Total pages in book: 160
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 155798 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 779(@200wpm)___ 623(@250wpm)___ 519(@300wpm)
I stopped talking. If just the mention of our pets as kids were making him look like that, I couldn’t go through with it.
“Billie,” he rasped.
“What?”
“What were you going to say?”
“Nothing. It’s nothing.” I needed a moment to collect myself. I’d been wanting to bring it up, but I couldn’t. Not if it meant there was a possibility Brett wouldn’t be okay with it. I couldn’t lose him, ever. Hugging myself, I stopped keeping track of Brett until he was right in front of me.
He bent, put his head against my side, and lifted me up as he stood.
I grabbed onto him from instinct, though he’d done this so many other times, I didn’t squawk like I normally would. “What are you doing?”
With me hanging over his shoulder, he turned the lights off in each room as he went back upstairs, then into our room, and he tossed me down on the bed, but he came with me. Which I always loved, and we’d negotiated the throwing me over his shoulder stuff. My policy was that I was okay with it, as long as he put me down in this manner. Always on the bed and he always came with me, and there were addendums added if sex followed right after.
I was hoping for that addendum to happen tonight.
It wasn’t happening this time because Brett propped himself on top of me and raised himself to look down at me. “What were you going to say?”
I slid a hand around his neck and tried to pull him down to me. “Nothing. Come here—”
He resisted. “Billie.”
I sighed, my hand falling back to the bed and I let it thump with a bounce because I was trying to distract him here.
He ignored it, only raising an eyebrow at me.
The nerves came back to me, fluttering in a tizzy all around inside me. They were worked up. “I—” Tears formed at the corners of my eyes. Did I really want to say this? Once I said it, it would either happen or it would definitely not happen and I wasn’t sure which would break my heart.
“Billie,” he said again, softer. He moved my legs apart, settling between them, but he only held himself there. “We’ve been through literal hell and back. You can tell me. There’s no secrets between us.”
My eyes held onto his, almost clinging in a way.
He frowned slightly, brushing some of my hair back from my forehead. Still in that soft tone, he said, “We’ve not married because you wanted to wait. Remember?”
I bit down on my lip. He was right about that too. “When we talked about that, it was right after Ben.” I looked away.
“Yeah, but I’ve just been waiting for you to bring it back up. I’ll marry you tonight if you said the word.”
I looked back. “You would?”
“Of course I would.” A gentle smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. “You’re my forever, Billie. You were my forever the second I saw you at the news show that morning. I just didn’t catch up until you began talking about chickens. But you’re it for me. There’ll never be anyone else. It’s always been you for me. You want to get married tonight?”
My heart was going to burst out of me. To go from being so nervous to this? The sunshine. He always made me feel it in these moments. “I don’t want to get married tonight.”
“Tomorrow?”
I smiled a little. “I don’t want to get married tomorrow.”
“The day after?”
I laughed, reaching for him again, both of my hands sliding around his neck and lacing together. “Not the day after.”
“Okay.”
“Okay?”
He relaxed more on top of me, and he moved against me where I could feel his dick. He was hard, and the sunshine grew more inside me because I also really loved his dick. So much.
And I loved how he began moving it against me, rubbing and grinding.
I groaned, my eyes closing, beginning to move with him, loving how I’d learned that if I pushed my hips off the bed and began rubbing up and down over his dick, clothed or not, Brett went still because he loved that sensation too. I was about to do just that, but he stopped moving.
My eyes popped open. “What? Why’d you stop?”
His eyes were dark with lust but also narrowed on me. “You need to tell me what’s going on with you.” He pressed a hand to my chest, his palm flat, right over my heart. “Let me in, Billie.”
I melted. Who wouldn’t at that move?
“Not fair,” I retorted, but he only chuckled and waited. Here we go. I blurted out, “I know you’re old.”
“What?”
“I don’t mean like that, but I mean in child-rearing age. You’re old, but I’m not. I’m younger than you, but I’ll be too old soon and—”
He sat up, all business now. He knew where I was going with this. “You told me you didn’t want kids.”