Total pages in book: 30
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 145(@200wpm)___ 116(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“I love you, Roxanne.”
Chapter 12
Roxanne
God, it feels wonderful to be held tightly by Emiliano. I’ve waited months for this, dreamed of it, but damn it, a girl’s gotta pee. Gingerly, I attempt to get out of his grasp, but he pulls me in closer. Slowly, I slide his arm down my back side and rest it on the mattress, then scoot myself down to the foot of the bed and off. I turn, and he’s sleeping without his shirt. Fuck, is he sexy? I moan, then remember my mission, but first I snatch a cracker off my nightstand and pop it into my mouth before heading into the bathroom.
After doing my business and taking the prenatals I picked up from Dr. Evans, I quietly enter the bedroom. He’s still sleeping, cradling my pillow to his chest, breathing my scent in. My stomach protests, so I go into the kitchen. Blade’s sitting there, and then I look at the clock. It’s already six in the morning.
“We got a little sleet this morning, so don’t go running to the store. I can have one of the prospects pick up whatever you need for the two of you and my soon-to-be niece or nephew.”
“You’re handling everything well.”
“Kiddo. I’ve known about him since you two snuck off in Vegas. And I know about what happened after you left. I’ve been in touch with him and his people after the accident. He’s madly in love with you, and I can’t blame the guy. You’re an amazing, kind, and brilliant woman, and he hasn’t even gotten a taste of your cooking yet.”
“I would ask why you didn’t tell me, but after what I learned, it makes sense. I’m going to make us some breakfast.” I move around the kitchen and get things started for a monster all-out breakfast. Turning around, I tell him, “I owe Cyber an apology.”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve been giving him shit for weeks. He’s been trying to be supportive, even telling me to tell Emiliano about the baby, but I told him to stop being so nosy.”
“Cyber knew about the baby?”
“Yeah, he guessed it. With all the pregnant women in town, I guess it’s pretty obvious, isn’t it?”
“I had my suspicions, but I thought you were just sick. Mom calls all the damn time asking if you’re getting sick.”
“Mom! Damn. Mom and Dad are going to flip out when they find out about the baby.”
“Dad’s going to check his shotgun and ask about the wedding.”
“I should call him. Good morning, mi sirena.” Emiliano walks up to me in his shirtless glory with that v-line just peeking out of the joggers and plants a hard but quick kiss on my lips.
“No, I’m not going to kiss you even though you played with my balls,” Emiliano says to Blade. I gasp.
“You’re a lying asshole. Keep it up, and I’ll show you my knife collection.”
“As a matter of fact, that’s something I’d really like to see.”
“Uh oh. I think I’ve created a monster.”
“No. I’m just willing to do whatever necessary to protect my family.” He rubs my belly.
“Excuse me. Right now you can protect me by sitting down and let me cook.”
“Be careful. She can be brutal when she’s hungry.”
“Damn right, so behave.”
Chapter 13
Emiliano
I take a seat like a good boy and watch my woman move around the kitchen like she’s floating, gliding with a smile as she cooks. My stomach rumbles as the smell of bacon wafts through the air.
“Here.” Blade sneaks a piece of bacon off the plate and hands it to me with a wink.
Twenty minutes later, breakfast is sprawled across the kitchen table. My woman goes to sit in her own chair, but I can’t have that. I lift her onto my lap. “Emiliano,” she complains.
“Nope. Keep your sexy ass right there.”
“You’re hurt.”
“I’ve missed you for the past seven weeks.”
“I’ve missed you too.”
“Enough. Eat, you two. There’s a lot to do still, and I’m sure you two want some alone time. Save it until I digest my food.”
“I have to make some calls. The hotel has no one in charge right now.”
“Damn.”
“Don’t move your ass, woman.”
“Excuse me. I’m going to go eat in the living room. Keep the noise down, and no fucking on my counter, please.”
“Okay.” I grab her pussy the second he leaves. Strumming her through her tiny shorts, I whisper, “Eat. You have my son to feed.”
“It could be a girl.”
“Then don’t starve my little princess, and I promise to eat your pussy out later.”
“How am I supposed to eat when you say things like that? I’ve tried to get off, but I need you to do it for me.”
“Eat, and I’ll make you come.” I slide my hand down her shorts and into her panties, stroking her pussy. She’s drenched with need, coating my fingers like pancake syrup. I want to lick her up so damn bad. She moans, pressing her head to my chest. “Amor, eat or I’ll stop.”