Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82163 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
I come over and over again, losing track of the number of times until he rams into me one last time, and I’m the one swallowing his moan this time.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
TRISTAN
I collapse on her chest as she leans back on her elbow. “Did I just fuck you on my counter like a barbarian?” I say the words out loud instead of just in my head. My breaths come in pants as I try to get my breathing back to normal.
“I really hope this isn’t another dream,” she says as she runs her hand through the back of my hair. I look up and see her looking down at me. “If it is a dream, I’m not sure I want to wake up from it.” She bends her head, and I raise mine to kiss her. “Also, you might have to get off my belly,” she urges, and I jump off her, making her laugh. “You weren’t hurting me; I just have to pee.”
I look at her pink cheeks as she sits up. Her tits are bigger than they were the last time. Her belly is fucking beautiful, and I lean down and kiss her stomach. “Hi, baby boy,” I say, rubbing her stomach, and it just makes me so fucking happy. “It’s your dad.”
“Who was just inside me.” Abigail rolls her lips when I glare at her. “What? I’m just telling him in case he’s wondering who poked him in the eye.” She smiles so big her eyes light up. “I’m kidding. You probably didn’t even feel it.”
“How sure are you?” I ask her as she pulls her shirt over her head, and I want to stop her.
“I’m one-thousand-percent positive the baby can’t feel you.” I tuck my cock back in to my boxers and grab her by the waist.
“I love you.” I say the three words I was so scared to say before, but now I feel the need to tell her all the time. “Let’s get you to bed.” I kiss her softly, picking her up and putting her on her feet. “Do you want to sleep in my bed?” I ask her, holding my breath. I wanted her to come to my room before, but I didn’t want to push her. But now after having her again, all I want to do is keep her close.
“What do you think Penelope will say?” she asks, not sure.
“Well, considering she said we had sex,” I remind her, “and I’m really fucking hoping she didn’t google sex when I wasn’t here.”
“I don’t want her to feel uncomfortable,” she says softly, and I just walk into my room.
“I’ll set the alarm early so she doesn’t see you in my bed,” I suggest to her, walking to the king-sized bed. “I’m going to be honest with you,” I tell her, tossing the cover back. “Penelope is the only one I’ve ever shared a bed with. I don’t know if I move a lot or not.” She walks to me and kisses me under my neck.
“Do you think you can set the alarm for ten minutes before so we can have…” I smirk at her.
“Like I need ten minutes,” I joke with her, and she laughs quietly before turning and looking around. “Bathroom is through there.” I point at the door in the corner.
She turns and walks toward the bathroom, and I walk over to Penelope’s room to make sure she’s still asleep. She’s spread out in the middle of her bed like a starfish. I get back into the bedroom at the same time as Abigail is coming toward the bed. “I had to clean up. What side do you sleep on?”
“The middle.” I chuckle. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, walking to the bathroom and cleaning myself off. When I slide into bed five minutes later, she’s in the middle of the bed waiting for me. I slip in behind her and kiss the back of her neck.
“That got you in trouble before,” she mumbles as she yawns. Even though I would love to take her again, I let her sleep. I don’t know when I fall asleep, but I do it with her in my arms. When the alarm rings, I blink open my eyes, but all I see is hair in front of me. I turn over on my side to silence the noise.
“Morning,” she mumbles, snuggling into me even more. She kisses my neck before she closes her eyes again.
“Morning.” I hug her, pulling her even closer to me. “I love this.”
“What?” she asks, looking up at me, and I feel the baby kick. “Whatever it is, I think your son likes it too.”
She rolls toward the edge of the bed. “I’ll go to the other room,” she says, and I get up, walking to the walk-in closet to grab the robe.