Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 109843 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 549(@200wpm)___ 439(@250wpm)___ 366(@300wpm)
“If any fucking man sees you like this, I’m gonna have to kill them,” Kip grunted as I rode his cock with abandon.
The cords in his neck were sculpted from marble, his hands on my hips, finger pads pressing into bone.
He’d yanked the straps on my dress off my shoulders to expose my breasts. My dress was bunched at my hips, and the seat of Kip’s truck was pushed back to make us a little less visible from the outside.
The way the site was structured meant we were mostly out of the way of anyone who was working, but if someone decided to go for a stroll or get something from their car, we’d be easily seen.
That only served to make me wetter and my oncoming orgasm more intense.
I grinned at him. “You’re really gonna kill a man just ’cause he caught a glimpse of my tits?” I teased.
Kip grabbed the back of my neck and exerted pressure on my hip to stop me moving, his face turning stormy and dangerous.
My body prickled with unease and even more desire. Kip had switched to dangerous badass mode, and I was all about it. In a big way.
“I’ll kill a man if he sees my wife’s face, flushed and fucking magnificent, while she’s full of my cock and minutes away from climax,” he growled, his grip at my neck bordering on painful. “I won’t let any fucker walk around with that image. So you best make sure we’re not seen.”
As adverse as I was to taking orders, especially ones that were not at all in my control, I liked that one. Liked the intensity with which he spoke. And some fucked-up part of me fucking loved that just by fucking Kip in his truck, I had some perverse power.
“Well, you gonna let me ride you so I can come before someone sees?” I asked breathlessly.
He growled low in his throat and yanked our mouths together, nipping my lip so I tasted blood.
“Christ, woman, you’re gonna be the fuckin’ death of me,” he rasped.
I grinned at him as he released me so I could ride him once more. “But what a beautiful death it would be.”
Four Months Later
Nora gave birth to a healthy baby.
With all her anxiety over her health and complications related to it, she labored like a fucking trooper. From the sound of it, Rowan was the one who couldn’t keep his shit together.
It was pretty funny.
Kip teased him about it relentlessly.
Rowan barely noticed. He was too fucking enchanted with his new child, with the wife who birthed her, with his family.
It seemed, in a way, like Nora had birthed a whole new version of Rowan. For some reason, it made my chest burn a little. Only for a moment, though. Then I got my shit together and let the joy wash over me.
There was plenty of that to be had.
And we were plenty busy.
I took over most of the day-to-day running of the bakery, and Tina did the baking where she could—though Nora was there most mornings after her first week home with Ana. Sometimes with Rowan and the baby in tow, sometimes not.
I was at their place as often as I could be, enjoying my status as the cool, eccentric aunt and spoiling my niece in every way I could.
Kip was there often, too, because he was the uncle by default, and he tended to go where I went these days. I’d thought he was going to be a natural with Ana, considering he was just one of the kind of people you expected to be good with children. He was boyish. Playful. Seemed to be on their level.
But Kip kept his distance from the adorable baby girl, with a wary look in his eye, which was kind of funny since I was sure he was a badass who could handle a whole bunch of infidels or whatever, but apparently a newborn child was where he got scared.
I stored that in my ‘Interesting Tidbits about Kip’ folder.
Technically the folder shouldn’t exist. We had agreed it was just a marriage. Then we agreed it was just sex. I couldn’t be learning curious and interesting things about the man I was married to and now sleeping with.
The lines were blurred enough.
I went from despising the man to being married to him and despising him, then being married to him and wanting him, and now married to him and sleeping with him.
This was the end of the road. It had to be.
I wasn’t sure what Kip’s thoughts were on the whole thing. I wasn’t sure if he even had thoughts on it. He sure didn’t seem to be as conflicted as I was. Oh, to be a man. Maybe it truly was as simple to him as having a benefit to our arrangement. I was still curious as to what motivated him to agree in the first place.