Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 30340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30340 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 152(@200wpm)___ 121(@250wpm)___ 101(@300wpm)
“Are you sore?” His words come out in a strangled plea.
“No,” I reassure him. Maybe I am a little, but not enough to stop. No way are we stopping. I don’t care if we’ve done it almost a dozen times since the doctor cleared me, I want more.
“Liar,” he says before his lips come down on mine and his tongue slips into my mouth. I moan as my orgasm builds and I get closer.
“Give it to me, buttercup. You gotta come so I can.”
“So bossy,” I moan, pulling my mouth from his. My back arches as the orgasm floods my system.
“You like it.” He smiles at me. I do.
I don’t know how he can manage to be bossy and sweet at the same time, but he does. He’s always what I need.
I cling to him as the pleasure takes over and he drops his mouth to mine to keep me from crying out. He doesn’t want anyone to hear what we’re doing, though I’m sure they know.
I feel his release deep inside of me, but he doesn’t stop. I clench my pussy around him, trying to get every drop.
“Fuck,” he growls, and I let out a small whimper when he pulls his hard cock out of me. “We have to stop.” He drops his forehead to mine as he tries to catch his breath.
“I know.” I pout and he kisses me all over my face.
“Two hours is all they’re getting,” I laugh because I want to see Cooper tell the girls and his mom they only get to have two hours for this baby shower. It was already moved once because little baby Grayson wanted to come into this world early. He and his daddy share the same patience, it seems.
Grayson was a big boy and I wasn’t surprised, considering Cooper’s size. He was just shy of ten pounds and four weeks early.
Cooper grunts as he pulls his body from mine and his eyes travel down to where my dress is bunched up around my waist. He pounced on me the moment I walked out from our master bathroom and I’m pretty sure he was waiting for me to finish getting ready. I slipped away to take a quick shower while Cooper’s mom Vicky took care of our little one. I thought Cooper was gone since the guys were supposed to have the afternoon together. I had a feeling they weren't going anywhere. If I’ve learned anything about Cooper's band of brothers, the ones in relationships never go far from their wives.
“I think we just made our daughter,” Cooper says smugly, making me laugh as I sit up.
“We have all the time in the world to make babies. But I know you love practicing.” I smile up at him as I try and fix my dress. He steps back and helps me down from the bed. He tucks his hard cock away and I watch him the whole time. “I’ll take care of that later.”
I get up on my tiptoes to brush my mouth against his and his hands go to my hips to pull me close.
“Later,” he says against my mouth, and I sigh, wanting to do it now.
“Are you leaving?” I ask, sliding my hands up his chest, wanting a little more of him before he goes.
We’re never apart much because I like being close to Cooper. I don’t know if it’s a side effect of being taken or because I just love being at home with him. I don’t really care, I just want to be together.
I also don't have panic attacks with him close by. He settles something inside me and with him I always know I’m safe. Maybe it’s something I should work on, but Cooper seems to enjoy it. I’m lucky he owns his own business and I can bring baby Grayson to work with us when Cooper needs to go in or I need to do some office work.
This last year has been perfect, and though I’d never say it out loud I’m thankful to Warren. He sent me running and that path led to me Cooper. He’s my husband and my everything. I never thought running away would bring me here, but I guess I was just running home.
“The boys and I are making some barbeque out back. I’m not going anywhere.” He gives my ass a firm squeeze. “I don’t care if it’s a baby shower, I’m coming because it’s my baby and you’re my wife.”
“I’m not fighting you on it.” He acts like I’m going to kick him out of our house. “I want you here and I love your barbeque,” I tease.
He smiles and his eyes dance with mischief. He smacks my ass and laughs.
“I love you!” I shout as he walks with me out of our room.
“Love you, too, buttercup,” he says as he strides through the house.