Total pages in book: 77
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72589 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 363(@200wpm)___ 290(@250wpm)___ 242(@300wpm)
“No,” I agree. “But you have my mom and dad now, and they adore you. I’m sure they’d be happy to give us advice any time we ask for it.” I arch a brow. “And probably when we don’t ask for it, too.”
“Your parents are great,” Tank says.
“I agree. Aside from pushing me a little too hard academically in the areas they thought were most important, I have no complaints,” I say. “Though I don’t want to repeat that pattern. I want our kid to feel free to honor their own unique purpose on the planet, even if that isn’t becoming a doctor or a lawyer or a hockey player or a yogi or…whatever.”
“Our kid,” he echoes, his gaze softening.
“Half you, half me,” I whisper, my heart swelling as I step in, bracing my hands on his chest. “God help the world.”
He exhales a soft laugh, the sound vibrating into my palms. “Nah, I think—”
He cuts off as my phone timer chimes in the side pocket of my yoga pants.
We both freeze for a beat, before I grab the phone and quickly turn it off, my pulse rushing so fast, I suddenly feel dizzy.
CHAPTER 20
STEPHANIE
“You look at it,” I whisper. “I’m too nervous.”
He shakes his head. “Let’s look together.” He takes my hand in his much bigger one and slowly, we turn to face the sink.
We step closer…
Lean in…
And there it is.
Two lines. Clear as day.
“Oh my god, I’m pregnant,” I breathe, the words surreal on my tongue even as joy floods through my bloodstream. “Tank, I’m pregnant. We’re pregnant!”
For a moment, he’s still, staring at the test with a blank expression, before he lets out a sound halfway between a laugh and a sob. He turns to me with a giant smile that banishes any worry that he isn’t every bit as excited about this as I am.
“We’re having a fucking baby!” He lifts me off the ground, hugging me tight. I throw my arms around his neck, laughing and sniffling at the same time.
He sets me down, his hands framing my face. “You okay, beautiful? You’re happy?”
“So happy,” I whisper, blinking away the tears rising in my eyes. “So happy, I can barely hold it all inside me. You?”
“Same, baby. So happy.” He kisses me—soft at first, then deeper, every stroke of his tongue against mine promising he’s going to give me and our baby every bit of love in his big heart.
The kiss deepens, his hands sliding from my face to cradle the back of my neck, fingertips apply just enough pressure to make me moan into his mouth. The sound seems to trigger something for both of us because suddenly he’s pressing me back against the sink. I can feel his cock already hard against my hip, the heat of him searing through our clothes.
“We can’t have sex in the family bathroom,” I say, but when he cups my breast through my shirt, I don’t even think about pushing his hand away.
“Why not? Everyone else is on their way out of here for the weekend,” he murmurs, his teeth scraping my bottom lip before he sucks it into his mouth. His hands drop to my waist, fingers slipping under the hem of my tank top. “And knowing you’re pregnant with my baby is surprisingly fucking hot, Teach.”
I moan, my nipples already peaking, eager for his touch, and my panties well on their way to being ruined.
It is surprisingly hot…
“Need you, baby,” he says. “Now.”
I nod frantically. “Okay, but fast. And quiet,” I say, tugging his shirt over his head. The moment his chest is bare, I skim my nails down his pecs, admiring this gorgeous man whose body is my favorite playground. “Damn, you look good for the beginning of a season…”
“You look good all the time,” he says, pushing my tank top up, until my breasts spill free, nipples already tight and aching. “Look at you,” he murmurs, calloused thumbs brushing over my sensitive tips, making me gasp. “Do they look bigger already or am I crazy?”
“I don’t think…” I bite my lip, groaning as he continues to tease me. “Damn, I can’t think. I’m already so wet, babe. Why aren’t you inside me yet?” I arch into his touch, as I fumble with his belt.
“I don’t know, but let’s fix that.” He shoves his jeans down until his cock springs free, thick and flushed and already leaking at the tip. The sight summons a whimper from my throat. “Your turn,” he rasps, hooking his thumbs into my yoga pants. “Let me see that sweet pussy.”
I wiggle my hips, helping him strip me bare. I step out of the spandex pooled at my feet. “Fuck,” he groans, dragging a finger through my slickness. “So wet, baby. You need to get off, don’t you?”
“Yes,” I gasp, hooking one leg around his waist as I buck into his touch. “I don’t know why I’m already dying for you but I am. Please, babe. Please, now.”