Total pages in book: 87
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 83612 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 418(@200wpm)___ 334(@250wpm)___ 279(@300wpm)
“Yes,” she says breathily, arching her back as I pick up my pace, moving inside her. “Wi—” she starts, but a loud moan takes over.
“Shh, you have to be quiet for me. We can’t wake up Mia, or this stops,” I remind her. She answers by pulling me into a kiss and forcing her tongue past my lips.
“So good,” she says against my lips, her legs lifting higher as she locks her ankles, as if she’s afraid I might stop.
I don’t ever want to stop.
Adjusting my position, I slide my hands beneath her and cup her ass, lifting her up so that I can continue thrusting my hips. “Fuck,” I groan. “Your pussy is going crazy. Are you going to come for me, Mandy? Are you going to come all over this cock?” I ask her, feeling as though my soul has left my body. Sex has never felt this good. Ever.
I thrust harder, faster, and I feel it the moment she lets go. Amanda slaps her hand over her mouth as she cries out, soaking my cock with her release.
“Fuck yes,” I groan. I still and spill inside her. Keeping my hands braced on the bed, holding my weight, I lean in close and kiss her. Just a quick peck, before I slide out slowly and climb off the bed. In the bathroom, I clean up before bringing her a warm, wet cloth. “Open, baby,” I whisper.
Her eyes widen. “You don’t have to do that.”
“What? Take care of you? I don’t have to. I want to. Open these sexy legs for me, Mandy.” She does as I ask, and my cock stiffens, but I ignore it while I clean her up, tossing the cloth into the bathroom and climbing into bed next to her. “Come here,” I say, pulling her into my arms. “Let’s sleep while she does.”
“I don’t know how long—” she starts, but I kiss her to quiet her words.
“I don’t care if it’s sixty seconds. Just let me hold you like this.”
She smiles and snuggles into my chest.
“Will?”
“Yeah, baby?”
“I’m scared.”
I already know, because I feel that same fear, but I ask her anyway. “Scared of what?”
“Losing you. Losing her. Hell, losing all of them.”
“That won’t happen,” I say, sounding more confident than I feel. “We’ll make them understand that we tried to fight this, but what we have, our connection, is too strong. It might take her some time to get used to the idea, to get past the hurt of us not telling her right away, but my daughter is a good person, and I know she wants us both to be happy. We found that in each other. It’s all going to be all right, but we need to tell her, Mandy.”
“I know. We will,” she says.
I fought so hard for my relationship with Bellamy, and I don’t want to lose that, but this love that I have for Amanda is the biggest thing I’ve ever felt. It’s different than a father’s love. She owns me, and her daughter… well, I love her as much as I love Bellamy and Coral.
I love all of them. There has to be a way that I can keep them all. If not, I’ll definitely lose a part of me, as well. We have to make her see that we’re perfect for each other.
That’s my last thought before drifting off to sleep.
“All right, Miss Mia, now that your belly is full and we got your bottom changed, I have something for you,” I tell her as she toddles my way. Her little legs are still a little wobbly, but she’s walking everywhere.
“You already got her a gift,” Amanda tells me.
“Can a man not spoil his girls?” I ask her, and the smile she gives me lights a fire inside my veins. “Come on, Momma. It’s downstairs.” I scoop Mia into my arms and offer Amanda my hand as I lead them down to my finished basement. “I thought down here would be better in case I got any visitors,” I explain as we clear the last step, and I hit the light switch.
The lighting gives off a soft glow, and Amanda gasps, which also has Mia mocking her and doing the same thing. It’s so damn cute, I can’t help but laugh.
“Happy birthday, Little Miss.” I kiss Mia’s cheek, then carry her into the room. I’ve got a high chair decorated with balloons with the same princess theme from her other party. Amanda sent me a picture one night, showing me. That’s when I decided I needed to have my own little party for Mia, since I knew Amanda’s invitation to me would have been awkward.
“You even got the crown?” Amanda asks. “What are all these?” She points to a small pile of gifts.
“You can’t have a birthday party without gifts,” I tell her.