Total pages in book: 35
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 33589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 168(@200wpm)___ 134(@250wpm)___ 112(@300wpm)
That it does. Like always, it turns to putty in his capable hands. Even though he just made me come moments ago, he makes me want him again.
I can never get enough of him to satisfy my craving.
I wake up wanting him.
I go to bed wanting him.
When I eat, when I sleep.
If I’m breathing, I am wanting him.
I don’t know how I could ever live without him now, and I guess that’s what scares me.
“What if it wasn’t?” I ask softly. “I know, I know, it is,” I say to humor him. “But you did let them fuck me without a condom that night, Marcus. That is the week I got pregnant.”
He kisses my neck. “I fucked you 42,000 times that week, Jessa. That’s why you got pregnant.”
I bite back a smile. “I didn’t realize you counted,” I tease.
“Mm-hmm.” He lightly nips at my neck, then kisses the spot to soothe it. Finally, pulling back, he meets my gaze. “And even if by some miraculous occurrence it wasn’t one of those 42,000 times, even if by accident of fate it was the one time it was my brother coming inside you instead of me, it wouldn’t matter. We’re brothers. We would still be family. And I intend on putting several more babies in you before all is said and done.”
“Oh yeah?” I ask, smiling.
Marcus and I never actually discussed having children. Obviously not before, but not after we were married either. He knew I wanted a family, so I just assumed we would. Then I turned up pregnant shortly after our honeymoon to Fiji, and I was actually terrified to tell him. What if…?
But he never even seemed to consider the possibility that it could have been anyone else. And honestly, I should know by now that reality bends to that man’s will. If he says it’s his baby, then it is.
It will be his baby either way, I’m just happy to hear him say it. We’ve been so happy, the idea of anything possibly fracturing what we have is unbearable.
I should have known better. Marcus would never allow anything to come between us.
“You got a problem with that, pretty girl?”
I smile, letting my eyes drift closed as my husband makes love to my neck. “Nope. You can put as many babies in me as you want.”
He pulls back and grins at me. “Now that’s what I like to hear.”
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“We just made it,” I announce victoriously as I catch sight of the big-screen television and see the opening screen of the Macy’s Thanksgiving parade.
“Told you we would.”
A little girl in the living room looks up from munching on crackers to call, “Uncle Marcus and Aunt Jessa are here.”
Julia comes through the archway from the kitchen, flashing us smiles as she passes her daughter. “Hey,” she says cheerfully, stopping in front of us. “And how’s my little peanut?” she asks my stomach, lovingly caressing it. “Are you being nice to Mommy?”
“The peanut is being very nice to Mommy,” I assure her. “We’ll see if that changes at dinner, but for now, all good.”
She shakes her head. “When I was pregnant with Layla, she would not let me eat vegetables.”
“Veggies are yucky,” Layla announces before crunching on another cracker.
“Hey, she knows what she likes,” Marcus jokes.
Julia smiles at her daughter, then jumps when Jared surprises her by coming around the corner.
“There’s my beautiful wife,” he says, grabbing her around the waist the way he’s taken to doing lately. She smiles as he tugs her closer, and his hand lingers at her waist as he strokes the sweater. “Oh, this is soft.”
“Isn’t it?” she murmurs, just before their lips touch. “I thought you’d like it.”
“I do.” Jared smiles at her, and it takes him a moment to even notice we’re here. “Oh, hey, Jess. Marcus.”
“Good to see you,” Marcus says, holding up the packs of dinner rolls we brought with us. “I should probably take these to the kitchen.”
“Let me do it,” I say, taking them from him. “You go sit down. I’ll be in to watch the parade with you in a minute.”
“You sure? You’re more excited to watch it than I am.”
I nod, though I’m not entirely excited about this next task. “I should say hi to your mom.”
“All right.” Reluctantly, he lets me go and heads for the living room.
I watch, my face tugging into a helpless smile when he scoops up his niece on the way to the couch. She shrieks, then giggles, then throws her arms around his neck and sits on his lap to watch the parade.
My heart aches, it’s so damn full.
“He should know better than to do things like that when you’re pregnant,” Julia says lightly.
“It takes almost nothing to dissolve me into a puddle of tears,” I confess, ignoring the stinging behind my eyes. “He’s gonna be the best dad. I love him so much.”