Knocked Up by Love Read Online Ella Goode

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Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 34593 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 173(@200wpm)___ 138(@250wpm)___ 115(@300wpm)
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“Honey!” He grunts my name as he pounds into me. My orgasm rockets through me. My whole body locks around him as I come. A groan comes from him as his warm release spills deep inside of me. He collapses on top of me. Our heavy breathing fills the room.

“Sorry.” He presses a kiss to my neck as he rolls, taking me with him until I’m sprawled on top of him. He keeps on placing soft kisses on me.

“Don’t be sorry for that.”

“I was too rough with you. But I can’t help it. I touch you and—”

“And it’s perfect.” I lift my head. I love that I’m so sexy to him he just loses his mind. I push up to sit on top of him. His cock is still hard inside of me. He grabs my hips.

“I’ll never be able to let you go.”

I don’t want him to ever let go.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Bear

“Bear, do you think my eyes are too big?” Paige jabs her index finger into the corner of her eye, the little bear face painted on the nail pointing directly at her eyeball.

I push it to the side. “Nah. They’re perfect.” Last time I said they were just right, and that made her cry. “If they were smaller, wouldn’t that mean we’d have to change out your nose and mouth and ears too?”

Instead of smiling, she plants her hands on her hips and cocks her head. “You saying my ears and nose and mouth are weird looking?”

There’s a muffled laugh over my shoulder. I look back at Honey and scowl. “Help me out here.”

Honey giggles a little more but crouches down beside me. “What Bear is saying is that all your parts fit together like a puzzle. We don’t want to take pieces from the dog puzzle and put it into the cat puzzle.”

“We would if we wanted to make a dog-cat,” Paige proclaims. “I want to be a dog-cat. I’d have the tail of a dog but ears like a cat. I’d meow and purr but have really sharp teeth.” She bares her teeth. “And if anyone was mean to me, I’d bite them.”

“I’d be scared of a dog-cat,” I tell Paige.

Her lower lip trembles. “I’m not scary.”

“No. No. I’d love a dog-cat. Dog-cats are great. You’d be the best dog-cat in the world.” The words are just vomiting out of me in my haste to ensure I don’t make Paige cry.

“Dog-cats are brilliant,” Honey agrees. She gathers Paige in her arms and stands up. “Let’s go draw a dog-cat right now and let Bear drink his disgusting protein egg smoothie.” They both make faces at me.

I frown into my glass. The protein smoothie isn’t great tasting like a root beer float, but it’s not bad either. I trail behind the two girls as Honey carries Paige into the playroom. They settle around a small table and pull out some plain white paper and markers.

“When do I get to go to the fight?” Paige asks, drawing the lines of a fight ring in black marker on her sheet.

“When you’re eight.”

“That’s too far away. Next month.”

“Seven and a half.”

“Next month.”

I send a pleading look to Honey.

“I don’t know if you’d like it,” she says slowly. “People hit each other.”

“I knooooow. I think it would be cool to see Bear hit people. Bam bam.” Paige makes like she’s knocking people over with her fists. “Is that why you drink the gross stuff? So you can hit people better?”

“Yeah.” I rub a hand over my buzz cut. “Do you think I’m a bad guy for hitting people? To be honest, Paige, I’m afraid you won’t like me if you come to a fight.”

She drops her marker. “Not like you? Why wouldn't I like you?”

“Because when I hit people, I hurt them, and I’ve told you never to hurt anyone because only bad people hurt others.”

Honey squeezes my knee. She knows this is one of my biggest fears.

“I wouldn’t think that about you, Bear. Hitting people is your job so you have to hit people.”

“That’s right.” I swallow my protein drink. “But it’s not a great job.” I don’t want Paige to grow up thinking that the fight ring is something she should do.

She wrinkles her nose, catching on immediately. “I don’t want to fight. I’d have to eat gross stuff.” She sticks her nose out and pretends to gag. “I’m going to be a pilot. Corey David’s mom is a pilot, and she goes all over the world. I want to do that.”

“I think that’s a great idea.”

“Then can I go to the fight next month?”

At my silent inquiry, Honey shrugs lightly, which means it’s up to me.

“How about we see if you’re still interested in a month.” That gives me some time to convince her that fight night is boring.

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