Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 89012 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 445(@200wpm)___ 356(@250wpm)___ 297(@300wpm)
Ashley is curled up next to me, her arm draped over my chest. Her cheek is pressed against my shoulder as we plan for the future. Our future.
“When do you want to get married?” I ask her.
I feel her grin against me. “Friday sound good?”
“You can’t have the wedding of your dreams planned by Friday, Wondergirl.”
“I don’t need it.”
I move until she’s looking up at me. “I want you to have it.”
“It’s not necessary, Mad.”
She sits up, my sheets pooling around her waist. Her bra covers her breasts only because I was too eager to get inside her once we got through the door.
There’ll be time for those later.
Like immediately after this conversation.
I stroke my finger up and down her arm. “You’ve wanted a big wedding forever. You should have one.”
“I should have what I’ve always wanted—you.” I wink at him. “Honestly, Maddox. I just want to be your wife. I don’t need pageantry or a fancy venue. I just want to marry you.”
Huh. “Okay. Friday it is. And you’re sure you want to live here? You’re okay with it?”
“Absolutely.”
“Just repeating, you know Banks lives next door.”
She laughs. “Yes. I expect to see a lot of your brother.”
“They all live on this road.”
“Okay, plural.” She practically glows. “If something doesn’t work out, we can deal with it then.”
“We can go deep ditching.”
She giggles and leans down to kiss me. “I do have one thing, though.”
“What’s that?”
She climbs on top of me. With one knee on either side of my body, she sits up.
I hold her waist and look up at her like a dork. She’s a poster girl, a centerfold—a fucking dream. And she’s pinned me to my bed and looking at me like she wants to devour me.
Yes. Fucking. Please.
She moves her hips in a slow circle, grinding against my cock. “It might be more than one.”
“Fine.”
Her heat covers my cock as she slides back and forth.
“Maybe three,” she says.
“Fine.”
“Actually, odd numbers are bad. Four.”
“Fine.” I’ve always known that Ashley wanted a big family. Knowing that I get to help her create that? Fuck, that turns me on more than I ever thought possible.
I want everything with her. She is my everything.
My fingertips bite into her hips, gripping her flesh like it’s my lifeline.
“Remember when we were talking about books?” she says.
“Yup.”
“And I mentioned erotica?”
My cock throbs. “Do you want to be choked?”
She grins. “Maybe. But I was thinking of something else.”
“Spit it out because all I can think about right now is coming in your pussy.”
Her eyes flare. “Perfect. I was thinking maybe you could do that. Come deep inside me. Put a—”
I capture her kiss and the rest of her words.
I told her that I would give her anything she wants. Who am I to deny this?
She grips my cock and slides down on it with a hiss. Then she stills and watches me.
“I love you, Maddox. Thanks for being my fling.”
“I love you, Ash. Thanks for being my forever.”
EPILOGUE
Ashley
A few days later
The Carmichaels buzz around me. It’s all chaos and noise and energy. I wonder if it’s always like this.
Damaris and Kix are in the kitchen. Damaris organizes the pizza boxes on the counter, batting away her sons’ hands every six seconds. Kix, who is supposed to be helping her, has gotten sidetracked by Foxx at the sink.
Banks, who looks especially shimmery, sits beside me, arguing with Moss about privacy. Moss’s girlfriend, Brooke, just left to pick up her grandmother. Damaris made it clear that my mom is invited to every Sunday dinner, too, and I told her that she would be here next week. She had a date. Her third this week. Thanks, Sara.
Apparently, family meals mean anyone who is loosely considered family can come. I love that about these people.
Jess stands beside his mother, giving her hell about having pizza on a Sunday. She spars back with him, standing her ground. He looks up at me and winks.
“You okay?” Maddox whispers from behind me. “This can be a lot.”
I turn my head to see him. “It’s great.”
“And now I can’t just go to Maddox’s,” Banks says, playfully glaring at me. “He kicked me out for her.”
“I think he kicked you out before that,” Moss says. “You just didn’t listen.”
“Yeah, Sparkly,” Jess says. “You didn’t listen.”
Banks glares at him, making everyone laugh. Everyone except for Foxx. He just looks at them like they’re children.
“Hey,” Maddox says, trying to get everyone’s attention. “Hey!”
Everyone turns to look at him.
“Yes, Maddox. You can have the floor,” Jess says.
“I would like to make an announcement,” Maddox says, standing behind me. He laces his fingers through mine and puts his other hand on my shoulder. “What are you guys doing on Friday?”
Damaris looks suspicious … and cautiously hopeful. “Why?”
I think I might burst. Each of the Carmichaels looks at me with smug grins—like they know. Like they expected it. Like they wanted it.