Total pages in book: 92
Estimated words: 92336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 92336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 462(@200wpm)___ 369(@250wpm)___ 308(@300wpm)
“That was the very definition of a quickie,” I breathed out.
He was holding my hair back as he spoke against my neck, “That’s what happens when you work me up all night.”
“Go ahead of me. I need to use the bathroom.”
He pulled his pants up and went back out to the party.
After I emerged, Damien was leaning against a table in the corner casually sipping a beer as if our fucking in the next room hadn’t ever happened. Meanwhile, I felt like the word SEX was written all over my face in flashing Christmas lights.
When he noticed me from across the room, I think he could tell I was embarrassed. As I stood behind the counter preparing the dessert tray, he just continued to sip his beer with a smirk on his face as he looked at me. I randomly burst out into a laughing fit while Damien started to crack up from across the room.
No one else knew what the heck was going on. They were talking away amongst themselves. The dogs were playing with some of the ornaments that had fallen off of the tree. Damien and I, in the meantime, were in our own little world.
When we stopped laughing, he just continued to gaze at me from afar with a look that was a mixture of lust…and love. This truly was the best Christmas of my life.
I knew that Damien and I likely had some tough times ahead, but tonight—this moment in time where the two of us were oblivious to everything but each other—was perfect.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
LE NOMBRIL
Damien and I’d stayed up until the middle of the night cleaning up the mess from the party. It was worth it to be able to sleep in on Christmas morning.
I woke up to the amazing feeling of Damien’s hard dick sandwiched inside the crack of my ass. It was our own special version of spooning.
Damien spoke against my back. “Merry Christmas.”
I turned around. “Merry Christmas, baby.”
Massaging my fingers through his hair, I admired his beautiful jawline but noticed the look of worry on his face.
“What’s wrong?”
“I was just thinking about stuff while you were sleeping. I was up a lot last night.”
“Like what?”
“I was thinking about the future.”
“What about it?”
“Promise you won’t get mad if I bring this up again?”
My heart sank a little. “I promise.”
“I was thinking about children again, and how much I don’t want to hold you back from having a child of your own. I know we’ve had this discussion, but I guess I still can’t wrap my head around your decision. Whenever I think about it, it makes me ill.”
Closing my eyes, I tried as best as I could to gather my thoughts on the matter so that I could explain myself. “Our need to procreate is a selfish one anyway, right? Why do we need to have children as long as there are children in the world who need good homes?”
“Don’t fucking pretend you wouldn’t want one of our own someday.”
“I do want one. I do want to experience that with you, but I understand the scenario we face. If you can’t live with the risk, I understand that completely. You mean more to me than anything. I want you more than anything, and I’m not lying when I say that.”
“I just want it to go on record that I’d understand…if you couldn’t accept it.”
“You’d understand if I left you to become impregnated by some man I didn’t love?”
He looked like he was seriously pondering my question. “Fuck that. No, I wouldn’t understand. I’d end up killing someone. Or kidnapping your pregnant ass and raising the baby with you.” He suddenly pulled me close. “I’m such a lost cause.”
“Well, you’re lucky I’m not going anywhere, then.”
“When I’m old and crusty and no longer hot, you’re gonna wish you had some children.”
“And I will. We will. Even if they’re not biologically ours.”
He was looking so deeply into my eyes. It was as if he was looking beyond them. “Do you have any idea how much I love you?”
“I think I do.”
“No. I don’t think you do. There’s something I need to say, and I need to make sure you really understand it.”
“Okay…”
“I know it’s always at the back of your mind, because I know you so well. You wonder whether you’re gonna wake up one day and find that my feelings have changed—like his did. You won’t allow yourself to believe that this could be forever, because you want to protect yourself in the event that history repeats itself. I need you to believe that as long as I’m walking this Earth, I’m going to love you. I’m not gonna hurt you like he did. I can promise you that. You’re it for me. Maybe you’ve heard that before, but this time, the person saying it means it. I need you to understand that.”