Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65354 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 261(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“What are you thinking about?” Tori asked me, and I pressed my lips together.
“The future.”
She laughed and hugged me, and we talked about the baby until I was finally hungry. I got ready to go out, and we had salads at our favorite cafe as Tori searched for what was safe for pregnant women. She asked if I would be going to a doctor and I told her yes, realizing I needed to call someone. I’d get recommendations from the other mothers I knew.
I felt better by that evening. My paintings were set up and ready, and I was less nauseated. I went back to the townhouse and stared at my phone as it rang, showing Ryder’s name.
“Hi,” I chirped as I leaned back on the couch.
“Elyse. There you are. Are you okay?” he asked as I smiled to myself. I wanted to tell him so much, but I knew it was better when he was with me.
“I am. I’ve been busy at the galleries and all. I’ve been watching you play. You look so good out there.” We talked about the games and his road trip, and I kept my own stuff vague, focusing on the art. Ryder told me he missed me after talking a while and that he couldn’t wait to see me. He had a lot of things that he wanted to do to me, and my body heated up at the idea of it.
Hello, hormones.
I ended the call and smiled as I stood to get a snack from the kitchen. I had a doctor to call in the morning that the wives raved about, and everything was going to be perfect. Ryder would be home in two days and, hopefully, be able to go to the appointment with me.
I dealt with a little bit of morning, afternoon, and evening sickness, but it was bearable. I’d researched prenatal nutrition and stocked up on good things for the moment I was hungry. I felt like I was being mature about this and even took care of some art issues with Tori’s assistance.
I decided to cook dinner for Ryder and made his favorite roast and vegetables, along with a salad. I had a beer for him but wouldn’t be enjoying wine as I usually would. I did have the chocolate cake that I was already craving, but that wasn’t unusual.
Dressed in a loose green shirt and a long black skirt, I made my way around the kitchen as I cooked, cleaning up as I sang along to the song playing through the speakers. Ryder was getting a ride home from one of the guys, so I didn’t need to pick him up, and waiting made me nervous.
I was wiping down the counters after cooking when I heard a key in the door, pausing with a nervous smile on my face. It was now.
Chapter 21
RYDER
I PUSHED OPEN THE front door, seeing the lights on in the kitchen as I dropped my suitcase. I still had the feeling that something was going on. I saw Elyse standing at the counter with a cloth in her hands, and she never looked more beautiful to me.
“Baby, love, it’s so good to see you.” I stepped forward and rounded the counter, taking in her body hungrily as she set the cloth down. Her outfit wasn’t tight, but I could see the curves that I loved and craved. I slipped my hands over her hips and leaned in for a kiss, pleased when she reacted to the contact. There was a spark between us that was undeniable. I tilted my head to deepen the kiss, and she gripped my shoulders tightly as our tongues danced together. I skimmed my hands over my body, feeling her tense as I cupped her breasts.
“Are you okay?” I asked.
Elyse responded by kissing me harder, and I slid one hand down over her ass and slowly teased her nipple with the other. She whimpered and moaned, making me need to be inside her. I lifted her to the counter and pushed her skirt up as she nipped at my lips. “Yes, Ryder.”
She felt drenched for me and I played with her for a moment as she rocked into me. Was it just me, or was she even more responsive? I stared into her face as her mouth hung open, sliding a finger inside as she dropped her head back. “More, more, more.”
“You’re so beautiful when you’re getting off with me,” I whispered before kissing her again. “What’s gotten into you tonight?”
“I always want you.”
I sucked her juices off my finger, and she pulled at my jeans, trying to free my cock. I dropped them to the floor as I glanced at the door to make sure it was locked. I moved between Elyse’s parted legs and thrust inside her, both us crying out with the feeling. “Oh, God. So close.” She rocked into me as I moved deeper and faster, needing her. I held her thighs and felt her tighten around me just before she came, crying my name. I looked down and finished inside her as she pleaded with me to.