Total pages in book: 34
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 31820 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 159(@200wpm)___ 127(@250wpm)___ 106(@300wpm)
Pushing that shit out of his head and just focusing on her, he brought her to orgasm, and then taking hold of her hands once again, he pushed them to the bed and worked her body.
He thrust inside her, not wanting to stop. Driving in deep, working her, he felt his own orgasm begin to build. This time he didn’t stop, and as he thrust inside her one final time and came apart, filling her with wave upon wave of cum, he stared into her eyes, wishing. Knox hadn’t wished for anything in a very long time, but as he stared at Ava, he wished that she would get pregnant. He wished for a life with her, and he didn’t want it to stop.
He would do everything in his power to make sure he gave her a life worth fighting for. He was not going to turn his back on her.
Ava was his.
Chapter Nine
Ava knew their time together was short. She had expected to wake up and find Knox gone, only he was still in the bed, and she wanted to scream with joy. She was not a woman that screamed for anything.
She rushed downstairs, going straight to the kitchen. There was no sign of Marshal, so she rushed to the stove to start making some pancakes. She was in the mood for chocolate chip pancakes and she knew they were Knox’s favorite.
There was something different about last night. It was only their second time having sex, yet it was different. She couldn’t quite put her finger on it as to why. The way he’d looked into her eyes. She didn’t know if it was all the romance movies, or just hopeful thinking.
She had fallen in love with Knox a long time ago. Over the last few years, he had come and gone, and she did wonder if he had women elsewhere. He never brought them home, nor did he ever bring them up. It was a mystery. She didn’t for a second believe he lived as a celibate.
“It doesn’t matter,” she said, pressing her fingers to her forehead and pushing them out. “Of course it doesn’t matter.”
“What doesn’t matter?” Marshal asked, entering the kitchen.
Ava turned to see the other man was dressed for business. “A suit?”
“I’ve got to go and meet the lawyer.” He shrugged. “Business and the divorce.”
“Shouldn’t it be a clean-cut divorce?”
“You’d think so but that is law for you, and money-grabbing women.”
“Hey, I am a woman, and I’m standing right here.”
Marshal sighed. “Okay, not all women, but it seems I attract them, and they suck. Either way, you and Knox have the house all to yourself.” He gave her a wink. “I’m sure you and he can come up with some fun things to do while I’m gone.”
“Stop it, it’s not all about sex.”
“Trust me, I’ve heard it is all about the sex, and don’t even try to disillusion me.”
“Is that how all your marriages started? It was all about the sex?”
Marshal’s face scrunched up. “Nope, if you must know, it was all about the spending sprees.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be. That is life. So, can I ask for one or two of your delicious pancakes?”
After he told her about his marriages, and she knew from personal experience he had a rough time of it, she got to working the batter. Spooning out large enough dollops with an ice cream scoop, and then using a measuring spoon for the pancakes. They looked so good. She made him four, placed them on a plate, and drizzled on some maple syrup.
“I do not know how these can possibly be unhealthy?”
“Sugar, cooked in butter, chocolate chips, and maple syrup.”
“Nah, maple syrup is healthy.”
“Anything that tastes good is considered unhealthy.”
“That I will agree with. You wouldn’t get broccoli tasting this good,” Marshal said.
She couldn’t help but laugh.
He finished his pancakes as she did more for Knox and herself. Marshal pulled out his cell phone. “That is me, and I will see you later.” He winked at her. “Have fun, you crazy lovebirds.” And he left while also taking a fifth pancake.
She didn’t complain. Marshal was a good guy. Calling him Blondie’s husband was so far out the window. She actually liked the guy.
She was just pouring some orange juice, as Knox appeared in the doorway.
“Marshal is leaving?”
“Something to do with seeing his lawyer about business and a divorce thing. Don’t worry, I fed him. I was going to bring all of this up to bed.”
“And now, I get to eat it here.” He moved closer and banded an arm around her waist. With the other hand, he picked up a pancake, pressing it together, and then dipping it into the warm maple syrup she’d poured into a small bowl for him to add as much or as little as he wanted.
He took a bite, went in for a second dip, and then presented her with the pancake. She took a bite, with a little moan. It did taste good, but anything with chocolate always tasted so good.