Total pages in book: 37
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35740 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 179(@200wpm)___ 143(@250wpm)___ 119(@300wpm)
“I have a son,” I gasp, ripping off the band-aid. “I have a son and his name’s Legend, and he’s my life. I can’t change that. I wouldn’t even if I could. So there, now you know, and you can—”
“I already knew,” he says, taking my hand and drawing it to his face to kiss the backs of my fingers. “I've known since the beginning. I was waiting for you to trust me enough to tell me."
“How?” Tears prick my eyes as he shrugs. "When I asked about kids, you said 'no way'—"
"I meant no way had I ever wanted kids. That was true, before." He pulls me closer, pressing a kiss to my forehead. "No half-hearted bullshit from me. When I’m in, I’m in. I was so damn glad I hadn't made babies with anyone else. Because all I could think about was making them with you. I’m the Sheriff, I pulled up your entire file the second you left my house that first day."
The words break something open in my chest. Something that feels like hope.
"Wait. You want kids with me?"
"Baby girl, I want everything with you." His hand slides down to rest on my belly. "Everything. All I was waiting for was for you to be ready for the same, ready to trust me with your truths. All of them." He kisses me softly, just a brush of lips. "Are you on birth control?"
The question catches me off guard. "What?"
"Birth control. Are you on it?"
"Yes. Implant. Three years left." Heat floods my cheeks as his eyes turn dark.
"Tomorrow we’re looking into how to fix that." Something predatory flickers in his expression. "Right now I'm going to fill you up anyway, see if we can’t beat that failure percentage."
Before I can ask what he means, he's kissing me again. But this time it's not soft or gentle. This time it's claiming, possessive, full of barely leashed hunger.
This time, I don't hesitate.
He undresses me as he drags and carries me through the house. Clothes discarded, flung away to be collected later. When I'm left in nothing but a soft bra and panties, spread out on my bed, he takes a step back and just looks at me.
"Fucking perfect," he breathes. "Every inch of you. All these gorgeous curves, this soft skin... made for me to worship."
Then he's stripping off his own clothes, and I get my first real look at him. All that muscle I felt through his shirts, the broad chest covered in dark hair, the tattoo over his heart. He's beautiful in a rough, masculine way that makes my mouth go dry.
And then I see the scar.
It's on his right glute, puckered and still slightly pink. The gunshot wound I've been treating, but seeing it in context makes it somehow more real.
"Does it hurt?"
"Not anymore." He settles between my thighs, bracing himself on his forearms. "Nothing hurts when I'm with you."
The words make my chest tight with emotion. Then he's kissing me again, deep and thorough, and I stop thinking about anything except the weight of him on top of me.
"This body belongs to me," he says against my throat, his hand skimming down my side. "Every soft inch of it."
"Yes, Daddy," I breathe.
"Good girl." His fingers stroke me through my panties, tracing my body like he wants to memorize every inch. "So responsive. So wet already. So perfect for me."
He works me with his hands until I'm gasping and squirming beneath him, right on the edge but not quite there.
"Please," I whisper. "Colt, please—"
"Please what, baby girl?"
"I need you. Inside me. Please."
"That's my good girl. Asking so pretty." He positions himself at my entrance, his head just barely pressing in. "You'll never doubt this again, will you? That you're mine?"
"Never," I promise.
"Good girl."
He licks his lips as he stares at me, and I know my panties are soaked through right now. I can smell my own need in the air even as he takes a deep inhale.
“Sweet Christ,” he mutters, throat working hard enough to choke on my scent. “No way this’ll fit.” He gestures at himself with a shaky hand, sweat dripping onto his chest. His cock stands tall below it, so thick it’s almost frightening as he drags me toward him by the ankles and growls. “But it’s going to, baby. I’m sorry, but this dick is going inside that pussy one way or another.”
I gasp when he yanks down my panties, tossing them carelessly aside. My heart hammers as he glares between his erection and my core like we’re both unsolvable riddles. “We’ll make it fit.”
“Damn right we will.” His voice cracks. He’s panting so hard his stomach quivers against me. “You better hold on.”
“I will,” I whisper, but when he spears a finger inside without warning, my breath stutters into a choked sob. His hips buck against my ass like he can’t control himself either.