Total pages in book: 142
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134073 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 670(@200wpm)___ 536(@250wpm)___ 447(@300wpm)
“This way, m’lord,” the woman says as she leads me to the other side.
Standing there in front of a row of mirrors is my girl, and I’m stunned at how beautiful she looks. She’s gorgeous in a sweatshirt and leggings, but seeing her in a pale blue maiden’s dress with flowers in her braid makes her look breathtaking.
“Oh my god, you look like Westley from The Princess Bride,” she laughs as she comes over and kisses me. “Except bigger and more intimidating.”
It shocks me, not because of what she says but because it feels so natural and perfect. Like we’ve joked together all our lives and I’ve kissed her a thousand times. There’s nothing new and awkward, yet when I feel her against me I’m alive for the first time in my life. I kiss her back and then I stand there looking her over and smiling. When was the last time my heart felt so full? Has it ever?
“You look like Buttercup on her wedding day.”
“Let’s storm the castle.”
I shake my head as we say goodbye to the older couple and walk out into the village. The fair is in full swing with people at the blacksmith watching someone make a sword, and a booth right beside it for making candles. There are jugglers and people singing and even a jester on stilts.
“Oh, they have face painting.” Brooklyn points to the children in line waiting their turn.
“Do you want to do that?” I squeeze her hand and she shakes her head.
“No, but my kids would love it.”
She tells me about her students and I watch her light up. She’s so proud of them and it’s as if they are partly hers. I guess with the amount of time she spends with them, she feels that way, and I can understand her connection to them.
“I never really wanted kids,” I admit, and she looks up at me.
“Really, why?”
“I was afraid I wouldn’t be a good dad.”
She reaches up and touches my chin as she shakes her head. “I think everyone has that fear. But the way you said it made it sound like you used to feel that way. Do you still feel the same?”
“No, not anymore.”
“You’ve had a change of heart?” She cocks her head to the side.
“Something like that.” I lean down and kiss her as I slide my hands around her waist.
“Is that your axe or are you happy to see me?”
I laugh as I press my erection into her belly and squeeze her close. “Oh, I’m very happy to see you.”
Her eyes widen and then her cheeks blush as I kiss her once again. The sound of cheering nearby reminds me we aren’t alone and I force myself to release her. I see a few men at the tavern hold up goblets of ale and shout “huzzah” as we pass.
We walk around and look at all the different things being made and we decide to get a turkey leg to share. Watching Brooklyn walk around holding a giant leg of meat as she talks excitedly about everything she sees makes this whole day perfect.
After a few hours of eating and then watching the joust, we make our way to the axe throwing area.
“I’ve always wanted to try that,” Brooklyn says as we move through the crowd.
“Really?” I’m surprised, but then again, I can see her being a little competitive. Especially after witnessing how she cheered at the joust for the red knight to kill the green one.
“This is going to sound crazy, but I always thought I’d be really good at it.” When I laugh, she holds up her hand. “I know, I know, but I’m serious. I’ve never done it before, but I have this feeling like I could dominate.”
“Okay, let’s do it.”
“What do you mean?” Suddenly she’s looking at me like I’m the crazy one.
“When have you ever had the chance to prove this theory? Come on, Buttercup. Let’s get you an axe.”
I grab her hand and we weave through the people watching. I can hear a few protests from her, but not enough to actually make me stop. I don’t know why I have this pressing urge to make all of her dreams come true, but damn it, I’m going to do it.
When I get to the fenced-off area I see a guy in the corner keeping score.
“Hey, my lady wants to throw,” I tell the guy, and he looks at me and then at Brooklyn.
“Does she know how?”
“N—”
“Yes,” I say over Brooklyn’s protest. “And I’ve got a thousand dollars that says she beats your best guy.”
“Dash!” I feel Brooklyn tug on my arm, but when I don’t turn around she tries again. “Dash,” she hisses, but I just wink at her.
“It’s okay. You got this.”
“Let me check with the boys, but we’ll take that bet,” the guy says as he opens the ropes for us. “Right this way.”