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)
“Got that right. You need anything, let me know. I figure we’ll be moving her into your place soon?”
“Damn, probably. We haven’t touched on every subject just yet. My place is bigger, but I’m also trying to have patience.”
JW scoffs. None of us have that character trait when it comes to getting what we want. Hell, six weeks about killed me, but since my memories were hazy, I didn’t have much of a leg to stand on.
“I give it a week, two tops.” Everything is either a joke or a bet between all of us. It’s a good thing we’re older and more mature. I let out a snort. Yeah, there’s absolutely zero truth to that statement.
“I wouldn’t bet on it. Juniper usually doesn’t budge.” Except when it comes to me using my mouth, fingers, or cock. Even then I’ve still gotta work her up, bring her down, and do it all over again until I get the answers I want.
“Sure, we’ll see about that. I’m out of here. You need anything? I’m heading into town,” he offers.
“You mean you’re headed to Whisked Away to get your fix?” JW isn’t fooling me or anyone in this room. We all see how the pretty woman blushes, how she shies away when he’s near, and how my brother doesn’t have a lick of a sweet tooth unless Maeve brings cinnamon rolls around. Then he’s like a dog with a bone, and no one can get near them or her, for that matter.
“Fuck off. See ya around, and congrats. Happy for you and Juni.” We hug, then he heads in one direction, and I head in another. Finally, Juniper has some breathing room away from the family. Maybe now they’ll let me have my woman for a tad longer before she insists on heading to work.
NINETEEN
JUNIPER
“Lawson, I’m pretty sure you’re going to have to let my stomach go at some point.” We’ve settled into our life together pretty easily these past few months. Don’t get me wrong, Lawson still thinks I work too much and should be sitting down with my feet propped up ninety percent of the time, but at least he’s choosing to keep his mouth shut. His facial expression says it all, the clenching of his jaw combined with the way he takes his hat off, running his fingers through his hair but gripping the ends in aggravation. I don’t help matters either. Instead, I like to push it a step further, usually by pulling out a step stool to reach something on a higher shelf. He’d mutter that I was trying to give him more gray hair all while pulling the small ladder out of my hand and getting me what I need. We usually end up having a hot and heavy make-out session, or on the rare occasions Lawson will remember to flip the lock, we'll get even hotter and heavier. My first trimester may have given me a run for my money in the nausea department, but it did not impede my sex drive. In fact, it hasn’t let off yet. For the most part, it’s me initiating sex, especially in the morning now that I’m over the morning sickness hurdle. Lawson doesn’t seem to mind one bit, and when his electric-blue eyes lift, I’m met with a searing desire, and he’s either pulling me away from his cock that my mouth is around or lifting me up to sit on it, taking me soft and slow while watching as my body moves on top of him.
“Not happening, Juni.” He’s refusing to sit down next to me. Lawson is standing like a sentry with one hand on my abdomen. The other has my fingers laced with his. This has not changed over the course of my pregnancy, and I don’t see it changing anytime soon.
“Suit yourself.” The paper crinkles beneath me as I try to settle in as much as I can. I almost went with a sundress today, and I’m glad I didn’t. As it is now, my floral skirt is below my stomach, and my shirt is tucked underneath my bra. The look is laughable, kind of like my monthly visits to the obstetrician, except my feet are in stirrups and I’m naked from the waist down. Though, Lawson complains about the scenario more than I do, and believe me, he’s at every appointment, every scan, and he’s very thorough in questioning Doctor Rosales. I’ve tried to simmer him down. I even talked to his mom, who assured me Russell was the same way and by the time the second one comes around, he'd calmed down. She imagines Lawson will, too, you know, considering they’re two peas of a pod.
“I think we should wait,” I blurt out.
“Wait on what, getting married or moving in with each other?” Yeah, all this time later, and we still go back and forth between places. I’m not ready to make any big changes, worried about rocking the boat and that Lawson could one day get tired of my neurotic tendencies to hyper fixate on keeping a clean house.