Total pages in book: 22
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 20118 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 101(@200wpm)___ 80(@250wpm)___ 67(@300wpm)
My whole world in two bodies—soon to be three.
The employees call Katie “miss,” which has nothing to do with fear and everything to do with respect. She moves around the garage with a quiet authority, soft-spoken but brilliant and efficient. Every customer sees the rock on her finger, the child in tow, and knows she’s mine. Men can look all they want—I don’t blame them—but at the end of the day, she’s coming home with me.
We spread our lunch out front on the picnic table I built. Katie’s head finds my shoulder as Shelly digs into her mini-carrots. My hand slides over Katie’s belly, feeling the slight kick of our future son.
“You’re even sexier when you’re pregnant,” I whisper, soft enough that Shelly doesn’t hear.
“Don’t get me started,” she warns, pinching me on the bicep. A smile creeps over my lips. She’s right. If the two of us get going, there’s no keeping our hands off each other. And we’ve got work to do today, and a kid to watch.
“Daddy!” Shelly’s voice pierces the air. I look up and discover that somehow, in the brief seconds we took our eyes off her, she ran inside and found a grease gun. Katie groans, but I’m already laughing as I scoop her up into my arms.
“You put that down, sweetheart,” I tell her, taking the tool gently from her. “That’s not a toy.”
Evening falls, and we close up the shop and climb the stairs to our apartment as shadows lengthen on the lawn. We’ve expanded now, knocked down walls and made room for our growing family. Once our son arrives and we’re stable, Katie and I have talked about potentially finding a home with a back porch and a garage. Hard to imagine for either of us, but both of us dream, and so far, those dreams have become reality.
Katie puts Shelly to bed, then comes into the bedroom as I’m stepping out of the shower, washing off the smells of the day. My eyes stay glued to her ripe figure as she walks over to me, her hips swaying with such raw femininity.
“You’re gorgeous,” I tell her. “My wife.”
Her tired eyes sparkle as I pull her into my arms and draw her as close as possible. Breathing deeply, I nuzzle my nose into her hair, running my hands over her soft body. I growl as I find the cleft where her ass meets her thighs—the same cleft that I used to watch when she wore my T-shirt back in the trailer. “Mine.”
“Yours,” she whispers.
I’m hard in an instant as I massage her delicate flesh—soft but firm and fertile. She’s not wearing panties. She knows I want to be able to take her whenever the urge hits me. It may not be easy with Shelly causing chaos everywhere, but we manage.
I snatch her roughly and bend her over the bed, lifting up the hem of her dress to expose the pretty pink peach of her pussy framed by the sweet curves of her ass. My tongue finds her slit, teasing her before I work my way up to her clit and apply pressure. All it takes is a few strokes and she’s burying her face in the sheets to mask her moans as she comes against my face.
Before she has a chance to recover, I’m inside her, pumping hot and heavy. My hands follow the lines of her pregnant belly like I’m holding on to a piece of our future.
Katie reaches back between her legs and caresses my balls with her fingertips, knowing what it does to me. And within seconds, I’m burying my length inside her and erupting, filling her with the second load I’ve given her today.
“Yes, Daddy,” she whimpers. “God, it’s so hot when you fill me up.”
We roll over and spoon, catching our breath as I hold her belly like a precious treasure. “I feel so huge,” she murmurs.
“You’re perfect,” I tell her. We talk about names, still unable to decide on one. But I’m not bothered. I know when it truly comes down to it, we’ll pick something, and we’ll both love it.
I stare down at her as she closes her eyes and think back on our history together. Three years ago, I thought being in love meant learning to let go. Now I understand it means holding on tighter every day, being a protector, building something that can bear the weight of our family forever.
A customer said we’re the picture of small-town success. I thanked him, but he doesn’t know he’s looking at a miracle—a girl who escaped her terrible mother and a man who fought for years for something to call his own.
I gave Katie her freedom, and she came back to me. She gave me a family.
The night deepens, and Katie and I grow closer to sleep. “Do you regret it?” she quietly asks.