Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90951 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 455(@200wpm)___ 364(@250wpm)___ 303(@300wpm)
“Me, too. But not tonight,” I say, fighting the urge to take her harder, deeper. To give in to the wildfire that’s always just beneath the surface when our clothes come off. “We need to rein it in until the baby comes.”
“Then you’ll fuck me like an animal?” she asks sweetly. The contrast between her filthy mind and that honeyed voice is almost enough to make me forget about control. To forget everything except how much I love fucking this woman.
How much I love her. Period.
“Yes, baby.” I drive into her as deep as I dare, heavy thrusts that bury me to the hilt and summon sharp gasps from her lungs. “Anything you want. Everything you want. Love you so fucking much, Bea.”
“Love you, too,” she pants, pushing back into me as much as she’s able with the baby limiting her range of motion.
The baby.
Our baby.
Bean is really ours now.
I reach around Bea, letting my palm rest on the dome of her belly as I continue to move, my heart overflowing. Her stomach is even tighter than usual, harder. Probably from all the orgasms. From how much I’m making my girl come for me.
Come until she’s so wet, my cock is soaked.
Come until she’s so sensitive, she gasps as my fingers brush her clit, “Again, I’m about to come again.”
“Yes. Yes, come for me again,” I chant as I grip her hip for leverage. I give her everything, every thrust a promise, every groan a confession that she’s ruined me for anyone else.
“Now, now,” she cries out, her fingers digging into my thigh again, this time hard enough to sting. “Archer, oh my—”
Her words cut off with a strangled sound as she goes rigid against me, her pussy clamping down on my cock in violent waves.
The clutch and squeeze is the match that lights the fuse. I follow her over, black spots blooming at the edge of my vision as I bury myself deep. With my forehead pressed to the back of her neck, I pour everything I have into her, filling her with thick jets so powerful my entire body shakes from the force of it.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had.
The most intense lovemaking I’ve ever been a part of.
Then, beneath my palm, just as we’re catching our breath, Bean does a slow, sleepy roll.
My heart skips a beat. I start to pull away, but Beatrice covers my hand with hers. “It’s okay. Stay. Feel her.”
I swallow, wonder filling my chest as Bean shifts again, and what feels like a tiny heel shoves against my palm. “Is that her…foot?”
“Maybe.” Beatrice hums in amusement, her fingers threading between mine. “Or an elbow maybe? She’s getting so wadded up in there, it’s hard to tell.”
“And it really doesn’t hurt her?” I ask again, just to be one thousand percent sure.
“No, not at all,” Bea says. “I think it relaxes her, actually. She always seems more chill after I…you know.”
“I do know,” I say, smiling. “But it’s cute that you’re being shy about saying ‘come’ when you just begged me to fuck you like an animal.”
She giggles as she turns over her shoulder, shifting forward on the mattress until our eyes meet. “I did not! I didn’t beg.” She sniffs, lifting her chin primly before she adds, “I very nicely asked that you fit some animalistic fucking of your girlfriend into your schedule once I’ve recovered from childbirth. That’s all.”
Girlfriend…
The way my blood pressure reacts to that word would make half the team roll their eyes. Or vomit.
Maybe both.
But I don’t care. The people who matter—Parker, Grammercy, Jean-Louis, Dean, and a handful of others—would get it. They know what it’s like to love like this, like it’s the only thing that’s real.
The only thing that matters.
“Once my girlfriend is ready for animalistic, I’ll turn my world upside down to make sure she gets the fucking she deserves,” I promise, kissing Bea’s cheek. “And I’ll tell her how much I love her. And how proud I am of her. And what a beautiful baby she made.”
Bea’s fingers tighten on mine. “What if she’s not beautiful? What if our features combine to make a baby that looks like Charlie Brown?”
I arch a brow. “Charlie Brown?”
“I could see a world where Charlie Brown is a possibility,” she says, her gaze tracking critically over my face. “My nose and your forehead? My chin and your mouth? My aunt Cathy’s beady eyes?”
I smile wider. “That’s not very nice. I bet Aunt Cathy has lovely eyes.”
“That’s a bet you would lose. And Aunt Cathy is an insufferable gossip who has zero respect for my privacy, so it’s okay to judge her beady eyes.”
“Valid,” I agree. “But, of course.”
Her brows lift. “Of course, what?”
“Of course I’ll adore Bean. Love her. Be proud of her. Even if she looks like Charlie Brown on his worst day, she’ll still be our beautiful girl.”