Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89772 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 449(@200wpm)___ 359(@250wpm)___ 299(@300wpm)
Papá was spending a lot of time at our house as well. He was adamant he wanted grandkids, and him and Uncle Gino would often tease Cruz that his balls must be broken because I still wasn’t expecting. ‘What kind of man was he that he couldn’t get me pregnant?’ they’d say. Aurora joined in on the torment. With the number of hours my husband spent inside of me, making up for lost time as he claimed, I was shocked I wasn’t as well.
Lexi was confident it would happen when the time was right. In the meantime, she started buying neutral baby things.
Clothes.
Toys.
The list when on and on with no end in sight.
My biological clock was ticking in everyone else’s body. I couldn’t imagine what it would be like once I was pregnant. Our baby was going to be loved and spoiled boundlessly, and I for one was excited for the future.
Grabbing onto the reigns, I hovered forward as Massimo jumped another fence. We flew through the air effortlessly, clearing the pole every time. It quickly became my favorite part about riding. The free feeling for a couple of seconds, where nothing else mattered but being one with my boy. We galloped around the corner to find Cruz intently watching us. Leaning against the rails, wearing his signature suit. Looking as handsome as the devil.
I never got tired of drinking him in. He took my breath away.
His kindness.
His heart.
His love.
They were all qualities I admired. Of course, we still argued. He was controlling, arrogant, and stubborn as fuck. It was annoying to say the least. The more I resisted his so-called charm, the harder he tried to prove his point.
He was right.
Always.
No matter what.
“Whoa,” I ordered, stopping Massimo in front of him. Undressing Cruz with my eyes.
“You want me?” he taunted, grabbing his balls. “Then come and get me, baby.”
“Ugh!” I rolled my eyes. “I’m with Massimo. He’s the only man I need in my life.”
“Is that right?”
“Yep.” I shrugged, being a brat. I swear it turned him on.
He pushed off the rail, walking over to us with that Crucifixio Martinez swagger only he could pull off. My thighs clenched, anticipating his next move. Swiftly, he took my foot out of the stirrup and stuck his foot in. Jolting himself onto Massimo, he positioned himself behind me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, caught off guard.
Grabbing the reigns out of my hands, he made the same short sound with his mouth while squeezing his legs around Massimo’s stomach. Making him go.
“How did you know how to do that?”
“I’ve spent hours watching you ride another man. You’re lucky I let you keep him.”
I giggled, I couldn’t help it. Finding it funny he was so jealous of my horse. I was about to reply, but his nose began rubbing up the back of my neck. Sparking a heady desire within my core.
“What are you doing?” I repeated, laying my back against his chest. Relaxing into his firm, muscular form, I enjoyed the sensations of his affection as they stirred against my flesh.
Gradually, he laid kisses down my neck while his hand cupped my breast.
“Cruz… the guards…”
“Don’t worry about them. Focus on me. You’re so warm, so soft. Your smell is fucking addicting. I can’t get enough of you, neither in small doses or in big ones. Tell me you know that?”
“I do,” I purred, loving his hands on me.
“I want a son. When are you going to give me one?”
“Ummm… when your balls decide to work, I guess.”
He slapped my pussy, hard. At the same time, the sensation kind of felt nice.
“Ow!”
“I’ll make it better.”
He hushed me with his deep breaths and sighs all over while his hand slid to the front of my stomach, unbuckling my riding pants.
“Cruz—” I shut my mouth real quick when he slipped his fingers into my panties.
He knew my body better than I did. I learned so much about myself with him. What I liked, what I loved, what I couldn’t ever get enough of.
Him.
“You going to be a good girl for me?’
“But I’m so good at being a brat,” I panted when I felt his fingers start to rub my clit.
“Only good girls get to come.”
I sucked in my bottom lip and he groaned, making my core melt with anticipation.
My eyes closed, and my head fell back onto his shoulder, living in this moment where it was only us and nothing else mattered.
He kissed and licked the crook of my neck—the spot that drove me crazy and made me quiver all over. His fingers worked me like a fiddle, gentle at first, then more demanding.
Urgent.
Insistent.
My body felt warm all over, the heat spreading like wild fire, from the tips of my toes to the top of my head. He was everywhere, embedding himself deeper into my heart and soul.