Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92067 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 460(@200wpm)___ 368(@250wpm)___ 307(@300wpm)
“Yeah. He’s a very talented dick,” I answer, my hands going to her hips, stretching around to squeeze her fucking delectable ass.
“Can’t argue with that,” she sighs.
“Can I point out that you still haven’t kissed me?” I grumble.
“I missed you, King,” she whispers against my lips as she leans up and presses them to me.
She opens for me immediately and I don’t waste a second thrusting my tongue into her sweet depths. I use my hold on her ass to lift her up and she wraps her long legs around my body, her arms around my neck and holds me tight. I drink from her mouth until I feel a kick. I pull away from her just a tad to look down at her stomach. I immediately walk my girl to the island and deposit her ass on top of the cheap, gray Formica countertop.
“Jellybean, are you pissed cause I’m loving on your maw?” I purr, going down on my knees. Then I pull Gabby’s shirt up. She leans back and puts her hands down to brace her body. I rub my hand over her stomach. She might be heavily pregnant, but it isn’t lost on me that my woman is delicate. My hand can almost cover her stomach completely. It hits me that Gabby can be as tough as nails. Considering what she’s recovered from and the fact she’s going to bring a child into this world when most would not, is not lost on me. It’s not even that, really. I’d understand completely if she had made a different choice. I’d probably would’ve even encouraged it, knowing the fear and pain she was struggling with. Yet the fact she not only wants to bring this child into the world but also plans to give him or her a good home full of love—something my mother never tried to do for me and could have—hits me in the gut every fucking time. I kiss Gabby’s stomach, letting my fingers stroke along the sides. “Don’t worry, little one, when you get here, I have plenty of loving for you, too. I’ll teach you how to be the perfect little biker princess—”
“Or badass biker,” Gabby inserts. I grin up at her.
“Or badass biker,” I allow.
“Who are you?” she asks, a look on her face I can’t quite decipher.
“What do you mean?”
“You’re the most beautiful man I’ve ever met in my life. You’re bossy, hot, and can be a serious pain in the ass.”
“Gee, don’t hold back, Sunshine,” I mutter drolly.
“You’re also sexy, sweet, gentle, loving, protective, and just plain freaking good all the way to the core.”
“Gabby,” I whisper, finding it hard to speak.
“And for some reason, you want me despite the stupid shit I’ve pulled in my past.”
“Gabby—”
“You’re gung-ho to be the man in my child’s life—a child most men wouldn’t want breathing—let alone sign on to help take care of. Who are you, King?”
“Gabby—”
“And how in the hell can you be real?”
I stare at her a moment, shaking my head. “Are you going to let me talk now?”
“Have at it,” she murmurs.
“I’m also the man who loves you. Did you forget that?”
“I’m kind of having a hard time believing that important tidbit,” she whispers.
“What’s a man got to do to prove it to you?” I ask, watching her closely.
“You’re kind of already doing it. It’s just freaking me out,” she admits.
“You should probably brace, Sunshine, because I plan on giving you a lot more.”
“You should probably know you’re making me fall deeply in love with you, and history has shown that’s never been a good thing for the man in question.”
“You weren’t dealing with a man then, Gabby. You are now.”
She nods. “I’m starting to see that.”
“Good. Now, before we have to leave and I have to go tell Diesel and the boys I’m not joining up, I want you to lift up so I can pull those damn shorts from your body and eat your sweet pussy.”
“I … you … you’re going to—”
“I’m going to eat you out until you come all over my face,” I growl, already eager for the taste of her on my tongue.
“You haven’t done that before,” she points out something we both know.
“I’ve been going slow with you. I think we turned that corner last night. You disagree?”
“No, I think we turned a corner,” she says, licking her lips.
“Good, now lift and give your man a taste of your sweet.”
She blows out a breath and nods. I can see she’s nervous, so I make sure to look directly at her, giving her what reassurance I can. “Keep your eyes on me, Gabby. You feel the fear slithering in and need to call a halt, then you do that. We’ll go at your pace on all things. You get me?”
She smiles a wobbly smile at me. “I get you, King.”