Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77900 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“We don’t need those. I mean, unless you want to.” My hands move to my belly. “This little peanut helped out with that,” I say, my voice quivering.
Reid tosses the box over his head and climbs onto the bed. “Only you. Only ever you,” he says, before his lips find mine. He settles between my thighs, his hard cock pressing against my pussy. He’s close, but not close enough. I need him inside me.
His kiss is gentle, reverent. It’s as if he has all the time in the world while I’m burning for him. Reaching between us, I grip his length and guide him to where I want him to be.
“You ready, baby?” he asks.
“My body feels like a firework ready to blow,” I admit.
“I read that pregnancy hormones are intense.”
“You could say that, and sleeping next to you with nothing the past couple of weeks, that’s just taking my need to a higher level.”
“You should have told me you needed me.”
“I didn’t know if you’d changed your mind. And today, you were quiet after the appointment. Second thoughts?”
“No. Never. Just… taking it all in. I didn’t want to rush you into anything you weren’t ready for. We have forever,” he says, making my heart melt for him.
“I don’t need time, Reid. I just need you.”
“I’m yours, Bellamy,” he says as he takes over, pushing forward with his hips, finally giving me what I need. “I never want anything between us ever again,” he whispers.
“That’s how we got here.”
He chuckles. “I guess that means we need to make sure we have a house with lots of bedrooms when we start looking.”
I don’t argue with him. He’s convinced this is what we need, and if I’m being honest, the idea of a house with a big yard sounds perfect.
“Less talking, more thrusting,” I tell him, making him laugh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says, still taking his time.
With each forward motion of his hips, there’s a slow withdrawal. My eyes burn because it feels like he’s making love to me. Reid Montgomery is more than I ever could have imagined, and as I find my release and call out his name, I realize he just knocked down another wall around my heart and stole a bigger piece for himself.
Chapter Fourteen
Bellamy
“Is all of this for Camden?” I ask Reid. We’re getting ready to go to Baker’s for Camden’s first birthday party, and there are a lot of gifts sitting next to the front door.
“Yeah.”
“Reid, he’s turning one.” My tone is gentle, but it still says you went overboard. “When did you decide to buy all of this?”
“I know. One’s a big deal, and I shopped online.”
“What are you going to do when he turns sixteen?” I ask him.
“Buy him a truck?” He shrugs.
“You do know his parents will probably be the ones to do that, right?”
“Fine, I’ll give him gas money.”
“I know you love him, but this is—a lot.” I chuckle.
“I know, but the little dude is just so cute, and his mom’s a bitch, so I felt like I needed to get him more. Besides, I’m vying for the favorite uncle title. I can’t let the others beat me.”
“He’s one, Reid. He’s not going to remember who got him what, and to be honest, he’s probably going to like the boxes, bags, and wrapping paper better than any of the gifts.”
“What?” His mouth hangs open. “No, he won’t.”
“We’ll see.” I grin. My boss, Grant Riggins, and his wife, Aurora, often tell me that when the kids were little, they’d have preferred to have everything except the gifts. That’s partly why they started doing experiences as a family instead of lots of gifts. It’s something I hope that Reid and I can do for our baby as well.
“Are you ready?” he asks me.
“I am. I’ll grab a handful of gifts on my way out,” I tease.
“No, ma’am, you will not. No lifting for you.”
“Reid, come on. They’re gift bags with toys inside. It’s not like I’m carrying around fifty pounds in each bag.”
“Humor me, Dream Girl.” He comes to stand next to me and wraps me in his arms. “I’ll start packing these down to my truck.”
“I can help you.”
“Nope,” he says, popping the p.
“Okay, well, have fun with that.” I point to the mound of gifts.
“I was thinking ahead,” he says, before darting down the hall. He comes back holding something I can’t make out until he unfolds it. It’s a wagon, and he grins as he loads up all the gifts.
“When did you get that?” I ask him.
“It was delivered the other day. I figured that when our little one arrives, we could use it too. Although there are really cool ones that have straps for the kids and everything.”
“You’ve been looking at stuff for the baby?”
“Of course, I have. I have a lot to learn,” he says, and tears burn the back of my eyes.