Total pages in book: 78
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74844 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 299(@250wpm)___ 249(@300wpm)
It does something to me, and I love that she’s swollen with my child.
Though, I’m sure she’ll protest that.
I reach for the dress, unzipping it and then lowering it over her head. She helps me put it on, her eyes never leaving my face as I pull the dress down and then turn her to zip it up the back. I kiss the back of her neck and her shoulder before I turn her back around and look her over in the dress, gobsmacked by how goddamn beautiful she is. Her hair is down in waves, and she’s wearing a bit of makeup. That damn lip gloss is tempting me to lick it off, but I refrain.
Somehow.
Jesus, she’s stunning.
She’s the mother of my child.
My forever.
I crouch down, lifting her ankles to put on each shoe, and then I kiss both her knees. I run my hands up the backs of her thighs, cupping her ass before bringing her flush to me. She tips her head back as she gazes up at me, her eyes shining with unshed tears. I cradle her cheek, rubbing my thumb along her jaw. “She’ll love you because I do,” I tell her roughly before pressing my head to hers. “And if she doesn’t, it won’t stop me from loving you.”
Her mouth parts, her eyes widening, and while I hope she’ll say she loves me back, I know she won’t. She’s not ready. I don’t say the three words for her to repeat them; I say them because I need her to know how much I truly love her. How she is my world. My future—and more. Gazing into her worried eyes, I whisper, “Trust me to guide us through this, mami. I got you. You know that, right?”
She nods without even seeming to think about it. “I’m scared,” she whispers, and I cup her jaw with more force. “I don’t want you to realize—”
“I got you.” I can’t let her finish her sentence. If she does, she’ll believe her words, and I refuse to allow that to happen. Her lip wobbles, and I smile down at her. “Now, are you ready, or do I need to drop to my knees and suck that pretty pussy until you’re coming so hard you remember that I’m completely yours?”
Her breath hitches and desire fills her hazel gaze, erasing the fear that was there before. I smile triumphantly, and I don’t give her time to answer. I fall to my knees before the love of my life, and I remind her just who I am.
Hers.
CHAPTER 29
Elliot
Even after two orgasms, I’m still wound so tightly, I can hardly breathe.
I’ve thought up every single scenario for how things can go with Alex’s mom. I’m prepared for the off chance this goes well—and the better chance of this going downhill quick. My biggest fear is that she’ll talk him into not caring for me and not wanting to be with me. The rational part of me, which was just dressed by him and given the most fulfilling orgasms, tells me that I’m being nonsensical. That he already bought me a ring and told me nothing would change his mind.
But surely his mom can?
And then there is my past.
I glance over at him, and I almost word-vomit it all. Just so that when his mom decides to hate me, it’ll be easier for him to do the same. The look on his face stops me. Alex drives with ease, no worry etching his features like how it etches mine. His body isn’t taut. He isn’t breathing funny… He’s just driving.
And smiling.
Always smiling, like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
Must be fucking nice.
“Stop thinking so hard, mami.” His words are soft but demanding. His eyes stay on the road, and that smile stays in place. He squeezes the hand he’s been holding since we got in the car to head to his mom’s.
“Maybe you should let me wear that ring so she won’t be so mad,” I suggest, and he doesn’t even spare me a glance.
“Will you keep it on?”
“What?”
“Will you keep the ring on?” he asks, finally looking over at me.
“While we’re here—”
“No. Forever,” he announces, like he’s telling me the weather. I just gawk at him, unsure how to answer. “Exactly. Don’t ask for things you’re not ready for. And also, let me make it special when I ask, okay?” He scoffs. “Impatient ass.”
My eyes narrow. “I’m trying to make this easy for you.”
“It’s already easy,” he says with a shrug. “‘Mom, this is my future wife, and hey, she’s pregnant. Isn’t she gorgeous as fuck?’”
“Please don’t say that.”
He chuckles. “That’s how I’ve planned it.”
“Oh my God,” I groan as he turns into a neighborhood. I look out the window, taking in the manicured lawns and beautiful all-brick homes. “Did you grow up here?”