Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 40206 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 201(@200wpm)___ 161(@250wpm)___ 134(@300wpm)
“Almost.” Our bags are packed, the food is stowed away in a cooler, and the trash is taken out. I’d have stayed the entire week, but Juni is hell bent on getting back to work. There was no talking her out of it. I tried my hardest but finally relented. We agreed she wouldn’t take on more work than necessary even if that meant telling other ranchers no. The water turning on and off is my only tell she’s done. I watch as she comes out of the bathroom, looking for any signs of her getting sick again. She should be good. The medicine is on her bedside table along with her Sprite, more ice less soft drink for her to take the minute she wakes up.
“I’m not sure which version of you I prefer more,” she says as she walks toward me. Mom packed her clothes meant for comfort, and today isn’t much different. She's in a beige and floral cotton dress with ties on her shoulders that shows the curves of her body. She may not realize it yet, but I can see the small and subtle changes. The sun she’s gotten from sitting outside during the day has helped her lose the pallor, and in its place is sun-kissed skin. Juniper walks up to me, head tipping up, and goes on to explain, “I like the Lawson in pajama bottoms with no shirt. I also like the version of you in jeans, the top button undone, and no shirt. Then there’s this version, the cowboy rancher. Jeans, boots, belt buckle, plaid shirt, and hat. This is a conundrum because I really like them all.”
My hands wrap around her waist, hers go to my arms, and I pull her to me. I dip my head, lips lightly grazing hers. “It’s a good thing you’ve got every version of me, babe.” She presses as close to me as she can. One small little whimper, and I’m sliding my tongue inside. I glide the palm of my hand down her ass, squeezing the flesh, and her leg is lifting up and around my hip. I’m nothing if not a gentleman, so I help her up until I’ve got her wrapped around me. A few short steps have her back plastered against the wall. I dip my hips, cock notching right along her slit, and she has no problem helping me out. She drops a hand from my bicep, moving her dress out of the way in order to feel more of me. My mouth moves away from hers, reluctantly. I pull the fabric on one of the ties on her shoulder, and she’s bare. “Sweet merciful heaven,” I groan as I trail kisses down her throat to her chest, and I don’t stop until I’ve got her nipple in my mouth.
“Lawson.” My eyes stay on her face. I want to enjoy how she lets go anytime she’s in my arms. My teeth nip at the pebbled tip before sucking deeper. Juniper starts trying to move her hips up and down, chasing an orgasm. She’s been insatiable ever since the sickness finally calmed its ass down. I’d walk past her, and if the tips of my fingers so much as graze her thigh, she was pulling me in for a whole lot more.
“Fuck it, we’ll stay here another night.” I move to her other nipple. I’ve yet to figure out which lights her up faster, my mouth on her pussy while she’s riding my face or doing what I am now. All I know is we're both reaping the rewards of her pregnancy hormones. My woman is as insatiable as my cock, and waking up with her practically on top of me, my hand full of her ass, is even better.
“We can’t, dang it.” Her voice yearns for more even though her words are telling me another story.
“Sure, we can. We’ve got four more days at least,. I pull away from her tits, hating that I’m losing her soft, sweet skin.
“You can, Lawson, but I’ve taken off too much time as it is. We’re not fighting over this. I won’t overdo it, promise.”
“Alright, but I don’t like it. At all.” Her smile lights up her whole face. She’s won this round. There’s still one more obstacle we’ve got to face. “We’ll do it your way on this. Now, for your place or mine, I don’t care which house we're at, but we’ll be in the same bed every night. I’ve finally got the woman I’ve wanted all along. Our child is a bonus, babe, and I’m going to be there every step of the way.”
“I can concede to that, but just so you know, where I go, my craft room goes. So, you may want to account for that.” I learn something new every day. My woman has been holding out on me. Not that I’m surprised. It seems like all the women in our family have a hobby of some sort. Tallulah collects animals and loves audiobooks. Birdie is more of a paperback reader and loves to have girls' nights as much as she can. As for Mom, well, there are so many damn hobbies, none of us can keep up with them.