Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23355 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 117(@200wpm)___ 93(@250wpm)___ 78(@300wpm)
"Yeah?" Her voice is high and breathless.
"Yeah." I move my fingers, slowly stretching her open, preparing her for something much larger. "So good."
After a few minutes, Laurie is rocking back against my fingers, her moans muffled by the pillow. I'm about to ask her if she's ready when she turns her head to look at me. "Please, Daddy."
I groan. "Fuck." I pull my fingers out slowly and apply more lube. "Anything for you, baby,"
I coax her onto her hands and knees, and it's slow going at first, the head of my cock barely penetrating her. But slowly, Laurie relaxes, pushing back against me restlessly until I give her more. Finally, I sink into her, bottoming out and groaning at the tight heat that envelops me.
"Holy shit," Laurie pants. "That's...holy shit."
I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her upright so that she's kneeling, her back pressed to my chest. My fingers find her clit, rubbing circles over it while I fuck her slowly, slowly. "How does it feel?" I whisper, licking the shell of her ear.
"Oh God," she moans. "So full, so good. Don't stop!"
I increase the pace of my thrusts, fucking her harder while I toy with her clit. "Come for me, baby," I whisper. "I want to feel you come around my cock."
"Yes, Daddy, " she gasps, her entire body shaking. I turn her face to kiss her, swallowing her moans and fucking her until she’s shattering in my hands. Laurie comes hard, her back channel bearing down hard on my cock.
It's almost too much. "Laurie, fuck!"
"Come in me, Daddy. Fill me up."
That's all it takes, and I'm coming hard, holding her close to me as we both ride out our orgasms. After a moment, I lay her down on the mattress and spoon her, pressing soft kisses to her shoulders while we catch our breath.
"That," Laurie finally manages to say, a smile in her voice, "was a hell of a proposal."
"I'll do it right," I promise. "With the ring, down on one knee, all of it. I just couldn't go another second without knowing you're mine."
"I believe you. Plus, it's not like we've done anything the normal way." She snuggles back into me, and I'm already thinking about the next way I can have her. "I love you, Adam."
"I love you, too, future wife." I turn her head just enough to kiss her sweet mouth. "Rest up. We've got a lot of catching up to do."
EPILOGUE
LAURIE
One Year Later
Sometimes, it’s almost impossible for me to believe it’s been a year since everything changed. I glance at the warm, wrapped little bundle in my arms, its tiny, barely visible face filling me with an unexplainable love.
Our daughter, Emily, is only a month old, and she's stolen both of our hearts. But now, sitting in the driveway of the Cartwright house, I'm wondering if she can not only steal the hearts of her grandparents but heal the rift between them and us as well.
I shift in the seat, glancing at the house. The same house where Adam and I fell in love. The same house that, a year ago, I never imagined I’d walk into with a baby.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm the nerves buzzing in my stomach. “Adam,” I murmur, my voice quiet and full of doubt. “What if they don’t accept us? What if … what if they can’t get past everything?”
He takes my hand, his touch calming me in ways only he can. "Then we'll give them more time. I sure as hell won't beg, Laurie, but we have time."
I swallow, tears pricking at my eyes as I nod. He's right. They didn't come to our wedding, and we didn't bother telling them about the birth, but somehow my mom found out she was a grandma and extended an olive branch in the form of this dinner tonight. "It's just…I don't know. This feels big."
"It is. But we've got Emily, and they'll be too busy falling in love to worry about anything else."
I laugh softly, glancing down at Emily, who’s fast asleep, a little sigh escaping her lips. She’s already so loved, so perfect. If they can’t see that, I don’t know what to do.
“Let’s do this,” I say, my voice finally steady.
We walk toward the front door, side by side. My pulse goes fluttery again, but Adam’s hand on my lower back is a quiet reassurance that I can handle whatever comes.
We reach the door, and I’m surprised when it swings open before we even have the chance to knock. My mother stands there, her face lighting up with pure joy as her eyes land on the tiny bundle in my arms. Her expression softens, tears welling up almost instantly.
“Laurie!” she exclaims, her voice choked with emotion. “Oh my God, look at you, and look at this precious little angel!”