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)
“Fine,” he grunts. “I’ll refrain from beating the shit out of them, but someone’s going to hold onto your ring when you’re on set so the only time you’re not wearing it is when you’re actually filming.”
“Whatever you want, babe.” I’m all for keeping him out of prison—even if he’s just proven that I was right about his possessiveness ratcheting up another level now that I’m pregnant.
Austin grabs my hand and starts leading me back to the set with Ty and Sarah following behind us. I glance back and see Ty already has his phone glued to his ear and Sarah is working furiously on her iPad.
“Do you want to do a live interview?” Tyson asks. His question halts Austin in his tracks and he turns to face Ty, his expression thoughtful.
After a moment, a devious smile forms on his perfect lips. “Excellent idea.” He lets go of my hand and points to me. “Stay right here.” Then he takes off for our dressing room. He comes back a minute later and slips my engagement ring on my hand. He spins around, takes my hand once more, and marches across the space towards the exit.
“Uh, Austin?” Ty calls out. “You want to clue me in on what’s going on in that carnival fun house you call a brain?”
Without answering, Austin lifts me into a golf cart, buckles me, then gets in and takes off. He finally stops just outside the entrance to the studio grounds. He hops out, comes around and helps me out before lacing our fingers together and walking determinedly to the guard shack.
He waves at the guard as we pass and once we are out, his eyes dart around until he smiles, seeming to find what he’s looking for. With his free hand, he sticks his fingers in his mouth and lets out a piercing whistle. A group of people turn in our direction and that’s when I realize what he’s done.
The paparazzi rush over, their cameras already flashing, and microphones poised in our direction as they bombard us with questions.
Austin holds up his hand and the crowd falls silent. Then he lifts our joined hands in the air and grins broadly. “WE’RE PREGNANT!!” he shouts.
Epilogue
Austin
The limousine rolls to an idle as we wait in line to pull up to the red carpet. I place one last kiss on my wife’s mouth before pulling my hand from under her dress and licking my fingers clean. “Told you I could make you come at least twice before we arrived,” I say smugly.
Nicole blinks a couple of times, her eyes slowly clearing of the lustful fog I’d put her in. “Maybe you should prove it to me again on the way home,” she replies impishly.
I can’t help grinning and giving her another quick, hard kiss. “You are insatiable lately,” I tell her with a laugh. Not that I’m complaining. During her pregnancy, Nicole was practically in a constant state of horniness. She wanted it all the time and I was more than willing to oblige. The last couple of months, she’s been in a similar state, probably due to the fact that our sexy time is limited to when our daughter allows it.
Nicole shakes her head and scoots off my lap. “Once we get home, my breasts belong to our four-month-old, babe. We should take the alone time while we’ve got it.”
“True,” I sigh. Callie is the most beautiful and precious little girl, but I can’t help feeling a little jealous sometimes. She gets to spend way more time sucking on Nicole’s tits than I do lately. And I can’t get fucking enough of their sweet taste, especially when I’m lapping up her cream. “It’s Daddy’s turn with those gorgeous tits, baby,” I tell her as I cup her full breasts and run my thumbs over her nipples. Her eyes close and her head falls back as a blissful moan falls from her kiss-swollen lips. Her tits have been extra sensitive the last few weeks and I can usually get her off just by playing with them.
The sound of her moan goes straight to my cock and it somehow swells even more, making the zipper of my pants dig into the skin. I curse when the car starts to move again and debate how much time I need for a quick fuck.
But, I’m cock-blocked when the flashing lights outside penetrate the darkened windows as we come to a stop at the front of the theater. The door opens and I climb out, shielding my eyes from the blinding flashes. I turn and reach in, grasping Nicole’s out-stretched hand and helping her exit the car.
When she waltzed out of our bedroom in the lacy, green gown she’s wearing, I flipped my shit and demanded that she go back upstairs and change. It hugs her every curve and the front dips low enough to show off too much of her milk-swollen tits. The back is high, and I breathed a sigh of relief until she got closer and I realized it’s fucking see-through.