Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99967 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 500(@200wpm)___ 400(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Chapter Thirty-Four
BLAKE
“How are you feeling, sugar?”
Harper’s fixing her makeup in our bathroom, and I brace my hands on the counter on either side of her hips and press my lips to her bare shoulder. She’s in a gorgeous little green sundress that doesn’t have any straps, showing off her toned and tanned shoulders, and fuck if I can keep my hands, or my lips, to myself. She smells amazing, like roses and clean air. I could breathe her in all fucking day.
“I’m nervous,” she admits, meeting my gaze in the mirror. I wrap my arms around her and tug her against me and press my lips to the crown of her head. “I kind of liked having this secret to ourselves for a while. For the most part, anyway.”
Come to find out, when Harper and my sister found out they were pregnant a month ago, Ava claimed Harper’s test as her own to take the focus off my girl and to buy her time.
I was grateful to Ava for protecting Harper, but for the past month, everyone in their friend group thought that Ava was pregnant. The girls didn’t spread the news, but still. Ava finally came over for dinner last night and asked us to set the record straight so she could go to book club without deflecting pregnancy questions.
“It’s time to tell the family,” I remind her, dragging my hands down her sides to her hips. She’s all healed up after the incident at work that left her bruised and beaten, thank fuck. The asshole is serving some time for assault and battery.
“I know,” she replies, leaning back into me, and I’m immediately on fire for her. “I’ve always been so damn attracted to you, but these pregnancy hormones are making me feral, Blake.”
“I can help with that.” Nibbling my way down her shoulder, I gather her skirt in my hands until it’s bunched up around her waist. “We have time.”
“I think we’re already late.”
I grin against her skin and push her panties down her legs, letting them pool at her feet. I brush my fingers through her already sopping wet pussy and growl against her neck.
“Fuck, baby.”
“Told you.” Her breaths are coming faster, and she pushes her ass out, silently begging for more. “I need you to fuck me, okay? Hard.”
“You never need to ask twice. You want my cock, Harper? You want me to fill you up?”
“God, yes.” Her head rolls forward, but I reach around and grip her throat, lifting her chin.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me.”
Her gray orbs flare with need and lust. She loves it when I take control.
“Blake.”
“Mm, yes, baby?” Brushing her hair over her shoulder, my lips wander down her neck, making her shiver. “What do you need? Use your words.”
“I need you.”
“Keep talking.” With one hand, I unbuckle my belt and unfasten my jeans, then work them and my briefs down my hips, letting my hard, weeping cock spring free.
But I don’t slip my dick inside her yet.
First, she gets my fingers, and that has her biting her lip on a moan.
“Tell me,” I demand, my voice hard.
“I need you to make me come. Please.”
“I love it when you beg,” I whisper against the back of her neck, and she shivers again. Her pussy clenches around my fingers before I pull them free and lick them clean, still holding her gaze in the mirror. “Fuck, you’re beautiful.”
“Blake.”
I know what she needs, what she’s asking for.
And I’ll happily give it to her, as often as she wants, for the rest of my goddamn life.
“Please,” she whispers, and that’s all I need.
I lift her left leg, and she rests it on the counter, opening herself to me beautifully. I bend my knees, line my cock up with her dripping opening, and slide inside, making us both moan.
“Yes,” she sobs, pushing back against me. “More.”
“Hard and fast?”
She nods and reaches back to grab my hip.
“Need to touch you.”
Pulling out, I quickly turn her around, boost her up on the counter and sink back inside her. Her hands glide up my chest and into my hair, holding on while I fuck her, my hips moving fast and steady.
“Fucking perfect,” I say against her lips, drinking her in. “Every bit of you was made for me. Only me.”
“Only you.”
My mouth dives for her neck, and she holds me to her as I increase the pace and intensity. I’ll never get enough of her.
This body that I love so much is already changing. Her breasts are fuller, and her stomach is starting to round ever so slightly.
It’s goddamn magic.
“Blake.” She bites my shoulder over my shirt, and her whole body tenses. “I’m right there. Oh God, I’m right there.”
“Fuck yes. I’m with you, baby.” I grind into her, pushing against her sensitive clit, and as her climax rolls through her, she pulls my own out of me.