’s good.” Nothing between them. This might be his favorite part of Fiona’s pregnancy. “You feel so good around me, Fi.”
“Yes.” She started to ride him and he held her tight, mindful of the steering wheel. “Yes, Wyatt. I love you so much.”
“Finally got you to say it,” he muttered, biting his lip as she rolled her hips in a way that made his balls tighten. “Guess I was just asking the wrong question.”
She kissed him again, and they both groaned as he started taking control.
He smacked her hip in warning. “Faster.”
When she obeyed, riding him faster, he bit her nipple through her shirt and her moans grew louder in the heat of the cab.