Total pages in book: 122
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 116031 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 580(@200wpm)___ 464(@250wpm)___ 387(@300wpm)
“I love you, too.” There’s a pause, causing me to look over at her. “You know what I’ve been thinking about lately?”
The light turns green, so I start driving again. I bring her hand to my mouth and kiss it, then hold it to my chest. “What have you been thinking about lately?”
“What are the chances of having twins again?”
Slamming on my brakes in the middle of a busy street was not my best reaction. “I’m going to need you to hold that thought.” I pull into the nearest shopping center, grateful we weren’t hit. Parked between a grocery store and under the glowing sign of an In-N-Out Burger, I turn to her. “Are you pregnant?”
She takes my hand and pulls it to her stomach. “The babies are craving french fries.”
The words hit quick, sinking into my thoughts. Pregnant. Twins. We haven’t even had a honeymoon. Dropping my head forward, I scrub the inner corners of my eyes as they begin to water, too happy to give a shit about a fancy vacation.
I swallow down the emotions threatening to stick in my throat, then look at her, my stunning wife, the mother of my children, waiting so patiently for my reaction. I rest my palm on her stomach and rub gently. Leaning over the console, I kiss her, her lips the sweetest thing I ever tasted. Loving her is my greatest pleasure.
I nod, too overcome to say anything. I kiss her again and then along her jaw because I find comfort in our connection. Bending down, I kiss her stomach twice for the twins.
When I finally sit back, our fingers are woven together, our hold on each other solid. Looking at this incredible woman beside me, I say, “We should get the babies those french fries then.”
Eliciting her smile is everything, the heavy sigh she releases as if she’d been holding her breath also gives me relief. She nods, her shoulders relaxing, and then asks, “And maybe a strawberry shake?”
I chuckle, shifting the car into drive. “We’re definitely getting a strawberry shake.”
Pulling her hand to my chest again, I smile like a fool pulling into the drive-through lane. When I glance over at her, she’s smiling the same. Partners in crime. Forever. Eternity. Always.
What a wild ride we’ve been on. “And to think, we started with a glitch.”
She laughs, but then it settles into a sweet smile. “No, babe. We started with a kiss.”
EPILOGUE 1
Cate
Eighteen months later . . .
The envelope sat on the counter for three days. But it wasn’t addressed to me, so I left it for Shane to open when he returned from Atlanta.
From the bathroom, I hear my name being called. “Babe?”
Speak of the devil.
I spit out the mouthwash and then run down the hall. Shane drops his bag on the floor when he sees me and opens his arms just as I spring into the air. When he catches me, his hold is tight, but his hands are quick to lower to my ass to give it a good squeeze as I attack his lips.
He pulls his mouth from mine, and asks, “Where are the kids?”
“Your parents, aunt, and uncle are watching them over at Poppy’s for a few hours.”
“How many hours?”
“Just enough time to reunite properly.”
He’s already moving us toward the kitchen. “That means I can fuck you anywhere I please.” He sets me on the cold stone counter, the chill causing me to react and goose bumps to cover my legs. My nipples harden, but they’re always on alert with him. The little hussies. I lean back on my hands, making them obvious.
Taking the bait, he teases me by pinching and then caressing them between his fingertips. Resting his hands on either side of me, he leans forward, nudging my chin with the bridge of his nose, then sliding it under my jaw as he takes a deep breath. He whispers, “Is that what you were waiting for, kitty Cat?”
He leans back to catch my eyes, and his gaze dips to the shirt I’m wearing, the one I stole from his closet. Seeing me in his clothes is one of his kinks. His discovery that I’m not wearing anything underneath is one of mine.
“I’ve waited hours for you.”
“The plane was late taking off.” Pulling my shirt over my head, he kisses my neck. He kneads my breasts within seconds of being revealed. “Did I tell you how much I missed you and these incredible tits?”
My breathing shallows, my body catching fire for him. Like it always does. Our passion burns deep. I hold his head to my chest as he teases with his tongue. My breath staggers, but I manage to say, “We hadn’t gotten that far into the greeting.” I tilt my head to the side, needing him to take me in ways that would make the angels blush. “How about you show me how much you missed me instead?”