Total pages in book: 11
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 10287 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 51(@200wpm)___ 41(@250wpm)___ 34(@300wpm)
Though honestly, this was a bit different seeing as how there was no pool to get into to avoid being looked at. As much as she loved the boys, she didn’t love the boys, and there was no way she was parading around in a thong in front of them.
She gripped the rail with one hand and the photo strip in the other and descended the stairs.
Easy, who was sitting in one of the chairs and subsequently facing the stairs was the first to catch sight of her. He whistled. "Damn."
Chris, and the others, turned. Abby squealed in delight.
Sarah steeled her nerves and marched right up to her husband who was sitting on the couch. He was clearly shocked, even if he was trying to hide it. The corner of his mouth was turned up, after all.
"Careful, Shooter," Hawk warned, but his grin belied his dire tone. "She's got one hand behind her back. Might be your .44."
"Well, now," Caleb said, rubbing a hand along his chin. "Gettin' shot by a beautiful woman. Now that I think on it, that's the way I'd like to go."
"Beautiful woman in lingerie," Easy corrected.
"Well, yeah, of course," Caleb agreed. "Goes without saying."
"It was an emergency," Sarah declared.
Chris never took his eyes off Sarah. "Still waiting to hear how this was an emergency that required lying to me."
When she was in front of him, she brought her hand around and held out the strip of photos. Chris looked at it a moment then took it from her.
"I lied because I wanted to make sure before I said anything. And it was an emergency because I'll only get to wear this for a little while before I'm the size of Tex's Hummer."
"What's that?" Hawk asked, craning his neck to see from his chair, but his grin said he knew exactly what it was.
"My baby," Chris announced, looking at the photo.
"Sure it's yours?" Hawk asked casually. "She’s been spending an awful lot of time with Easy."
Sarah's mouth dropped open. Before she could speak, Chris cut her off. "Might be mine. Better find out first." He slapped the ultrasound photos onto the coffee table, started to get up, and tagged Sarah at the waist. He hoisted her up over his shoulder.
"What are you doing?!" she screeched.
Chris slapped her on the ass. "Interrogation," he said, stalking off toward the staircase. Sarah made a noise of protest. He carried her easily up the steps, entered the master bedroom, and kicked the door shut with his boot. He tossed her unceremoniously onto the bed.
He stood over her, arms folded across his broad chest. "You lied to me. We said no more lying."
Sarah propped herself up on her elbows and looked up at him. "True. But if I'd said I was going to the doctor, then you would have known why. And there might not have been a baby. I- I was..."
"You were what?"
She blew a stray hair out of her eyes. "I was....doing recon."
He grinned at her. "I love it when you talk dirty." He gripped her ankle and yanked her til she was flat on her back. He reached up between her thighs and ran a finger along the outside of her panties. She drew in a sharp breath. "And I like this, too," he said, passing his other hand over the fabric of her corset. "We're gonna need more of these. Til you're as big as Tex's Hummer."
Her head tilted back and she closed her eyes. Her legs fell further open as he slowly stroked her slit. "Whose baby is it?" he asked suddenly.
Her head jerked up and her eyes flew open. "You can't be serious."
"Deadly serious," he replied, settling one knee between her legs, and then the other, he brought both hands to the tiny straps at her hips. He slowly began pulling her panties down.
"You know it's your baby," she said. He didn't respond, instead he tossed the panties and rubbed his thumb along her mound. "Chris," she said, this time a slight edge of desperation in her voice. "You know it's-"
Suddenly he was on her, covering her, his thumb pressed against her swollen clit and his other hand cupping the side of her face as he kissed her firmly, his tongue sweeping into her mouth, claiming her both above and below.
He pulled away and rested his forehead against hers. "Say my name again, Slick," he demanded as he brought his thumb lower and pushed it into her.
"Chris," she gasped as she bucked her hips to take his thumb deeper. He leaned down and brought his lips to her throat, biting and licking as she wiggled beneath the onslaught. He worked his way down to the swells of her breasts. His tongue ran over the thin, white scar.
"Again," he ordered.
Sarah wove her fingers through his hair, pulling his mouth back down onto her aching flesh. "Chris," she moaned, but this time it was more of a plea.