Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81845 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 409(@200wpm)___ 327(@250wpm)___ 273(@300wpm)
“She’ll still be excited when you tell her later,” I mutter as I turn her, lifting her onto the counter.
“But I want to tell her now.”
“Sorry, baby, we’re celebrating. Then you’re gonna be too tired to call her, so like I said, that call’s going to have to wait,” I inform her, pushing her knees apart as I tweak her nipple, hearing her gasp. Gripping the back of her head with one hand, I thrust my tongue into her mouth, while my other hand leaves her breast, slides up her inner thigh, and my fingers roll over her clit.
“I’ll call them tomorrow,” she agrees, wrapping her legs around my hips as her head tips back so I can take her mouth again. Lifting her off the counter, I carry her to the bed. Planting her on the mattress, I end our kiss and make my way down her body, stopping along the way to kiss each nipple and her lower stomach, settling myself between her legs.
Swiping my tongue up her center, her thighs tighten around my head and the heels of her feet press into my back, lifting her higher into my mouth. I drink down her first orgasm and settle myself between her folds for her second, where I release my own deep inside her.
*
Kai
“Is he asleep?” Myla asks, walking into Maxim’s room wearing her nightgown, her wet hair down around her shoulders.
“He is. How are you feeling?” I ask, pushing my fingers through her hair, tilting her head back.
“Good.” She smiles softly, running her hands up my chest.
“How’s my daughter?” I ask, sliding my hands around her waist, pulling her closer to me while travelling them down to cup her bottom.
“We could be having another boy,” she murmurs smiling softly.
“But we’re not,” I say, nuzzling her neck while bending her back as I slide my hands down the back of her thighs, lifting her up.
Wrapping her legs around my waist, her hands move from my shoulders to grip around the back of my neck as her mouth trails lazily up the side, ending at my ear, where her warm breath whispers, “I need you inside of me.”
Pressing her to the wall in the hallway, I push her panties to the side and flick her clit. “Are you going to feed me?” I ask on a rumble, feeling her wetness soak my fingers as I push two inside her, rubbing her G-spot.
“I’ll do whatever you want,” she breathes, riding my hand as her heels dig into the back of my thighs.
“I like that answer.” I lick over her mouth then bite down on her bottom lip. Pulling her away from the wall, I walk to our bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us. Once I carry my wife to the bed, I take my time, giving her everything before taking even more.
Walking down the beach toward Myla and Maxim, I smile as I listen to my wife’s laughter and my son’s giggle as the waves crash into them, sitting in the sand near the shore.
“Come on, Daddy.” Myla smiles, turning her head toward me as I close the distance between us. Settling myself behind her, I grin when Maxim splashes his hand in the water and babbles.
“Are you happy, Makamae?” I ask, pressing my lips against her neck. Her hand comes up to wrap around the side of my head as her own turns to catch my eyes.
“This is my happiness, Kai—this moment, and a million others just like it that you’ve given me.”
Looking into her beautiful eyes, I know she’s right, and now, the rest of our days will be spent just like this.
Epilogue
Maggie
A year and a whole lot of happiness later
Smelling bacon, my stomach growls and I try to fight it. I really do, but this baby has a mind of its own, and I swear it only wants meat. Sitting up in bed, I push my hair out of my face, place my hand over my large, round stomach, and ask, “Why couldn’t you like tofu?” like he understands me. I feel a sharp kick right to my bladder, and I pull in a deep breath.
I didn’t even have to take a pregnancy test to know I was pregnant. One day, I woke up and the thought of tofu made me queasy, while the idea of a hamburger made me salivate. That morning, I told Sven I was pregnant. He told me I was crazy. We had only been trying to conceive for a month, and even if I was pregnant, I wasn’t far enough along to come up positive with a test. A week after my food cravings didn’t diminish, I went and bought a test. It was still a week until my period was due, but I took the test anyway, and it came up with two pink lines—one slightly darker than the other, proving I was right.