Total pages in book: 10
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 9381 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 47(@200wpm)___ 38(@250wpm)___ 31(@300wpm)
"No," she whimpers. "I w-want that so bad."
"You think you're the only one? If I don't see you pregnant with my kid soon, I'm going to lose my fucking mind, Pen." I grind my thumb against her clit, imagining her pregnant with my kid. Jesus. How many times have I thought about it? Gotten myself off thinking about getting her pregnant like this? Too damn many. "Come on my cock so I can give us both what we want."
I grind my thumb against her clit again, pumping my hips into hers.
She shouts my name, coming all over me.
I groan, leaning down to press my lips to her ear to ensure she hears me.
"I love you, Penelope Draco. Christ, I love you," I whisper as I follow her over the edge, writhing in ecstasy.
She sobs my name, her nails embedded in my skin and her perfect pussy milking my cock. I bury my face in her throat, breathing her in as I claim her womb, and she claims every piece of my soul.
Chapter Six
Pen
"Ilove you," Declan whispers, slipping his hand into mine outside of the studio before practice.
I tip my head back to look up at him. "I love you too."
"Are you nervous?"
"About telling Saint and Jace about us?" I laugh quietly. "No. Why?"
"Just making sure." He hooks his finger through my waistband, hauling me up against him. "I don't want you to feel like I'm forcing you into anything here. I just don't want to hide us. We've done enough of that shit."
"I know." I smile up at him. "I'm not worried about Saint and Jace, Declan. They already know how I feel about you anyway."
"Yeah? You think so?"
I nod, positive they do. Declan is the only one who didn't know. But we're all on the same page now. Finally.
It's strange. Yesterday, I dreaded practice, but today, I feel like I'm walking on cloud nine.
The two of us stayed up most of the night, talking and making love. Every muscle in my body aches in the best possible ways.
I can't wait to spend the rest of my life waking up in his arms every day. There's just something so right about it. It wasn't awkward or stilted at all. Everything feels natural…as if this is exactly what we're supposed to be doing. We just took a little longer to get here out than we should have. But maybe that isn't necessarily a bad thing.
He was absolutely worth the wait. And even if we weren't together like this, he spent every day of the last five years by my side. I got to learn him and love him in a different way every day for five years. Now, we get to skip all the awkward phases and go straight to the happily-ever-after part. I'm not mad about that.
I don't think Saint and Jace will be, either. If anyone will be rooting for the two of us, it's them. They love both of us. The want us happy. If we're happy together, they'll support us.
"Let's go share the news then, Rebel," Declan murmurs, brushing his lips across mine in a way that makes butterflies flutter in my stomach. "The sooner we get this day over with, the sooner I can get you naked again."
I groan, heat unfurling in my core at the thought of him getting me naked again.
He chuckles when I grab his hand, practically dragging him inside the studio.
Saint and Jace look up from Jace's keyboard when we stroll in, notice us holding hands, and then share a look. A slow smile spreads across Saint's face.
"Please tell me this means what the fuck I think it means," he says.
"She's mine," Declan growls.
"Obviously." Jace rolls his eyes, crossing his tattooed arms. "But is she leaving the band? That's the important question."
"No." I bite my lip, suddenly nervous even though I said I wasn't. "I mean, if you guys are okay with me staying as your drummer, I'd like to stay."
Saint and Jace share another look. This one makes my stomach churn. Are they going to make me follow through on quitting? Why didn't I think of that? Crap. Maybe I should have come up with a speech. I don't know. But I really want to stay, and it's going to break my heart if they make me follow through on quitting.
Judging by the way Declan is growling at my side, he's going to be pissed too.
I may cry if Saint and Jace decide I have to leave, and Declan ends up quitting, too. Actually, that's not true. I'll definitely cry.
"Well," Saint says, slowly striding forward. "I mean, we've put a lot of thought into it."
Declan tenses at my side, his rumbling growl growing louder.
"And fucking obviously you're staying," Saint says, putting us out of our misery.
My knees go weak. Declan immediately stops growling, his grip on me tightening.