Total pages in book: 16
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 14151 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 71(@200wpm)___ 57(@250wpm)___ 47(@300wpm)
"I know this is a lot to take in, believe me I, but I’ve had almost awhile to get used to the idea," January says, clearly sensing my shock. "But it's true, I promise.”
I am speechless. I can’t believe what I just heard. But something inside me knew that this is my chance to finally understand who I am and where I come from.
“I fine, truly,” I assure her.
“Good. It’s a lot. We’re a lot. The rest of the girls want to meet you as well.”
“I’d like that.”
“I’ll call again soon and set that up, and November?”
“Yes?”
“We’re all named after months, just so you know. Armstrong, Dad wanted that.”
“That’s interesting,” I say not knowing exactly what to say to that.
“It is. I’ll be in touch,” she says before hanging up.
My father is the President of the United States. Why do I feel like my life just got a helluva lot more complicated?
CHAPTER 6
LINCOLN
FIVE DAYS LATER
I swear I have gained like five pounds. Groaning, I suck in my stomach and frown. I mean, logically, I know I haven’t gained that much weight, but I swear if I have to eat one more piece of wedding cake, I will have to get my pants let out. But then I think about November's reaction to my interest in the choices, and I know I will do whatever it takes to keep the look of joy on her face,
“Mmm. Good morning,” my love says, sauntering into the walk-in closet and wrapping her arms around my waist. I place my hand over hers and inhale, once again calm when her body is on any part of mine.
“It won’t be a good morning when my pants are busting at the seams.” I pretend to scowl to elicit the exact reaction I got. Her giggles. Spinning her in my arms, I tickle her until she is gasping for air, begging me to stop. Pulling her into my arms, I touch her face and stare into her perfect eyes, once again in awe of this gorgeous, sweet, warm, intelligent woman I now have the pleasure of living for the rest of my life. “God, I love your laughs,” I tell her right before our mouths meet in a slow, sweet, sensual buildup.
Her arms wrap around my neck when I lift her up to put her on the island in the closet. Thank fuck she sleeps with no underwear on because I would have no patience right now. “Aren’t you going to be late,” she asks while chasing my mouth with hers.
“I would quit just to be able to have this pussy whenever I want it.” It’s true. There have been plenty of mornings I have almost not gone in because I wanted to stay buried inside of her wet heat. This morning is no different, and today is more so because I have an important meeting with some potential new clients.
“You say the sweetest things to me.” Sliding my fingers through her slit, she cries out when I dip it in and out. “Linc, please.” Fuck I love it when she begs. My cock is begging as well in my pants, and even though I don’t have time to gorge this morning, It doesn’t mean I can’t indulge. Gripping her knees, I spread her legs.
“Fuck. Look at that pretty pussy. Put your feet on the island, baby. I want these legs spread, so nothing is blocking me from my sweet treat.” Her breathing speeds up while she does as I have commanded. I love the submissive side of her. “All mine,” I growl, rubbing my knuckles up and down; her moans, cries, and pleas flow through me and fill me with power, and all I want to do is dive down and bury my face in her snatch, licking her until she begs me to stop. So I do it. The first taste of her juice hits my tongue, and I groan. She tastes like a woman who has been claimed and owned. Did I mention she is sweet and perfect?
“Yes,” she moans while my fingers dig into the flesh of her thighs, making them red with my fingerprints. Her skin is pale and blemish-free, which makes the bruises I leave on her all the more mandatory. She needs to be marked just as she needs to be pregnant and swollen, visibly claimed.
“Fuck you taste like Thanksgiving pies. All of them wrapped up in one little package.”
“Lincoln, fuck me,” she begs. Shit. I am a weak fuck when it comes to her, but I can’t. I won’t allow either of us to be late for our shit. As the man, my job is to please and succeed.
“I can’t, sweetness. Just come for me. Give me all the cream, baby, so I can go to work high on your love.” With those words, I stick my fingers knuckle deep inside each other and close my eyes when she screams my name. Her legs begin to quiver before they fall to the side.