Total pages in book: 103
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98469 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 492(@200wpm)___ 394(@250wpm)___ 328(@300wpm)
But I meant what I said—I’m going to give her and our son everything they could ever want. For the first time, I want something more than success—I want a family. And I want it with Peyton.
The car pulls through the gate and rounds the drive, stopping in front of the door. Fernando opens the door, and I slide out with Peyton still in my arms.
I spot Martha sitting in the kitchen, playing solitaire, and she smiles warmly at me.
“Damien hasn’t woken up. He’s such an angel.” She eyes Peyton in my arms. “They both are.”
“Thank you. You can go now,” I tell her, carrying Peyton upstairs.
When I get to my room, I set her on my bed and start getting her undressed. I put one heel on the floor and start to take off the other when she opens her eyes and glances around in confusion.
“We’re home,” she says, sitting up.
I chuckle. “Yes, you fell asleep in the car.”
“I’m in the wrong room.”
She starts to move her feet, preparing to get off my bed, but I grip her ankle, halting her in place.
“I meant what I said,” I tell her, dropping the other heel onto the floor and running my hand up her bare calf and thigh. “You’re mine, and you belong right here with me. This isn’t only my room anymore … it’s ours.”
I spread her legs, and the bottom of her dress rises, exposing her bare cunt, thanks to me ripping her underwear earlier. I run my finger down her slit over the material, and she breathes out a soft moan.
I glance up and find her looking at me, her eyes half lidded, filled with a mixture of sleepiness and lust. I should let her get some sleep, but I can’t get enough of her.
“Tell me you’re mine,” I say to her, needing to hear her say it again.
I’m like a drug addict, craving my fix.
I crave her touch, her smell, her words.
I have to know she’s mine.
“Dominick,” she whispers, “I … I don’t know if I can be who you need me to be. I want to be. I feel this”—her hand comes up and presses against my chest, right above my heart—“the chemistry between us. I’ve felt it since the moment we met. But we’re so different, and I don’t know if I can accept this life.”
Fuck, her honesty kills me. Most women would tell me what I want to hear. But not Peyton. She gives it to me straight every single time.
“You’re mine,” I tell her, crawling up her body so our faces are only inches apart. “You and Damien are mine.”
I caress her lips with mine, and after a few seconds, she kisses me back. She tastes like the perfect mix of liquor and something that is just Peyton.
“You’re mine,” I repeat, licking across the seam of her sweet lips.
“I want to try,” she murmurs against my mouth. “But I can’t make any promises.”
I capture her mouth with mine and deepen the kiss. It’s not the answer I want to hear, but it’s a start. I didn’t get to where I am without determination and devotion. And I have both when it comes to her.
Peyton tugs at my jacket, wanting it off, so I reluctantly climb off the bed so I can get undressed. As I unbutton my dress shirt and drop it to the floor, she removes her dress and bra, her heavy tits falling like beautiful raindrops, leaving her completely naked. I notice the tiger stripes along her lower belly, knowing they’re from carrying our son, and my heart clenches. She was beautiful over four years ago, but now, she’s downright gorgeous.
As I kick off my shoes and reach down to remove my socks, I catch her watching me, and she isn’t wrong—the chemistry between us is hot as fuck.
But she wants more than sex in a club. She wants a relationship, a partner to have a family with. She wants what her mom wanted, but her father wasn’t capable of giving it to her. And I want to be the one to give her everything she wants. The thought of another man giving her anything has me seeing red, and I know that I’ll never be able to let her go. I’ll kill any man who touches her, and the only way to prevent that from happening is to ensure she never leaves me.
When I’m down to only my briefs, I reach for them, but before I can take them off, Peyton pops up and grasps them first. With her body flush against mine, she kisses me slowly and deeply as she slides my briefs down my thighs, then fists my cock in her delicate hand.
She strokes it up and down while we kiss, and it takes everything in me not to toss her onto her back and fuck her into tomorrow. Instead, I enjoy her touch, letting her control the situation.