Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 50872 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 254(@200wpm)___ 203(@250wpm)___ 170(@300wpm)
Austin steps forward with his hand up. “Are you sure you don’t want a nurse to do that?”
I admonish him. “Austin!” as Dr. Reynolds just laughs. “I can remove an IV. I am a doctor, after all. I’ve had the training.”
Austin squeezes my hand and wraps his other hand around our interlaced fingers. Dr. Reynolds removes the IV and puts a cotton ball and tape over the hole in my arm. Austin watches him the whole time as if he’s going to screw it up. When the doctor is done, he gives Austin a look that says, See, I told you so.
Austin’s not impressed. “Right. So she needs to rest for two weeks. We come back to see you then for more tests. We got it. I do have a question, though.”
He nods. “Sure. What’s your question?”
“What about orgasms? Are those bad for her or the baby?”
I gasp, and even though Austin isn’t looking at me, his hand tightens on mine. Dr. Reynolds nods. “Yes, orgasms are fine. As long as she’s comfortable. I would like for you to avoid penetrative sex until her next evaluation.”
The doctor starts to ramble about dos and don’ts and then finally says. “Okay, the nurse will be in with your prescription and your discharge papers.”
As soon as he walks out the door, I turn to Austin. “I can’t take two weeks off. Heck, I can barely afford to take a day off. And what was all that about orgasms? We’re not doing… that!”
He leans down until we’re at eye level. He’s leveling me with a heated gaze that holds all kinds of promises. But it’s his words that have my nipples pebbling and my body trembling. He wraps his hand around the back of my neck, tangling his fingers in my hair. “Do you remember last night?”
I know exactly what he’s talking about, but there’s no way I’m going to let him know. I shrug my shoulders. “What about it?”
His eyes darken. “I feasted on you, Ally. You came on my tongue while you said my name. I’ve dreamt of that for a long time, but my imagination didn’t even come close to the real thing.”
I let out a breath. “Austin…”
I’m about to tell him that it’s crazy, this whole thing is crazy. We were caught up in the moment, and things got out of hand, but he doesn’t let me. He presses his lips to mine and kisses me until I can barely catch my breath before he pulls back and continues, “Did you like it, Ally? Did you like my mouth on you?”
I lick my lips, ready to deny it, but when he sees my tongue, he groans. His voice is harder and more demanding. “Did you like it, Ally? Did you like having my mouth on you?”
I try to look away, knowing I can’t lie while looking into his eyes. “My hormones are going crazy…”
He laughs. “Bullshit. I mean, yeah, I believe it about the hormones, but you liked it. You liked me touching you.”
I bring my hand up to the front of his shirt. “Austin, what are we doing? What’s happening?”
Chapter 12
Austin
I run my hand through her hair, fighting the urge to lean in and kiss her again. She’s scared, that much is obvious, and I don’t want to add to it. I wish she would let me take care of her, but with her independence, I know she won’t just give up all control. Not yet.
I want to tell her I love her. I want to tell her that we’re meant to be together, but she’s not going to believe me. I blow out a breath and lift my hip to sit on the edge of the bed. “I wish you would see reason. This is the best thing to do—”
“Austin, I’m pregnant. Six months pregnant.”
“Almost seven,” I tell her with a shrug. “What’s your point?”
She crosses her arms over chest. “You’re Whiskey Run’s most eligible bachelor. I’m going to be some sort of buzz kill for all the women that are hoping to ride the Blaze train.”
My eyes bug out of my head. “Blaze train? Really? I don’t think I’ve heard that one before.”
She shrugs. “Trust me, it’s a thing. More so when all you and your brothers were single, but now that you’re the last one, all eyes are on you. And you moving in a pregnant woman is not going to do anything for your bachelor status.”
I just stare at her. She’s going to have a thousand excuses, but none of them matter to me.
“You don’t get it. If I move in with you, the women in town are going to think…”
Her voice drops off, and I tilt my head. “They’re going to think what? That we’re together? They should. I’ve told anyone and everyone that would listen that we are together. Heck, Ally. You’re talking crazy. Most of the town thinks that baby is mine anyway. They think we’re together.”