Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77827 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 389(@200wpm)___ 311(@250wpm)___ 259(@300wpm)
“Does that answer your question?” I laugh. “I meant every word, Baylor.”
“So, you can just pull out, right? I need you,” she says, rocking her hips.
“And if you get pregnant? The pull-and-pray method is not that reliable,” I remind her.
“You tell me.”
“I’ll be there every day. You won’t do it alone.” What I want to tell her is that we can go to the courthouse and make this official once we’re done, and then she’ll be my wife. Instead of the pull-and-pray method, we’ll start trying to start our family, but I don’t want to scare her away.
Her gaze is locked on mine, and I can tell the instant she makes her decision. “Okay.”
“Okay?”
She nods. “Show me how it’s done, cowboy.” She smiles, and I swear, every cell in my body lights with a blazing intensity I’ve never felt before.
“This is a first for me,” I confess.
“Me, too,” she whispers. I raise my brow in question. “He never—” she starts, but I shake my head.
“Doesn’t matter. This is something we’ll always share. A moment no one can take from us.”
“Ours.” She shoots me a beautiful, heartwarming smile.
“Ours,” I agree as I reach between us, line myself up, and thrust forward. She moans, and I take a minute to breathe. “Fuck, Bay,” I say, my voice shaking. My hands tremble, but I grip her thighs tighter and adjust my stance because my knees feel weak.
“Mac?”
I realize my eyes have been closed, and when I open them, she’s there, my sweet Baylor, and in her eyes is a reflection of everything I’m feeling.
“I want you to need me, Baylor, because this moment, it’s changed me. Being inside you with nothing between us, I’ll never be the same. I—” I stop there because I almost told her that I’m in love with her.
I know that there’s a lot we still have to learn about who we are now, as adults, but I know enough. She’s everything, and this is a moment I’ll never forget.
“Kiss me,” she demands, and I do. I kiss her as my hips rock, and I push in and out of her. I want to take my time, but she feels too good, and it’s been too damn long. Her fingers are buried in my hair, and her tongue meets mine stroke for stroke. She rocks her hips with each thrust, and we settle into a rhythm.
“Mac—” She moans my name, and her pussy goes wild.
“I feel you, baby. I feel that pussy squeezing my cock. Are you going to come for me?”
It’s as if my words set her off. She cries out my name, and I grit my teeth and stop moving while her pussy convulses around my cock, and just before I blow, I start to pull out, but she stops me.
“No.”
I freeze, her big blue eyes find mine, and what I see just about brings me to my knees. She’s in this. She doesn’t need to say it. Her eyes tell me everything. “No?” I ask, my control slipping by the second.
“Just this once. I want to feel you come inside me.”
“Fuck,” I croak, my cock begging for release. “It only takes once, Baylor.”
“I know,” she whispers, and that’s good enough for me. I pump into her once, twice, three times, before I call out her name and release everything that’s been building up for her over the years. I’ve never come this hard in my entire life. My vision blurs, my heart hammers painfully, and three little words threaten to fall from my lips. The idea that this moment is where we start a family settles inside me, like a seed I want to water and cultivate, to watch it grow.
She’s everything I’ve ever wanted.
I hug her tightly to my chest, my face buried in her neck, and I just breathe her in. She’s here. She’s in my arms. She’s mine.
Baylor Moran is mine.
“This changes things,” I tell her.
“I know. I just… need you to be patient with me. My head and my heart have been at war lately.”
“I’m not going anywhere, baby,” I tell her, and I mean it. This is all I’ve ever wanted, and I don’t care if things get tough. If I have to remind her every single day that I’m still right where I want to be, I’ll do it. “Bay?”
“Yeah?” she asks, and I lift my head so that I can see those baby blues.
“This is where you stop trying not to need me.” I wink at her.
“You might regret those words,” she teases.
“Never, Baylor. I’ll never have a single regret where you’re concerned.”
She smiles, and I feel that smile in my chest as it wraps itself around my heart. I know she’s still struggling, but she’s giving me a chance, letting me in, and the rest is up to me.