Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 23865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23865 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 119(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 80(@300wpm)
I nod firmly. “Your touches, the sweet sounds you make, those are for me alone. I can barely stomach the idea of people getting to see what you look like after you’ve been thoroughly kissed. I only agreed to that much because it will show the world that you’re mine.”
Ty snorts. “And because he knows he’ll never get you to agree to have his name tattooed on your forehead.”
“Shut the fuck up, Tyson,” I growl.
“You think kissing me on screen is going to keep people from gossiping about who I’m dating?” she laughs and shakes her head.
I grasp her cheeks and lift her face up so our eyes are locked. “Maybe not completely. But a ring on your finger and a round little belly should do the trick.”
Chapter 8
Nicole
I stare up at Austin, thinking he can’t possibly be serious about his declaration, but the expression on his face leaves no room for doubt. There isn’t even the tiniest bit of humor in his dark eyes. Instead, they’re lit with an unmistakable determination, and it’s one-hundred percent focused on me. “You really mean it?”
“About putting a ring on your finger and a baby in your belly?” he asks for clarification. I nod hesitantly, unsure if I’m worried that I’m wrong…or right. His lips kick up in a satisfied smirk as one of his hands slides down to my stomach. “I’ve already got a head start on the latter, and I have a plan in place for the former.”
A head start on the...it takes a moment for the meaning to hit me. When it does, Austin has to keep me from falling to the ground because my legs can’t hold me up. I was a virgin a mere twenty-four hours ago, but he’s come inside me a lot since then. Like so much that “a lot” is a major understatement. I’m so full of him, I’m surprised his cum isn’t spilling out of me hours later. I vaguely remember that we’d started to have the birth control conversation but…well crap. “You might’ve gotten me pregnant!”
My low hiss is soft enough that only Austin should’ve been able to hear me, but Tyson’s amused snort lets me know it wasn’t as quiet as I thought. I’m super embarrassed, but I don’t have long to worry about it because one of the production assistants calls out, “Hayes and Callahan, you’re needed on set.”
Austin gives the poor girl the evil eye for interrupting us. I understand his frustration—I mean, we’re talking about the possibility of us making a baby—but the horrible timing isn’t her fault. I flash her an apologetic smile and tug Austin away so he won’t scare her off from a job she probably needs. “C’mon. We’ll finish this discussion after work. I don’t want to be late. It’ll only make me more nervous.”
“Nervous?” Austin echoes, throwing his arm over my shoulder and pulling me close. “Don’t worry, little starlet. Today’s call sheet doesn’t have you in any scenes without me. I’ll be right there beside you every step of the way.”
I narrow my eyes at him. “Why do I have the feeling that you had something to do with what’s on the schedule for today?”
“How’d you guess?” His eyes twinkle, and he winks at me. “When Tyson called last night, I asked him to make sure we’d only shoot together today.”
“There he goes, trying to take all the credit when it turned out that they’d already planned to focus on scenes with the both of you,” Tyson mutters from behind us.
“Busted,” I chuckle, enjoying the banter between the two men.
Austin gives me a little squeeze as we near the set. “Of course I am. I’ve got to work at it if I want to impress the most beautiful girl in the world.”
I wrap my arm around his waist. “Don’t be silly.”
“Haven’t you heard? Goofing off on set is my specialty.” I laugh, figuring he’s joking around to get a laugh out of me because he wants me to relax. He’s been so intense since we met that it’s hard to picture him as a jokester. But about an hour later, I realize he’s completely serious when we’re on the fourth take of the first scene we’re shooting and I’m laughing so hard, tears are rolling down my cheeks. Makeup grumbles as they come on set to fix me up…yet again. Then, on the next take, I truly understand what he meant when he pulls a prank on me.
The set-up is that it’s my character’s eighteenth birthday, and Austin’s character has organized our first official date to celebrate. We’ve just finished a romantic dinner for two and he sets a beautifully wrapped present in front of me after the waiter clears our plates.
“This dinner is already such a wonderful surprise. You didn’t need to buy me something, too,” I exclaim, pressing my fingertips to my mouth in a gesture of surprise.