Total pages in book: 199
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 200280 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 1001(@200wpm)___ 801(@250wpm)___ 668(@300wpm)
So in his element.
Such a god.
That dominates not only the field but the entire stadium as everyone’s eyes are on him.
But anyway, when the impromptu lunch with my mother is over, I grab a cab and race across town to go see him.
To hug him and smell him, and just be with him.
Because all this, trying on wedding dresses not only made me sad about my future but also felt like… cheating.
Like I was cheating on him by wearing dresses with the thought of another man.
Which is ridiculous.
Because we’re not in a relationship.
We don’t even want to be in a relationship.
But every time I saw myself in the mirror, a stabbing pain went through my chest. A crippling pain and I swear my belly grew tight. As if my babies knew and they disapproved. They were agitated in my womb because of what I was doing to their daddy.
So as soon as I see him, I launch myself at him.
I bury my nose in his chest and breathe in his musky, cinnamon-y scent. And since he’s used to me being all mopey and emotional these days, he doesn’t question me. He simply hugs me extra tight, rocks me back and forth like I’m a baby.
I look up after a bit. “I want you.”
And again, he’s used to that, me wanting him all the time. Because he was right the other night; I am a slut for him.
A complete whore.
Every time we touch, I get horny and restless.
But I’m not alone in my lust, am I?
Because every time I come over for lunch, he first drags me to a lonely place — sometimes the treatment room, the overnight rooms with bunk beds, one time it was in a corner of the locker room after everyone had gone off to the field and once it was in the gym — and makes me get on my knees and suck him off.
In fact, somedays his lust is so big that I barely get him in my mouth and lick the tip. I barely jiggle those bars against the roof of my mouth, and he’s coming. He’s throbbing and jerking on my tongue like he’s been waiting for me ever since he left me sleeping in our bed, and watching me on his phone wasn’t enough.
And other days, like today, we’re in an empty office and I’m on my knees.
While he stares down at me.
At my tits that he scoops out of the neck of my dress and my pregnant belly that he makes me expose by lifting my dress and making me clutch in between my teeth as he fucks his fist in long and lazy strokes. That quickly become short and fast.
Until he blows on my stomach.
And then I’m rubbing it all over my skin.
Just the way he likes it.
“Fuck,” he groans as he watches me do that. “You’re a goddess, aren’t you? A beautiful, cock-sucking, pregnant goddess.”
I shake my head, rubbing my nipples that are hard and slippery with his cum. “No, I’m your beautiful, cock-sucking, pregnant Firefly.”
His licks his lips as he watches and watches me greedily. “Yeah, and now you smell like me.”
“Is that why you like it, when I rub you on my skin? Because it makes me smell like you.”
He lifts his eyes, pitch black and swimming with emotions. “And because it’ll warn the other guys off you.”
Always my jealous and possessive Thorn.
Something about that thought soothes my own ruffled feathers.
It makes me feel calm after the morning I’ve had.
His agitation over someone else coming in and snatching me away.
It makes no sense but I always feel safe when he gets like this. But instead of focusing on all these angsty emotions, I focus on the fact that he helps me stand on my feet and turns me around, his hand going under my dress, groping my ass, looking for my panties that I know he’ll shove to the side before he enters me.
“Although it hasn’t worked so far, has it?” He manages to expose my pussy and positions his dick at my wet hole. “They still look at you. At your pregnant body. They don’t care whose babies are in your belly. They just want you for themselves.”
I go to say something but he pushes inside and all my words die.
All my thoughts become his and his only.
Like he’s purging all the ugliness from inside me and making things beautiful again.
And since I don’t have a lot of time, I try to do the same for him.
I try to make sure that before I go, I give him something beautiful back. Like his family. His brothers.
So a week later with Callie’s help, I organize a picnic kind of thing.
At the cabin.
I know it’s a big step, revealing to his brothers that Ledger has not only been keeping up the cabin but is now living here. At least for the time being. But it needs to be done. He can’t hide this fact forever. Plus I will be there for him if anything goes south.