Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24983 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 125(@200wpm)___ 100(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“And what’s that?” he asked,
“Love.”
His lips curved into the sweetest smile, and there was no missing the depth of feeling in his bright-blue orbs as he said, “Then you better get your ass to your room to pack your stuff because I love you.”
My mom gasped, and I wasn’t sure if it was because of the language Silas used or the fact that he’d just professed his love for me. Either way, what she thought no longer mattered. Having Silas’s love set me free.
“That’s exactly what I needed to hear.”
“I could use the words, too.” His smile widened, but there was a hint of uncertainty in his gaze. “Assuming you feel the same.”
“Oh, sorry.” I shook my head, clearing the daze of having my dreams come true. Cupping his cheek, I whispered, “I absolutely, positively love you, too.”
“Then let's go grab whatever you want from upstairs so we can get out of here.”
“Okay.” Interlacing our fingers, I led him up to the bedroom I was using. Grabbing my suitcase from the closet, I jerked my chin toward the dresser. “Could you toss everything in here while I get my stuff from the bathroom?”
“Of course,” he muttered, yanking open the top drawer. “Whatever it takes to get us out the door faster, count me in.”
It didn’t take us long to pack everything up. My parents were waiting for us when we came back downstairs, my dad standing in front of the door. We couldn’t get past him to leave unless he moved.
“I’m leaving with Silas, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”
“If you go with him now, you won’t be welcome back in my home,” my dad warned.
I hadn’t been joking when I said I wasn’t into material things like my parents were. I didn’t need much to make me happy, and I had packed most of my favorite things for our trip. If I didn’t get the stuff I’d left at home, I’d quickly get over their loss. “I’m sorry you feel that way, but your threats aren’t going to change my mind.”
“Let her go,” my mom drawled with a careless shrug. “She’ll come crawling back eventually.”
I felt the electricity gathering in Silas’s body again, and I didn’t want him to do anything he’d regret later. If being pissed at my parents triggered the same reaction that being jealous of James had, then one or both of them would be in for quite the shock…literally.
Just like before, I stroked my hand down his arm as I murmured, “Remember. They’re not worth it.”
Dismissing my father that way was apparently the last straw for him because he didn’t bother to look back at me as he strode into the living room. I was oddly okay with having them disown me, so I beamed a reassuring smile at Silas as I nudged him toward the door. “C’mon, let’s go.”
Silas was quiet as we loaded my things into the Jeep, waiting until we were inside the vehicle to turn to me and say, “I’m so sorry, my beauty. I hate that you have to make such a big sacrifice to be with me, but I swear I’ll do everything in my power to make sure you never regret your decision today.”
I didn’t think there would ever be a day I’d second-guess my decision. Leaning over, I gave him a quick kiss. “Just keep loving me. That’s all I need.”
Epilogue
Silas
I squeezed Juniper’s hand gently as we watched Sunny, the nurse, carry our newborn daughter over to the machine to weigh her. My wife beamed up at me, and I pasted a smile on my face to hide what I was really feeling.
I was so fucking terrified.
When we found out Juniper was pregnant a few months after we moved in together, I’d whisked her to the courthouse to give her and the baby my last name. But when it came to the wedding night, I didn’t know what to do. What if I couldn’t touch our child? Would touching Juniper hurt the baby? It wasn’t as though there was a case study about another electric man who got married and knocked up his wife.
I wasn’t willing to risk it, so I told Juniper we would celebrate after the baby was born. She was convinced I was worried over nothing, but I was firm in my decision. I should have known better. When Juniper decided on something, her resolve was nearly unbreakable. Probably due to spending so many years with her choices being overlooked or discarded. The best way to convince her to change her mind was through multiple orgasms, but that obviously wasn’t an option.
I went to bed that night in long pajama pants, a long-sleeved top, socks, and gloves.
When I woke up, it was to the ecstasy of a warm, wet mouth wrapped around my cock. I groaned and raised my head to look down at the erotic sight of my wife swallowing my shaft. Her brown eyes were bright as she stared back at me and let my dick pop out of her mouth.