Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 81182 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 406(@200wpm)___ 325(@250wpm)___ 271(@300wpm)
“Hanna!” Elsie calls, and I pull away from Walker and look over at her. “We’re going to walk home before Mum starts to worry.”
“Okay, honey. Tell her to message me so I’ll know you made it.”
“I will.” She stands, dusting the grass off her bottom, and Vi, who is not too old for hugs, runs over and wraps her arms around me.
“Can you and Walker come this week for dinner?”
“Absolutely.”
“Awesome.” She smiles before running back over to her sister, who is holding York.
“Bye, girls.”
“Bye.”
They both wave, and I wait until I know they won’t catch me spying, then walk down the sidewalk. I peek around the trees that line the street to watch them until they reach their house, which is just a few down from mine. When I turn back to Walker, he’s looking at me with a smirk.
“What?”
“Nothing.” He shakes his head.
“What?” I repeat, walking toward him.
“It’s cute you’ve already got the mama-bear thing down.”
“I was just making sure they got home okay.” I curl myself against his side and walk up to the front door.
“I know. It’s cute.”
“Whatever.” I unlock the front door, and of course Mizzy is right there waiting to greet him. Dropping his bag, he picks her up and holds her on her back, rubbing her belly. “She cried for three days at the front door, waiting for you to come back.”
“She loves me.”
“I know.” I glare at the two of them when she begins to purr.
His gaze meets mine. “My poor baby, are you jealous?” He drops Mizzy to the back of the couch and starts toward me.
“No.” I back away from him.
“Do you want me to rub your belly too?” he asks, stalking me across the living room, making me laugh.
“I’m good.”
“Are you sure?” He catches me around the waist and pulls me flush against him.
“I’m sure.” I smile and wrap my arms around his neck.
“Guess what,” he prompts softly.
“What?”
“I’m home for three weeks.”
“What?” I pull back to see his face, sure I heard him wrong.
“Toni had a family emergency back in Texas and won’t be back for at least three weeks.”
“Really?”
“Really.” His expression softens as his hand slides down the back of my hair.
“I shouldn’t be happy that he had an emergency, but I am.”
He smiles and starts walking me backward.
“What are you doing, Mr. St. James?” I ask, sounding breathless when he begins kissing down the column of my throat.
“I have something to show you in the bedroom.”
“Do you?” I laugh, falling back onto the bed, and he comes down on top of me, careful to keep his weight off my belly.
Leaning over me, he kisses from my lips, down the column of my throat, to the tops of my breasts, and then he lifts my shirt and kisses down to my belly. “Do you know he’s the size of a strawberry?”
“Or she.” I drag my fingers through his hair that is longer than before.
“Or she.” He smiles up at me. “He or she also doesn’t look like an alien so much anymore and no longer has webs between his or her fingers and toes.”
“Really?”
“Yep.” He kisses my belly and unclasps my jeans.
“What else have you read about?”
“That if you were having any morning sickness, it should be getting a little better now.”
“I haven’t been getting sick. My boobs are just extra sensitive, and I’m tired all the time.” I lift my hips as he tugs my jeans down.
“I also read that you might have an increased sex drive.”
“Did you actually read that?” I laugh, then bite my lip when his fingers slide along the elastic of my underwear right between my legs.
“I did.”
“I have been masturbating a lot,” I say, and his head flies up, his eyes locking on mine.
“Have you?”
“You haven’t been home.”
“My poor baby.” His fingers skim up my slit, and my hips jerk in response. “Already wet.” He pulls the skin of my belly between his lips and sucks. “What have you been doing to get yourself off?”
“I’m not telling you that.” I feel my cheeks get warm.
“Why not? I want to know.” His fingertips roll over my clit, making me gasp. “Are you using a toy or your fingers?”
“I’m not telling you,” I repeat, then whimper when he covers my mound through the lace and sucks hard.
“Oh my God, Walker,” I cry, wanting more and wanting him to stop because it’s too much.
He releases me. “What have you been using?”
“Walk—” His name ends on a moan when he does it again. And knowing that he wont stop and give me what I want until I tell him I give in. “Okay, okay, a toy,” I pant. “I’ve been using a toy.”
“Where is it?” he asks, and I glare at him. “Let me guess.” He rolls away, and of course he opens my nightstand, finding it with ease. With the small black wand that is no bigger than a tube of lipstick in hand, he comes back to me and turns it on.