Total pages in book: 106
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 98643 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 493(@200wpm)___ 395(@250wpm)___ 329(@300wpm)
“Nice try,” Flynn said. “Since the last one will already be out of diapers by the time we decide he or she is the last one, you’re going to need to do better.”
“Fine. Any number of kids you want, I don’t change a single diaper, you still drink the smoothies I make you, and you can fuck me whenever, wherever, and however you want.”
Flynn chuckled. “I already get to do that last part, remember? Don’t worry, I’ll buy you one of those toy dolls that pretends to poop its diaper for real. That way you’ll have something to practice on long before the first kid comes along. Now take me home. You’ve got a lot of riding practice ahead of you.”
Between Flynn’s sexy wink and the knowing smile he shot me when I looked over my shoulder, I was pretty certain my riding practice and the subsequent sore ass I’d have afterwards had absolutely nothing to do with BJ or any other four-legged creature.
“Fine, deal,” I groused.
Flynn leaned down and said, “It’s not a deal if you’re coming on top, sweetheart.”
“You mean coming out on top.”
He chuckled. “You sure?”
“Damn it,” I pretended to grumble under my breath. I leaned back against Flynn and ground my ass against his groin. “By the way, did I mention that I ordered a couple extra hay bales just in case we need them for… something else?”
I was sure I heard Flynn growl a couple of curse words, but since he’d urged BJ into a trot, it was hard to hear. No doubt the man would have had BJ galloping if the terrain and weather would have allowed it. As it was, I was enjoying the ride since Flynn was holding me so tightly against his chest that his dick rubbed against my ass with every step BJ took. I had a feeling we weren’t even going to make it off the freight elevator before Flynn had me pressed up against the wall and his dick lodged deep inside of me.
I smiled the closer we got to my apartment because it hit me that even though we would probably have a lot of decisions that would require a good deal of negotiation, I was pretty sure that not only would I always have the last word, I’d always be the one to come out on top. Either way, it sure as hell was going to be fun trying.
Epilogue
FLYNN
“God,” Jules bit out between breaths before he practically fell off me and flopped onto the sleeping bag.
“Told you it would be worth the wait,” I said. I prepared myself for Jules to disagree with me because he seemed bound and determined to get his way even when I was right. It hadn’t taken me long to figure out his plan despite him trying to make it sound like it’d been my idea to fuck him in every room, on every piece of furniture, and even on the floor of his penthouse apartment. There’d been no reason to argue with him about who was in control because whether he got his way or not, we’d both end up just like we were right now—lying boneless as we enjoyed every second of our post-orgasmic bliss.
We’d stayed in New York for several months so that Jules could finish the process of forcing his father and cousin out of the family business before putting that same business in the capable hands of his staff. They were people Jules trusted; people who had been working for Ray Graves for years and had wanted to keep running the business the way he had. I’d told Jules we could stay in New York permanently if that was what he wanted, but he’d been champing at the bit to get out of the city. We hadn’t made any specific plans for the future, but returning to Black Hills Ranch was at the top of the list.
BJ had gotten plenty of rest and pampering at the hands of several well-paid stable hands who worked for a small equestrian center in Central Park that typically boarded carriage horses and horses that belonged to wealthy patrons. Even if Jules hadn’t been paying them three times their normal fee to spend extra time with my horse, BJ still would have charmed his way into their graces. He had a way of doing that. Between me, Jules, and an incredibly intuitive Banana Jammies, BJ always got the last word, though I wasn’t even sure how that was possible.
That didn’t mean I hadn’t been hankering to teach Jules that he wasn’t always right. When he’d learned that the plan had been to ride back to the ranch on BJ and that the trip would take up to five months, he’d lost it. I’d decided to have a little fun with my soulmate by withholding sex because he wouldn’t take my word for it that he’d enjoy the journey. Luckily, I’d only had to follow through on my ultimatum for a week. Despite his complaints while we’d been holed up in his apartment, he hadn’t had even one negative thing to say once we left the city limits and entered the untamed areas that Mother Nature still had a tight grip on. I’d nearly given up on my promise to withhold sex, but held firm only because I’d been waiting for the perfect time to show Jules why I’d wanted him to ride at least part of the way back to the ranch.