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)
“As long as you come with it, I don’t give a fuck if you need half the damn house. Now, since I’ve got blue balls from hell and I know we’re not going to finish what we started, you ready?” She wiggles her way down my body. My hands go back to her hips, holding her steady. Once again, that fear of her fainting is always in the forefront of my mind. She takes matters into her own hands, re-tying her dress, and I groan as my hand leaves her hip, and the palm of my hand cups her cheek.
“I’m ready. Can we discuss on the way back down how we’re going to tell your parents? I don’t want to keep any more secrets from anyone.” There she goes, worrying about everyone else except herself.
“We can do anything you want, Juniper. Anything at all.” Her hand slides on top of mine covering her cheek, then she brings our connected hands down, and I get another view entirely. She guides us out of the bedroom, through the small house, and I get to watch her tight ass sway back and forth the entire time. It isn’t until she stops us at the front door, knowing damn well I’ll open it for her, that we stop.
“Lawson Johnson, something tells me you had help all along. When did the truck get here?” she asks.
“When you were showering. Wrangled in Dad and JW for some help, but don’t worry. JW is none the wiser. He’s used to me coming out here on my own for a day or so.” A small laugh escapes her sweet self.
“You thought of everything when it came to kidnapping me, didn’t you?”
“Fuck yeah, and I’ll do it again any damn time my woman needs time away from the bullshit or I want to have her to myself.” She lifts herself up on the tips of her toes, barely reaching my jaw, and I get with the program. My lips drop to hers, and I give us what we both want. The next time I’ve got her pressed against me, I’m not going to stop until we both get what we need.
SEVENTEEN
JUNIPER
“I think we should go to your parents before we head to either of our places.” In a perfect world, I’d come up with a cute idea to tell Catherine and Russell. As it is now, Lawson would never be able to keep it quiet. He’s constantly touching my lower stomach, and Catherine can sniff out a pregnancy very easily.
“Are you sure you’re up for that?” Lawson has his wrist hanging over the wheel, navigating the dirt roads with ease while his other hand is wedged between my legs. A few times I’ve felt the tips of his fingers slide closer and closer to the apex of my thighs. It’s been all too easy to sit back and relax, allowing him to take the wheel. My whole life, I’ve been go, go, go, staying in control, never letting my hair down. The one time I did, well, I can’t say there’s any regret now. The past month and half might have been rough, mainly because I wouldn’t pull my big girl panties up and talk to Lawson. Had I, things would have been a whole lot different, though the world works in mysterious ways. I may have hated being sick, worried to death our baby would keep me from eating the whole pregnancy, and I’d be on bed rest the entire time.
“I am. No more secrets. Remember?” He takes his eyes off the road to look at me. His eyes tell a story, one that’s full of happiness. He deserves this, I deserve this, we deserve this.
“It’s early. There’s a damn good chance everyone is still at the house.” I shrug my shoulders. Better to rip the Band-Aid off with one swift pull than to have to repeat the story over and over again.
“I’m not worried about your family knowing. My own isn’t around, and I’d never have them around either. They don’t deserve the goodness of our child.” I guess it’s time to tell Lawson the reason behind me being on my own and never really leaving the ranch on any major holidays.
“Juni, babe. My family is your family. I hope you know that. Let it settle deep in your soul, and never let it go. I think you realize I’m not going anywhere, and I won’t let you leave either. I’m not above tying you to me, driving back to the cabin, and locking us inside.” He glances back and forth periodically between the road and me. I’d complain, except he’s a damn good driver.
“Lawson, how can you be sure of everything?” Doubt is creeping in. It shouldn’t, and I know it shouldn’t, yet it still lingers. My past likes to dabble in my present. I want to be so secure in the relationship we're building, but except for his parents and the short time with my grandparents, I didn’t witness a very loving family. Having two selfish parents who love themselves and their penchant for material things makes it kind of hard to see the light at the end of the tunnel.