Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88841 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 444(@200wpm)___ 355(@250wpm)___ 296(@300wpm)
We always wake up before the girls, so it’s not a big deal, but even if they did wake up first, we’ve made it clear we’re dating and we love each other, and Violet is okay with it.
With Addie calling me Mommy, Ryder’s mentioned wanting to give Violet the option to call him Dad since she brought it up before, but I think it’s best to wait. Whereas Addie is young and doesn’t really understand the term, aside from the fact that it’s what she hears Violet calling me, my daughter fully understands, and I don’t want to confuse her if things don’t work out with Ryder and me. I know Ryder is serious about us, but my past has me needing to give him more time to make sure he doesn’t change his mind because I’m not sure my heart—or Violet’s—would be able to handle him walking away, especially if he told her he’d love to be her dad.
“Kira, are you okay?” Ryder asks, shaking me out of my thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry. I just…I think my nightmares have lessened because I feel safe with you.”
I lie on the bed since I’m already in my pajamas and sigh in exhaustion. “I hate that even though Brian’s nowhere near me, he still appears in my nightmares and affects my life. I feel so weak.”
“You’re the strongest woman I know,” Ryder says, conviction laced in his words. “Having nightmares doesn’t make you weak. It makes you human.”
I nod even though I don’t feel very strong right now. I’m a grown adult who should be able to sleep in someone’s guest room, yet all I want is to be home.
“Baby,” Ryder says after a few minutes, “you want to come home?”
My eyes fill with liquid, and I nod quickly. “Yes,” I choke out. “I really do.”
Twenty minutes later, I’m pulling up to our house, thanks to Ryder calling a private car service for me.
The second I get out, the front door opens, and Ryder appears. I run toward him, dropping my bag on the ground. My legs wrap around his torso, and I bury my face into his neck, inhaling his masculine scent.
He kicks the door closed and carries me through the house as I brush kisses along his neck and collarbone. He’s shirtless, so I move to his shoulder and then back up to his jawline, wanting to feel him everywhere I can. He smells like the perfect mix of comfort and home.
When we get to his room, I lean back slightly and then pull him toward me for a kiss. I was only at Ana’s for less than six hours, yet I’m ravenous for this man. It feels like I haven’t touched him in days rather than hours.
“I need you inside me,” I murmur against his mouth, “now.”
Within seconds, my cotton shorts and underwear have been pushed to the side, and Ryder’s thrusting into me as my back hits the wall and his mouth devours mine.
He continues to slam into me from the bottom, hitting me in the perfect spot that all too quickly sends me over the edge, taking him with me.
“Fuck,” he breathes into my mouth. “I need this—you and me forever. Tell me you’re mine, Kira. Tell me you’re mine forever.”
“I’m yours,” I tell him without thought. “Forever.”
His mouth is on mine once again, kissing me like I’m his lifeline. He walks us to the bathroom and sets me on the counter. Once he’s turned the shower water on, he pulls my shorts and underwear down my legs, drops them onto the floor, and then spreads my thighs. When his cum starts to drip out, I try to close them, but he shakes his head as he runs his fingertip along my seam and then thrusts a couple of digits into me. They make a squishing sound, and my cheeks and neck turn hot.
“Once you’re divorced, will you get rid of your birth control?” He glances up at me, his face deadly serious.
“What?” I whisper, confused by his question because there’s only one reason someone gets off birth control.
“I want to fill you with my baby.”
His fingers start to move in and out of me while his thumb finds my sensitive clit, and I find myself moaning in pleasure.
“Would you want that?” he asks, his eyes not leaving mine as he finger-fucks me faster … harder. “For me to fuck you over and over again until you’re carrying my baby inside of you?”
His words shouldn’t be such a turn-on, but, holy shit, they are.
“I want everything with you, Kira,” he says, sounding the most vulnerable I’ve ever heard him. “I want the ups and downs, the highs, the lows. I want to raise our babies together and make more. Since you moved in, you’ve slowly morphed this house into a home, and I can’t imagine going back to the way it was before you.”