Total pages in book: 59
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 58150 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 291(@200wpm)___ 233(@250wpm)___ 194(@300wpm)
“What?”
“I had less than twenty-four hours to get used to the idea, but I did. I’ve been freaking out all day, but the second you said we don’t need the lawyer anymore, it was as if you’d stolen something from me. I was convinced it was going to happen, so I made myself come to terms with it. Now that it’s not? I think … I mean … I really fucking want it. I’m not going to go psycho on your sister and try to steal her baby, but … I want to have kids with you. Wait, maybe kid. Let’s start with one and see where we go from there.”
Matt’s face lights up. I can’t imagine a world where he doesn’t have that smile on his face, and I don’t want to.
“It doesn’t have to be now or soon or whatever, but yeah … I want a kid with you.”
“Are you serious right now?” It makes sense he doesn’t believe me.
“As a heart attack.”
“Did you just compare being a parent to having a heart attack?”
“Yup.”
The revelation hangs in the air.
“Holy shit,” Matt whispers.
“Do you think if I fuck you hard enough, I could get you pregnant?”
Matt breaks into a booming laugh, but in the next second, he’s on top of me and I’m pinned on my back. “I’m willing to try, though it’d totally be the other way around.”
I shrug. “I say we try as much as possible, every which way. We will break the laws of biology, damn it.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
“We better contact an adoption agency though too. You know, just in case.”
“That sounds like a better plan. Less fun, but probably more effective.”
“Probably. Aron said the wait list was years. If we do it now, maybe I’ll be definitely ready by the time we get a baby.”
“You spoke to Aron today?”
I nod. “He told me parenthood is so exhausting and the kid’s a brat, but as soon as he found out about your pregnant sister, he was all ‘oh, parenting is the best thing ever.’ I feel like it’s a trap. But it was a convincing one. I want a family with you one day.”
“I want that too.”
Chapter Five
MATT
Thirty thousand feet in the air, somewhere over Kentucky, the reality of going home finally hits. I haven’t been back to Tennessee in ten years unless it’s been for a game, and if any of my family was at those games, I wouldn’t know. I’ve had no desire to step back into that toxic environment. Still don’t.
But Fern is giving birth to my nephew, and she’s asked me to be there, so I’m freaking doing it even if it means seeing the rest of my family who I haven’t spoken to since I was outed four years ago.
Noah’s hand lands on my bouncing leg, stilling it. “Stop.”
“Sorry.”
“You mind joining the pilot in the cockpit?” he asks his flight attendant.
She gives a knowing nod. “We’re landing in thirty minutes.” That’s all she says before she leaves us in the main cabin.
Noah unclicks his seat belt. “Plenty of time.” He sinks to his knees in front of me, but I put my hand on his shoulder.
“Thanks, but I don’t think my head’s in it.”
“That’s the point. You need to relax. And don’t worry, more than just your head can fit in my mouth.” He winks.
There’s really no point in trying to stop him, plus my dick is already on board even if I’m not in the mood.
“Remember the first time we ever hooked up?” Noah says while unzipping my fly. “It was right here, in this very spot.”
“Technically, it was over the Atlantic Ocean.” My mouth is dry, my voice gruff.
“If we want to get technical.” Noah frees me from my jeans. “You were such a grumpy asshole.”
“You were an entitled bastard.”
“I’m still that.” Noah lowers his head, licking the tip of my cock.
I suck in a sharp breath. “And I can still be a grumpy asshole.”
“Not if I’m choking on your dick.” He takes me into his wet heat and sucks me all the way to the root.
“I love your mouth.”
“Mmhmm,” he hums, sending vibrations down to my toes.
“I love you,” I chant. “Love you, love you, love you.”
Noah pulls off with a wet pop. “That’s more like it.” He sucks a finger into his mouth, and I know what’s coming.
“Fuck yes.” I work my pants down my thighs farther and move my ass to the edge of my seat.
When Noah’s mouth goes back to my cock, his finger teases the rim of my ass and slowly pushes inside.
“More,” I demand.
He does as I ask without cracking a joke like he normally would, and not for the first time in the years we’ve been married I’m thankful when Noah knows when I need him to just give instead of continuing the normal push and pull between us.