Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77980 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“So you want to date me?”
“Fuck no,” I growled. “I want everything. You. Our baby. A whole fucking life together, this baby, more babies, nonstop sex, dinners in the middle of the week. Shitty gangster movies.”
Tears welled in her eyes and she sighed. “Jasper.”
“I’m serious, Mo.”
She nodded, accepting my words as truth. “And if this letter says there’s a zero percent chance that you’re the father of this child?”
“I still want it. I still want you. Probably always will.”
Her lips spread into a slow, satisfied smile as she handed me the paper. “Congratulations, Jasper Ashby, you’re going to be a father.”
“Forgone conclusions, babe.”
“Say it,” she urged, almost daring me.
“Say what?”
“You know what. Tell me how you feel, Jasper.”
“Mo,” I groaned, heart racing because I knew this was the moment I got what I wanted or fucked it up forever.
“Come on, Jasper. I love you. I have been in love with you for years, and I never thought this moment would happen. I was sure that it would never happen, honestly. But here we are, maybe, sort of, planning a life together. A future together. Tell me why I should accept.”
I stepped forward and hooked my arm around her waist, pulling her body flush with mine. “You should accept because my life would be a hell of a lot better with you by my side. You should accept because I’ll buy you a different pair of those sexy panties for every damn day of the year. You should accept because who else but you can teach me to love you the way you deserve to be loved, Maureen?”
She swiped at a tear, and I dropped a kiss on her forehead.
“Jasper,” she said as a warning, and I knew I had to finish it. Say what I didn’t think I’d ever say.
“You should accept because I love you, Maureen. I don’t know what the fuck that means. I don’t know how to love anyone that’s not family, and I want to be able to love you the right way. I need you to show me—”
“I accept,” she answered eagerly, her words as watery as her eyes. “I accept your offer, Jasper. I love you too, and I want…I want it all. With you too.”
Relief and happiness took over me at the same time. I felt warm and satisfied, and most of all, I felt like putting my mouth on hers. “That’s good to hear, Mo. Really fucking good.” And then I put my mouth on hers. I drank from her sweet lips for as long as I could before other urges took over.
Mo’s hand slid inside my pants, and she stroked my cock in her special way guaranteed to get me hard in seconds, but I took my time, savoring every inch of her curves for as long as I could. I fucked her with my mouth until she came on my tongue. I fucked her with my fingers until she begged for the dick.
And finally, when she was pink and smiling and so sensitive, trembling every time I touched her, I slid my cock deep inside her and spent the rest of the night showing her just how special she was to me.
EPILOGUE
Mo ~ Six Months Later
“I’m not sure this is a baby shower gift.”
Maisie’s pale skin turned strawberry red as she held the crotchless negligee in the air for all the baby shower attendants to see and ooh over.
“I mean, I love it, and I think Virgil will too, but seriously?”
Sadie sat on her grandmother’s perch beside Maisie and arched one eyebrow. “I read somewhere that it is a traditional grandmother’s gift to ensure that, when the time is right, you get started on the next grandchild.”
“Oh, that is such bullshit, Ma, and you know it.”
Kat let out a loud bark of laughter from where she sat on the sofa, legs crossed and doing her best to keep her new pregnancy a secret on Maisie’s big day.
Maisie’s baby shower took place just six weeks after my own, with many of the same women in attendance, like we were all family.
I sat near the back of the room, rubbing a nonstop circle on my swollen belly while the other hand held my sore back. But I didn’t want to be anywhere else on this day when we helped Maisie celebrate and prepare for another Ashby baby, set to arrive in seven weeks.
Sadie shrugged off Kat’s words with a small smile. “It is my right, as the grandmother, to push my children to spend more time in the bedroom. Or the pool. Or the herb garden.”
And then there was my electronic bottle washer. It was such a stupid but practical and luxurious gift that I couldn’t resist.
Retail therapy was my best friend these days. At thirty-nine weeks pregnant and still growing, I didn’t get out much, so I bought things. All kinds of things.