Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77842 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“I’m going to go inside,” I mutter, standing up. Walking into the house, the smell of wood and leather fill the house. Rhodes’ large brown leather sectional in the living room, and his wooden farm door dinner table the first thing to see when you walk in.
“I’m going to take a shower before Paige gets home from school,” I tell him, and he nods. That tension that has been pulled so tight between us is ready to snap at any moment. We haven’t had sex, but it’s gotten close. I think he’s waiting for me to be ready, and I just want to make sure I’m fully in before fully giving myself to another man. Using the hall bathroom, I turn the shower on and set my bath caddy on the sink. Biting my nail, I look at the pink and white box still in the package. I haven’t had a period in two months. Undressing, I sit on the toilet, the lid cold against my skin and pee on the stick. I instantly look at it and only see one line faintly coming in. Looks negative. Thank God. I don’t know how I’d feel about having Heston’s child. The seed of a demon kicking me from the inside is too much to think about. There was something definitely wrong with him and the idea that his DNA would be in something I created is scary.
Stepping into the shower, the hot water caresses my skin, wetting my hair. Closing my eyes, I lift my hands and scratch at my scalp, making sure not to touch where my cut was. I was able to take the stitches out, but it’s still so tender there.
Steam rises, fogging the glass of the shower. With the sound of the door opening, I freeze.
“Paige?”
The shower door is pulled open and Rhodes stares directly as me.
“I’ll only get in if you want me to,” he says, his body only in a towel. My body pulses, need growing in my core.
Biting my bottom lip, I take a step forward and pull him inside with me. Hot water splashes on us, our mouths connecting as our hands explore one another. He’s hard where it counts and soft where I need it. My fingers slip up and down his tattoos, my skin contrasting amongst his golden.
Grabbing me by the hips, he lifts me and presses me up against the wall, the tip of his cock fat and thick, I hold my breath as he presses into me. Closing my eyes, I focus on it stretching and filling me, and it feels so damn good. With his face in the crook of my neck and my legs wrapped around his waist, he thrusts in and out of me. This is something that has been building between us for quite some time, the temptation making it that much sweeter. Resting my chin on his head, I feel his hand grab my breast, his mouth enveloping my nipple, sending a burst of pleasure through me. I moan, rocking my hips faster. Needing to hold onto something before we both slip and fall, he slaps his hand against the wall and continues to drive into me. He grunts, the low growl a turn-on.
“I’m coming,” I tell him, and he takes advantage. He thrusts harder, grabbing my ass cheeks hard. Stars burst behind my eyes as ecstasy takes over my entire body.
His body tenses, and he comes seconds after me. Standing in the shower, both of us trying to catch our breath, we stand under the waterhead that is slowly turning cold.
Grabbing my face, he leans his forehead against mine.
“That was better than I could have imagined,” he mutters, rivulets of water dripping from his lips. I kiss him, feeling so much closer to him now.
Turning the water off, I open the door and grab my towel and dry off. Stepping out, he takes the towel he was wearing and starts drying his body off. Walking around him, my eyes fall to the test where there are two bright pink lines. I freeze, heart pounding, not from what I just did in the shower with Rhodes, but rather out of fear of what this test is telling me.
Noticing me staring, he looks down at the sink and stills.
I open my mouth to say something, but I’m speechless.
“Shit,” he whispers, picking it up to look at it better.
“No, no!” I yell, thinking about a little Heston living inside me.
Moss-colored eyes look at me, his hand setting down the test. “This is okay,” he states, but all I can do is shake my head.
He glances at the test in thought and then back up to me.
“Hey,” he grabs me by the hips and pulls me closer, “Heston was fucked up because of his up bringing. You’re a great mother, just look at Paige. Her father was shit but she turned out great. This child is yours and will be just as amazing.”