Total pages in book: 15
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 70(@200wpm)___ 56(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
“Pregnant? I graduate in seven weeks. I don’t think that’s possible.”
“Care to bet? I’m almost thirty, Kayla. If you say yes, I’ll want to start our future now. I want children immediately. Shane’s death taught me there might not be a tomorrow. So if you let me in your bed today, I will do everything in my power to make certain you’re accepting your degree and expecting our baby. I’ll fuck you constantly to make it happen.”
She looks stunned. She’s totally silent. Have I finally frightened her away? If I have, I know I should be relieved.
But the thought of leaving Kayla is killing me. I’ve been in love with her for so long, the notion of a future that doesn’t include her is wrenching. And knowing she’ll eventually couple off with another man who will take all the sweetness I’ve wanted for myself?
It’s enough to break me.
I cup her cheek. “Tell me what you’re thinking, love.”
“I-I’m…trying to work it out in my head.”
Of course. “I’m demanding a lot. I’m aware of that. I fully expect you to say no. And I understand.”
When she does, I’ll go. I’ll have no choice.
“This isn’t what I originally planned…”
“I know.” I kiss her forehead and step back. “I’m sorry.”
“Wait! No. What I’m trying to say is yes. Twenty-one is sooner than I imagined having kids, but I’ll have a degree in a handful of weeks. I can look for a work-at-home job, perfect for after I give birth.”
My heart stops. “You’re saying yes? You’re certain? This is sudden. You’re young and—”
“You know that my dad left when I was three. Other than Shane’s funeral, I haven’t seen my mother in years. Honestly, what I want most in life is roots. Real family. I thought I’d lost any chance of that when I lost my brother. But you’re giving me new hope. I’ve always wanted a big, loving family. The idea of you and me starting a new circle of life together”—she smiles—“sounds perfect. In fact, that would make me the happiest woman on earth. Now is the perfect time to lose my virginity. You’re the only man I want to give it to.”
She’s as certifiably insane as I am.
As if to prove that, she reaches into my pants and grabs my cock. “I want you to push every inch into my virgin pussy and make me yours. I want you to come inside me. Love me. Stay with me.”
I seize her shoulders. “Last chance. Be very certain. I mean it; no condoms or pills. You’ll take all of me deep inside of you, where I belong, every single time. There will be no going back.”
“I know. And I’m agreeing. Like you said, no one is guaranteed tomorrow. I don’t want to wait to get pregnant. And now that I’ve had a minute to warm to the idea, I love the thought of holding our son or daughter, feeding our baby from my breasts, then watching him or her sleep peacefully.”
“You mean, before I lay you down and fuck you again?”
“I certainly hope you would.” She gives me a coy smile and presses herself against me. “Please, Oliver. I’m saying yes.”
“You won’t be ashamed to be knocked up by your brother’s best friend?”
“I’ll feel blessed to have created a little miracle with the man I love. Can we start now?”
Chapter Three
Kayla
He hesitates a long moment, and I have no idea if he’s finally going to cave in and give me what we both want.
Vicious need suddenly tightens his dark features as he yanks my boy shorts up, then tucks my hand in his. “If you’re sure…”
“I am.”
“Then I need to be inside you now.”
His words make me ache and throb. “I need that, too.”
“After I fuck you enough to take off the edge, we’ll move into the master bedroom together. I’ll apologize now. That might be hours.”
A few steps down the hallway, we enter the room we’ll soon share. He lifts me to the center of the bed, body taut, as if his self-control is strangling him. “Your first time should be in a bed.”
And I like this bed. He obviously slept here last night. The sheets smell like him. They’re rumpled and cozy and musky.
Oliver spends a long moment looking at me, and I grow self-conscious, covering my breasts with my hands.
He grabs my wrists and shoves them flat against the mattress. “Don’t hide or keep yourself from me.”
Innocently, I blink up at him.
“You’ll make me crazy,” he explains. “I’m already halfway there.”
“All right.”
“Fuck, you’re a pretty thing.” He sheds his shirt, revealing wide shoulders and a strong chest that’s starred in many of my fantasies. He crawls across the bed, pressing his half-covered body to mine, then thumbs one of my nipples. “You’re so soft, but your body makes me so hard. When you pranced through the house wearing that pajama top, I could see straight through it. It was all I could do not to press you against a wall and shag you.”