His Forever Girl Read Online Lucy Darling

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Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 34652 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 139(@250wpm)___ 116(@300wpm)
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“I get what you’re saying, and I agree. Thing is, they enjoy the hell out of the shit we do. I’m sure we’ll be the same.” We will. I put my hand on my stomach. I only took the test this morning. No one knows but Reid. Okay, Willow knows, but that goes without saying. When I hear a crash in the kitchen, I turn around, taking off.

“Find them!” I shout. I come to a sliding halt in the kitchen and let out a sigh of relief when I see it’s only a couple of broken glasses.

“Sorry,” a girl with a black apron says.

“It’s fine. I’m just glad no one is hurt.” I turn, almost running into a man wearing all black. His name badge lets me know he’s the bartender. Do we really need a bartender with a small wedding of thirty people? Probably not, but when it came to this wedding I’ve pretty much been a “yes” person to ninety percent of the wedding planner’s suggestions.

“Zoey.” He smirks down at me. He looks like he’s barely old enough to drink let alone make cocktails.

“Hello, Landon.” I give him a smile. “People should start showing up in an hour. Can you have champagne ready?”

“I can do anything you want, sugar.” A dimple forms in his cheek. I think he’s hitting on me, but maybe he’s just being nice.

“Two broken glasses is enough damage for today.” Our parents’ house is brand new and we’re having the wedding here. It took about four months to build once all the plans had been agreed on. The house looks ordinary from the outside, but the inside is another story. The kitchen is breathtaking and has all the small details that make a house look grand. You'd think you were in a mansion and not a medium-sized house.

Our parents didn't want some giant house. They only wanted to be close to us. With Reid’s first contract on the heels of some very nice endorsements, we bought our house on a giant plot of land and started building this place for them. It’s not even a half a mile away. We wanted to do something for them, and Reid loved the idea of them being close when he did have to travel for a game. Now Reid is in the process of building a giant garage for his dad.

“What?” His eyebrows pull together as a confused look takes over his face.

“Champagne.” I start to step around him, needing to find my mom. He reaches out, snagging me by my arm.

“How about we have a glass together? Have a drink before everyone gets here.” He looks right down the top of my dress. Before I can say a word, Landon is gone.

“Did you find them?” Reid gives me a look that would kill many. “Don’t kill him. I don’t have time for police reports.”

“Hey, man, aren't you Reid Knight?” Landon starts to get up from the floor. The shock of seeing Reid Knight in person makes him forget he was just tossed across the room like a ragdoll. Men.

“Run.” I grab my husband's arm before he can go for the kid again. Landon finally understands the danger he’s in and takes off. “You’re going to be bartending for the night if you murder him,” I inform him, letting go of his arm. I try to make my way upstairs, but I'm snagged around the waist and pulled off into the office. “Reid. We don’t have—” My words trail off when he pins me to the wall, dropping to his knees in front of me.

“There is always time to make my wife come and remind her she’s mine.”

“Trust me. I know I’m yours.” He’s got my dress up around my hips already. The man has quick hands on and off the field.

“Hold the dress,” he orders me. “I want to see your cunt.” His nose flares, and I realize he really is worked up. You’d think over time this crazy need Reid has to always know I belong to him, and for everyone else to know it as well, would fade some, but I think it’s only gotten worse. Not that I care. Not when he looks at me like I’m his everything. “Zoey. Don’t make me ask to see what belongs to me again.” I’d be lying if I didn’t admit that when he gets this way that it turns me on more than anything.

If we had more time, I would resist a little longer to give him a hard time. But I know the clock is ticking down until our parents walk down the aisle, so I lift my dress up, revealing myself to him.

“No fucking panties.” He growls against my clit before he sucks it into his mouth.

“Reid!” I let out a small scream. He isn't messing around. He works my clit. Reid knows my body better than I do. My Reid is soft and sweet with me, but when we’re like this, everything goes by Reid’s rules. Reid’s control. He can make me come in seconds, minutes, or hours.



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