Total pages in book: 32
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 29460 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 147(@200wpm)___ 118(@250wpm)___ 98(@300wpm)
Careful of her stomach, I slipped my arms under her thighs and shifted up onto my knees. The sight of her drenched pussy with the proof that I’d bred my woman right above it was almost enough to make me blow my load. But the thought of how it felt to come inside her tight channel kept my climax in check for the moment.
“I love you, sunshine,” I told her tenderly as I slowly pushed the head of my shaft inside her.
“I love you, too,” she replied with a dreamy smile. Her muscles gripped me like a vise, and I groaned at the blissful sensation as I sunk in another couple of inches. “Oh, fuck, you feel good, baby. I don’t know how you’re so damn tight after having our baby, but your pussy is strangling my dick.”
“More, Chase,” she whimpered as her hands moved to cup her voluptuous tits, which just made me even fucking harder.
“You’ll get what you want, sunshine,” I grunted. “Be patient.”
Her inner walls clenched, and I almost lost it.
“Behave,” I snarled as I scowled at her innocent expression. She bit her lip, and I knew she was contemplating whether to obey.
I pulled out and slapped her pussy.
“Chase!” she cried, protesting my withdrawal and begging for more at the same time. Which also pissed her off, and she glared at me, making me smirk.
“Are you going to behave, sunshine?”
“If you stop teasing!” she snapped. Then her eyes rolled back in her head because I slammed in balls deep. “Yes!”
“Chase!”
My thundering heart froze as I was yanked out of my daydream by the voice calling my name. I was going to kill whoever interrupted me.
“What?” I growled, glaring at Linus, who stood in the bedroom door, scowling right back at me.
“Jenna will be at the hospital in half an hour.”
I double-blinked, trying to clear my head of the last remnants of my fantasy and focus on what he’d said. “I told you to tell me when she was an hour out,” I grumbled as I picked up my coat from where I’d left it on a padded window seat with bookshelves on both sides—something I knew Jenna would go wild over.
“I tried to call you at least a dozen times, and it took me twenty minutes to find you in this big as fuck house.”
That was fair, so I just nodded. “Let’s go.”
We hopped onto the elevator, and as it descended, Linus handed me a folder. “You should look at Jenna’s security report for yesterday from her detail.”
I frowned and took the file, but we reached the ground floor, so I didn’t have a chance to open it until I was settled in the back of the car.
As Linus expertly maneuvered through Manhattan traffic, I flipped open the folder, and a photograph was on top. It was a hallway in Jenna’s high school, and the picture had captured her twin, Dani—they were technically identical, but I immediately knew it wasn’t my Jenna—talking to a young, cocky teenage boy wearing a letterman jacket.
A jock. I sighed in annoyance. Having been that smug little bastard once, I knew exactly what kind of gutter his mind was swimming in.
The next photo was similar, except another boy had joined them.
Under that, I found the typed report from Anne, the bodyguard I’d hired for Jenna. It listed the names of both punks, then gave me the location, date, and time of a reservation one of them had made last night. Anne was positive that this was the “double date” Dani had been planning.
I dropped the file in my lap and sent Anne a text.
Me:
Find out everything there is to know about those two boys. I want the report by morning.
The date was for tomorrow night, so I needed that information as soon as possible.
Anne:
I already put our IT specialist on it. You should have something about the Galvin kid in your inbox in no more than two hours. A report on the Stanford kid should follow within another couple of hours.
Me:
Excellent work. Thank you.
According to the file in front of me, Comden Stanford—I wondered how often people accidentally called him Condom—had made the reservation. His friend, Awstynn Galvin—even his name made him sound like a pretentious prick—was the kid who mistakenly believed he was going to take my girl on a date.
Me:
Call the restaurant. Cancel the reservation.
Anne:
Yes, sir.
We still had a week to go before Jenna’s birthday, but the time had come to get a few things straight with her.
7
CHASE
“Hey, sunshine,” I greeted Jenna softly as I approached her in the NICU.
She rocked a tiny, one-week-old preemie who had decided to make her appearance three months early.
Jenna raised her head, and the adoration in her eyes made my body clench like it did every time I saw how she showered love on these babies. It took a lot of control to keep from dragging her to the nearest empty room and give her one of our own to look forward to.