Total pages in book: 43
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38978 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 195(@200wpm)___ 156(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
It might seem like I was moving too fast after the fuckery, but I saw no reason to wait, and I could give a fuck what anyone else thought. This was my motherfucking life. If I want to have a kid with my girl, that's our business everyone else could go fuck themselves.
I ended up shaving butterfly not long after my shower, and just as I expected, we ended up fucking on the bathroom floor, the vanity, and the shower stall; damn, I really needed to take it easy for real she could hardly walk, and my nuts were sore, I had to sneak an ice pack, just saying.
"Gage, can I ask you something?" We were lying around, barely watching some action flick on my big ass flat screen in the sitting room.
"Sure, babe, anything." I was playing with her hair as she lay on my lap.
"Remember what you said before, about forever?"
"Babe, if you want to have a conversation, you're gonna have to stop biting your lip; you know what that shit does to me. "
"You couldn't possibly." She laughed while cupping herself as if that would keep me out.
"My boy might be out for the count, but I've still got a perfectly good working tongue and ten ready and willing fingers." I wiggled them at her before tickling the shit out of her.
"Okay, okay, stop tickling. I have to ask you something serious."
"Uh uh uh, remember our deal, no heavy stuff in the bedroom."
"I know, but this is a good something, I promise." She sat up next to me. She was so fucking gorgeous that I just had to reach over and kiss her.
"Hhmmmm, I love you, baby girl. " I nuzzled her for good measure and gave her boobs a little finger action before settling down again.
"Okay, shoot."
Now she was all nervous and shit; I wonder what the hell was on her mind? And she was still biting her lip.
"Suzette..."
"Will you marry me?" Well fuck, I didn't see that one coming, she looked a little uncertain when I didn't answer her right away, but I wasn't prepared for her to ask me that; I'd always been prepared to be the one...oh fuck it Maddox stop being a bitch.
"Come 'ere, is that what you want? Are you one hundred percent sure?"
"Yes, it's what I've always wanted more than anything."
"That's good then because that's what I want too." Fuck yeah, we were back, she's talking marriage, and I'm thinking babies; right on track again. Fuck the naysayers.
CHAPTER 33
After our talk, we started making out like horny teenagers; I was determined to stay out of her pants this time for real, though. It was a good thing we had planned to spend today in seclusion as well since neither of us was fit for company. She couldn't wear pants, and I had a wet crotch from the ice pack.
"How's my pussy feeling?" She blushed for me just as I knew she would.
"She's sore; she said to tell you she'll be open for business sometime this evening."
"Nice try, but I'm not fucking you for at least two days." I kissed her pouty lip, drawing it into my mouth. Fuck, it felt amazing to have her back in my arms. I knew we still had a few hurdles in our path, but as far as I was concerned, we'd tackled the hardest one and won that round.
I had a better understanding and respect for those people who claimed they stayed in fucked up situations because of love. It would be hard as fuck living without my heart. I really did make peace with this whole fuckery; the bottom line for me was my love for her; that shit was real, it was solid, and I was sure as fuck that if we could survive this shit, there probably wasn't much that we couldn't.
"Butterfly?"
"Hmm?"
"I want to make a baby."
"Really?" She lit up like a fucking Xmas tree; that's what I'm talking about.
"Yeah, really, why the fuck you think I was riding you so hard last night and today?"
"I don't know. I thought you missed me." She knew I was teasing the shit out of her.
"So, do you wanna?" I wriggled my brow at her making her crack the hell up. Sweet Suzette, she could fucking laugh again; I bet not more than two days ago; she never imagined that was possible. Damn, life is strange. I didn't feel one ounce of the angst I'd been carrying around for the past two weeks; in fact, I felt better than I had in a long fucking time. My girl was okay, and I was going to see to it that she stayed that way. I didn't kid myself; I knew just because we straightened shit out between us that didn't mean the fuckers who put this shit on blast were going to let us go gently into the motherfucking night. I was going to talk to James about hiring some bodyguards for us; I wasn't taking any chances with her safety. I could look out for myself; I'm the Motherfucker who would run a fucking scumbag paparazzo over without blinking. They could test me at their own peril.