Total pages in book: 21
Estimated words: 19968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 19968 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 100(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
I drop the basket in my hand and almost trip over it in the process.
“Darling girl. Be careful,” Van says as he throws the woman’s wrist away like it’s on fire.
He’s half running to me even though I already caught my balance.
“You’ve still got your apron on,” he says, smiling down at me. Before I can say anything his mouth comes down on mine for a long, sweet kiss. “And you brought my favorite.” He gives my bottom lip a nibble and I’m too shocked to stop him. “Okay, second favorite. We all know you’re my favorite thing to eat. But your butterscotch brownies are second and I can taste them on you.”
The woman clears her throat and it shakes me back to reality. Van can always take me to someplace else where I forget about everything but him.
“I told you to get lost,” he tells the woman without looking her way.
“But—”
Van’s eyes are cold as he snaps his gaze to her. “I don’t know what the fuck you’re up to, but you came to our house and tried to touch me when it’s perfectly clear I’m married.”
“I didn’t know. I thought—”
“I bet my life I mentioned my wife five times since you got here.”
I believe him. At times it makes me blush how much he goes on and on about me. He’s just so proud and happy to have me he can’t help himself but tell anyone who will listen. It’s no secret in town Van is married because Honey made the wedding a three-day event! She wanted everyone to know she had a daughter now and I’d never felt more loved since I became a Cyprus.
“I think I’ll find another vet.” The woman lifts her chin while somehow looking down at me before she stomps off in her flashy cowgirl boots that are all show and no work.
I hate to break it to the woman but Van’s into kitchen aprons and me laid out naked on our bed. That’s what gets him going, not anything fancy.
“I told you to do that before you got out of your truck,” Van mutters, shaking his head.
He knew she was up to no good the second she got here. The Cyprus family is loaded and some people try to sink their fingers into it. They never get anywhere but sometimes people get brave.
“You and that apron.” He switches the subject back to me and all his focus is directed solely on his wife. It never gets old thinking of myself as that.
“You had her by the wrist,” I point out. I know I’m going to get fucked extra hard over the comment.
Van reaches down to pick up my basket and I lick my lips when I see a few of the toys I packed have gotten tossed to the top.
“I was stopping her from touching me. I don’t know what the fuck she was doing,” he steams. “You know that apron does shit to me and I didn’t get enough of you at lunch. You know I need more.”
My nipples tighten at the thought. When it comes to Van, he can have it all. There’s no part of me that doesn’t belong to him.
“Maybe I’m not giving any up. I just caught you with another woman in here.”
Van lets out a humorless laugh. “That was nothing. You just saw what I have to deal with all the time. All those lifeguards are always trying to hang around your kitchen and get whatever treat they can.” His playfulness drops from his face and now I’m the one fighting a real laugh.
I’m really not jealous. I know I’m the only woman for Van. We are two halves of a whole, but still it gets us both worked up when someone tries to sneak in and grab our attention from each other. It’s always going to be a losing battle for them. For us it just makes sex that day a little more intense and I can tell from the glint in his eyes I’m not going to be walking out of this barn on my own two feet.
He’s going to slay me with orgasms but it doesn’t matter. I might not be able to walk out but my husband will carry me. We’re about to have one of our summer sneakouts in the barn and maybe this one will end up with us having a little boy.
I don’t have any doubts because Van always gives me what I need. If a baby boy is what I want, it’s what I’ll get.
Epilogue
Van
Ten years later…
“Did you pack your bug spray?” I ask as I check the pack for the millionth time.
“Yes, Dad,” Ariel says, and I can hear her eye roll.
“I’m just making sure.” I place her sleeping bag next to it but don’t make a move to pick it up.