Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146605 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 733(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 489(@300wpm)
“No, sweetheart. I’m sorry.”
“Will you give her your number so she can call if she does show up?” I ask Dane. He reaches into his pocket, pulling out his wallet and handing over a card. Taylor takes it.
“We need to get you a phone of your own. I don’t really care for you not having one on you at all times.”
“Why do I need it if you’re not letting me out of your sight ever again?” I tease him.
“You need a phone, Winn—” Taylor corrects herself. “Kennedy. I’m with your brute of a boyfriend.” I snort a laugh. Not at her calling him a brute but saying he’s my boyfriend. There is not one inch of Dane that could ever be considered to be a boy,
“Okay, fine. You can get me a phone. Now can we go in?” Taylor hits the button unlocking the door for us to enter the shelter.
“Did you really make a donation?” I ask Dane.
“Yes.”
“How much?” I ask out of curiosity.
“A million.” I gape at him. “I donate a lot each year. If you want you can take over where it’s allocated in the future.” He says it so casually. As if a million dollars is a drop in the bucket.
“I’m still trying to wrap my mind around a million dollars.”
“I know. Money has always made you uncomfortable. You’ll get used to it over time. I’m sure you could do some good with it. Besides, when we get married it’ll be half yours anyways.”
I stop walking. This man is freaking nuts! “I don’t want your money.”
“I didn’t say that you did,” he responds.
“Winnie!” A few of the kids shout when they see me. They come rushing over toward me, ending my conversation with Dane for now.
I introduce Dane to everyone before showing off the sonogram pictures. My face is starting to hurt from smiling so much. It doesn't help when I see Dane down on one knee helping a group of boys build a bridge for their Lego castle. I want to laugh when he starts to tell them how bridges are made and their use. They all listen as if it’s the coolest thing in the world.
“I guess I like him.” Taylor comes to stand next to me.
“Really?” I give her a smile.
“Yeah. He’s protective of you, and the background check on him is solid.” I’m not surprised in the least that she ran one. “With as rich as he is, I could google him too.”
“I’m happy.” In love too, I think, but I keep that to myself.
Dane stands, coming our way. “I think it’s time we go. You’ve been on your feet for hours, and you need to eat.” My feet are starting to hurt. This man notices everything,
“Okay.” I agree. I want nothing more than to go back to the hotel with him, but my heart aches that I might be leaving this place soon.
“We’ll come back. I promise.” I wrap my arms around him, resting my head on his chest. He reads me so easily.
There is no thinking I’m in love. I’m definitely there.
10
DANE
“Married? You want to get married right now?” Kennedy’s eyes go wide in surprise as we finish our dinner. I don’t know why she’s shocked.
“We can do a big wedding later, but yes. We’re getting married,” I reassure her, getting up from the table.
“This is insane,” she mumbles, following me through the hotel suite.
“We already agreed to getting married.” I turn around to face her. “We’re getting married, and this conversation is over.”
She lets out a small gasp. Her lips part as her cheeks turn a soft pink. I can tell she’s confused about her body’s reaction.
I grip her chin, staring into her eyes. “There’s my girl.”
“She might come out more if you started to act like your old self.” She tries to turn to leave but I grab her. I lift her off her feet and pin her to the nearest wall. Whatever control I’m still hanging on to starts to slip away from my hold.
She lets out a moan, her chest thrusting out toward me. Her body responds to me because it belongs to me, and she knows it. I want to rip off her clothes and fuck her right here. She has no fucking clue what she does to me, and now she’s starting to push it.
“You don’t want to toy with me. I’ve been gentle with you.” There was no need to scare her.
“Why?” she asks, tilting her head.
“You've been through a lot and you’re pregnant.” It’s a half-assed excuse, but that is part of it.
“I can feel it. That you’re holding back.”
“I don’t trust myself with you. I’m trying not to fuck you against this wall, and you’re not ready for that.” When she licks her lips, I grind my cock into her. She lets out another moan.