Total pages in book: 28
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26282 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 131(@200wpm)___ 105(@250wpm)___ 88(@300wpm)
Roman helps me to my feet, and I push my wild hair out of my eyes.
He leads me to the kitchen and sets me on the counter while he goes about preparing breakfast. It’s not lost on me that twice now he’s pleasured me without asking for anything. It makes me want him more, knowing that he’s so concerned about my pleasure and my body.
For a moment, I let myself imagine that this could be our morning routine. Every day, I’d wake up to find him cooking breakfast, and I’d get on my knees to give him a very special thank you.
“Have you always wanted to build houses?” I ask him because if I don’t stop thinking in the direction that I am, we’ll go back to his bed in minutes.
“No. Growing up, the only thing I wanted was to make money. I thought if I could have a million dollars, my life would be perfect.” He laughs, the sound rusty. “I have millions, but my life is far from perfect.”
I want to ask him about that. I want to know everything about this man. But he changes the subject and I let him. “What about you? Do you plan to work in the auto garage for the rest of your life?”
I nod. “Cars are my passion. I love the feeling of taking something apart and putting it back together again. Plus, I like getting to help the people of Courage County. Did you know we get women that travel over an hour to see me? They trust a female mechanic. They know I won’t talk down to them or try to upsell them on something completely useless. It makes me feel like I’m doing my part and making the world a better place. I’d like to grow the auto shop so we have an all-female staff. You know, women that can help out other women. Of course, we’d help out guys too. I’d never turn away a customer. It’s just different sometimes.”
He looks thoughtful for a moment. “I could see the appeal of a female mechanic. Had to fire a salesman once who talked down to my female clients. He was good at what he did but the guy had no business treating women the way he did.”
I smile because somehow I sensed that about Roman. I don’t think he likes it very much when women are disrespected. He’d be furious with my brother if he knew half the stuff that he’s said over the years.
Roman selects a frying pan and turns back to me. “What do you want besides the garage?”
“A family. I’ve always had this idea that I would have a huge family. One with four or five kids with the man I love. The idea of carrying babies makes me happy,” I admit, feeling shy. I know some people probably think it’s dumb or that I should be more ambitious, but there’s something about having a family. It’s what I want most in the world.
Heat sparks in his gaze at my words, and he says roughly, “We can work on that.”
I squeeze my thighs together, already primed from my earlier orgasm.
Roman cuts the stove off and stalks toward me. Tension radiates from every line of him. He is a siren, calling me toward the rocks.
He parts my knees and steps between them, staring at me. “I’ll give you babies, kitten. I’ll give you so many babies. I’ll keep you nice and full of my come every day. For the rest of your life, it will always be dripping between your pretty thighs.”
I whimper at his words as he crashes his lips against mine. He palms my breasts through my shirt. “Gonna make your tits grow big. Gonna make them huge so they can hold milk for my babies.”
I groan his name. Those filthy promises are stoking the fire.
His lips trail lower and the next thing I know, I’m sitting topless on his kitchen counter as he sucks on my nipples. His mouth is teasing and taunting me, giving me what I need but not quite enough. I try to squeeze my thighs together again, but he’s standing between my legs.
He growls when he sees me trying to ease the ache. “I’m going to put my come deep in you now. You’re going to give me all the babies I want.” He rips my panties and thrusts into my channel.
He’s careful, going slow until he bumps up against my barrier. He hesitates but I take his mouth in a quick kiss and remind him, “I want your babies.”
Those are the magic words. They unlock something feral in him, and he snaps his hips forward, ripping through my virgin barrier.
For a moment, I struggle to catch my breath. Roman rests his forehead against mine. “Breathe for me.”
I take in one shaky breath then another. Slowly, my muscles relax around the giant intrusion.