Total pages in book: 31
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 28745 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 144(@200wpm)___ 115(@250wpm)___ 96(@300wpm)
“That poor little girl.” Samantha sounded as though she was about to cry, and my chest locked up. I didn’t think I could handle her tears without comforting her, and putting my arms around her wasn’t a smart move.
“She should recover completely. In fact, we were able to address another problem that hadn’t been diagnosed yet and correct it.”
“Physically, she’ll recover,” Samantha murmured. “But what about her broken heart? She’s just lost her parents. I hope she has an extended family who will tell her all about them.”
I winced, wishing I could give her a different answer. “Unfortunately, her parents had no next of kin. She’ll most likely go into foster care once she’s well enough to leave.”
“Oh no. That’s just…”
Before I could talk myself out of it, I reached over and covered her hands clasped in her lap. “I’m such an asshole,” I grumbled. “You waited around to keep me from having bad dreams, and I’ve gone and traumatized you.”
Samantha flipped one of her hands over so we were palm to palm, but she didn’t lace our fingers together. “It made me sad, yes. But I still have so many happy things to think about before I fall asleep.”
Turning down her street, I wished the drive had been longer and was tempted to take a few turns around the block. But we both needed to rest and recharge.
I pulled the car to a stop in front of the luxury high-rise her father owned and where her family lived. From what Rhett had told me, Blair’s father used to have an apartment next door to them on the top floor. But even a huge, four-bedroom flat wasn’t big enough to house two parents and nine kids, so they’d moved her dad down a few floors and renovated the penthouse to be one huge abode. Justice’s place had been two levels already, and they’d taken up the entire floor below them as well.
I made a mental note to talk to her dad about the project once Samantha was my wife and carrying our baby. Nine kids seemed like a lot, but I’d always wanted a houseful, and truthfully, I’d give Samantha as many babies as she wanted. If that meant taking over an entire high-rise, so be it.
“Thank you for the sweet gesture tonight,” I said with a smile as I withdrew my hand from her lap.
Samantha blushed and shrugged. “I hope it helps with your dreams.”
She looked both ways out her window to see if any cars were approaching, but I quickly exited the car and went around to open her door. “Thank you,” she whispered as she stared up at me.
Our size difference always struck me at the strangest times, and always made me feel overly protective of my tiny baby doll. “You’re welcome,” I rasped, fighting the desire to kiss her good night.
I followed her to the sidewalk before heading to the door to my car. At the last minute, I turned and called her name. Immediately, she altered her path and came back to me.
“Just so you know, my sweetest dreams are always of you.”
Samantha’s mouth made a little O as her eyes went wide. I laughed and guided her around to face the building, then gave her a gentle push. “Good night, baby doll.”
4
Noah
It had been a long fucking day, so coming home to my gorgeous wife in pink lingerie that showed off her sexy little baby bump was a dream come true. The twins were with my parents, and we had the place all to ourselves.
The negligée hadn’t lasted long and was currently shredded and in a pile on the floor with my clothes.
“Fuck, baby doll,” I groaned as I lapped at her sweet pussy. “I could eat you for every meal.” She squirmed, and her clit poked out of its hood. I grinned, knowing what would happen when I sucked that sensitive little bud. My mouth watered as I pushed her legs open wider before slipping my hands under her ass. I raised her hips as my mouth descended until they met in an explosion of desire.
“Noah.” Samantha whimpered, bucking her pelvis in search of relief.
“I love it when you say my name like that, baby doll,” I growled. “I like it even better when you’re screaming it.” With eleven-month-old twins, I didn’t often have the opportunity to hear my wife’s unrestrained sounds of pleasure.
I speared my tongue into her channel, and her muscles clamped down on it, forcing me to press my hips into the bed to keep from losing control. After a few more thrusts of my tongue, I switched to using two fingers and moved my lips up to that needy bundle of nerves. I flicked the tip of my tongue over it and grinned when Samantha gasped, and her muscles went taut.