Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68249 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 341(@200wpm)___ 273(@250wpm)___ 227(@300wpm)
“Took you long enough,” I said.
“What happens now?” Riley asked, no restrained fear in her tone for the first time since I’d met her.
“Now?” I kissed her eyes one at a time. “Now, we order takeout, eat, sleep, and start the rest of our lives. Sound good to you?”
Epilogue
Riley
“It’s only been four months,” I groaned, standing outside my daughter’s bedroom, hand on the brass doorknob and my insides twisting and turning at the mere suggestion that I had to leave her tonight.
This dinner, just Jax and I, had been planned two weeks ago, and I’d agreed to it then, partly because I’d been at the end of my tether with the breastfeeding and sleep schedule. Now that it came down to it, however, I didn’t want to leave Emmy behind.
“We could take her with us to the restaurant,” I said and opened the door a little wider.
I peered into the bedroom, at her crib and the turning night-light mobile above it. Moonlight slanted through the curtains and lay across her mattress and fitted sheet. Emmy, my sweetheart, lay swaddled in her receiving blanket, chubby and quiet for once. She’d smiled at us for the first time the other day.
“Gorgeous,” Jax said, and drew me into his arms. “We’ve been wanting to do this for a while. You know Emmy will be perfectly safe with her aunt. You need to let her go for one night, so you can recharge your batteries.”
“But what if—I don’t know, what if something happens?” Anxiety bubbled in my chest, and images of horrible things crept into my mind—I’d struggled a lot with the baby blues after Emmy’s birth, and those thoughts popped up more often nowadays.
“Have I ever let you down?” Jax asked. “Have I ever lied to you?”
“No,” I answered, immediately.
“I swear to you, everything will be fine.” He kissed my forehead, and I released my grip on the door handle. “Did I mention you look beautiful tonight?”
I’d chosen a red cocktail dress which was a size larger than I would’ve worn before the pregnancy. It clung to my curves, and I’d done my best not to judge myself too harshly when I’d put it on this evening.
“Because you do,” Jax continued. “Stunning. Good enough to eat.” He grabbed a handful of my ass and squeezed.
“That’s because I’m wearing Spanx up to here,” I said, and snapped the panty line which was right under my waist. “And a push-up bra.”
“You’d look even better without all of this.” Jax kissed my cheek and exhaled into my ear—he knew it drove me crazy. “In fact, maybe we should grab a hotel tonight instead of coming home. I’d love to make you scream my name again, instead of just moaning it quietly.”
I swayed on the spot. We’d barely made time for us over the past four months.
The studio had consumed Jax’s time, as he helped me prepare it and vet dance instructors for when it would open again, and the baby had kept me busy, breastfeeding and burping, diaper changes, and all the stuff in between.
Through it all, Jax had been my hero. He’d dried my tears when the baby blues had hit, he’d helped me figure out the electronic breast pump, and he’d changed diapers when necessary. It was amazing, witnessing this strong, sturdy man who took no shit literally clean it up for his daughter.
God, he’d never been sexier. And we’d never had less time to get sexy.
“Or,” Jax purred and ran his fingers down the side of my face. “Or, I could take you to the bedroom right now, lay you down and eat your sweet little pussy until you come for me.”
I leaned into him, losing strength in my legs. I’d always been putty in his arms. It was worse now, or better. I grasped his lapels and tugged on them. He was smart in his loose suit jacket, a buttoned shirt opened at the top, granting me a view of those tattoos.
Underneath the shirt, right over his heart, were two names. Riley and Emmy. He’d inked them on his skin after her birth.
“Jax,” I whispered.
“That’s right, baby. You’ll moan my name. I’ll make you shake again, drip for me. I’ll make you want another child,” he growled, low.
I clenched tight downstairs, throbbing hot, already.
Jax pinched my chin then smashed his lips into mine, licked them and sucked them, moved onto my tongue. He claimed me as his each time we kissed, and now wasn’t any different. I still loved him, and he still loved me, and we belonged together.
He walked me backward toward the entrance to our room, all my inhibitions falling away under the lemony scent of his cologne, the power of his grip. “Can’t wait to taste your sweet cum again,” he whispered.
We reached the doorway before he dropped to his knees and rolled my dress up. He tore my Spanx down and lifted one leg over his shoulder and buried his face in my pussy. He slurped on my lips, drove his tongue into my tunnel, dragged it back out and circled my clit, nipped it.