Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46198 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 231(@200wpm)___ 185(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
“They’re sensitive now.”
“Want me to kiss them better?”
“Yes,” I whisper.
Trent moves from behind me and repositions me so my back is against a stack of pillows. He gets on the mattress in front of me, slowly stripping off my yoga pants with a seductive look in his eyes. His mouth hovers over my panties, the heat from his breath driving me wild.
I run my hand through his messy blond hair. “Trent, please. My hormones are crazy right now.”
He smirks. “I love your pregnancy hormones.”
Trent kisses my thighs, his touch featherlight as he makes his way up to my stomach. I peel off my shirt and bra in a hurry. He kisses my breasts before sucking my nipples into his mouth. I scream when he tugs on the hard bud that swells in his mouth.
“Take off your clothes,” I order.
His lips brush mine, and he sucks on my bottom lip.
“No foreplay?”
I shake my head. “Not tonight.”
He slips his shirt over his head and throws it onto the floor. Track pants hang low from his narrow hips, revealing his perfectly toned abs. I watch as he pushes his pants and boxers over his hips, and his hard cock springs free.
His blue eyes illuminate as he inches inside me, even more careful now that I’m pregnant. He rubs my cheek with the pad of his thumb and smiles. With our bodies joined, we become one, our hips moving in unison.
By the time we both come, we’re a tangled mess of limbs, our skin slick with sweat. Trent kisses my stomach and lips before rolling onto the mattress beside me.
He curls his arm around me, hugging me against his chest. “I think we should decorate the twins’ room this week.”
“What color should we paint the walls? Blue and pink are out of the question.”
“Neutral colors, I guess. Like gray, white, and maybe turquoise.” I give him a surprised look, and he adds, “I looked it up online after your appointment. Gender-neutral rooms are pretty common.”
I cup the side of his face with my hand. “You’ll be a good father, Trent.”
He grins. “You think so?”
I nod. “You’ve been so good with everything. The doctor’s appointments, the late-night ice cream runs, and even my mood swings. I was so scared initially, but you’ve made this easier on me.”
“I’m doing everything I can,” he says against my hair. “I want the best for you and our babies. I had a good childhood and life, and I want that for all of you.”
“I love you,” I whisper.
He dips down to kiss my lips. “Love you, too, baby.”
No matter how often I hear those words from Trent, it still feels as good as the first time.
“Have you thought of names?”
“All men in my family have names that start with T.”
“If we’re sticking with T’s, I like the name Thea.”
“Thea,” he mutters. “I like it. And for the boy, how about Theo?”
“Theodore. Like one of the chipmunks.” I smile. “Alvin, Simon, Theodore,” I sing.
Trent laughs. “Tuck and I loved Alvin and the Chipmunks when we were kids.”
“Thea and Theo,” I say aloud to see how they sound together. “What do you think, Daddy?”
A smile tugs at Trent’s mouth. “Perfect.”
Chapter Thirty-Two
Jemma
A chill runs down my arms, causing my teeth to chatter. Even after months of watching Trent play hockey, I still haven’t gotten used to the cold. With two lives growing inside me, I’m always hot, but not when I’m this close to the ice.
My stomach is expanding by the day, along with my breasts. Every part of me feels slightly larger or swollen. Take your pick. I’m having twins, and I’m not prepared for two babies.
Sitting on the bench next to Bex, Taylor, and Shannon, I’ve never been more physically uncomfortable. Some days walking feels like a chore, and with how big my stomach is now, my boobs practically sit on top of it. I couldn’t feel more unattractive.
Trent skates to the Plexiglas before me and flattens his gloved hand against it. He smiles, and I no longer have a care in the world. He makes me feel like our babies, and I are the center of his universe. Every day, I feel worshiped and adored by him. And every day, I consider myself lucky to have him in my life.
He removes his mouthguard and says, “I love you.”
I mouth the words. He gives me one of his boyish smirks and a quick wink before taking off the ice toward his teammates in the opposite direction.
The game hasn’t started yet. As students find their seats, a sea of navy and white jerseys surrounds us.
Taylor taps me on the arm to gain my attention. “You guys are so cute together. I still can’t believe you two are having twins.”
“I know,” I confess. “It was unexpected.”
None of this feels real. I haven’t come to terms with my life changing. I came to Strickland University because I was running away from commitment and what I saw as the end of my former life, only to find something I had least expected with Trent. They say the right person can change your mind and make you want things you never knew you desired or needed. That’s how I feel when I’m with Trent. I want it all with him.