Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 74898 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 374(@200wpm)___ 300(@250wpm)___ 250(@300wpm)
I started to snicker, and Tunnel’s eyes shot to my mouth.
“Bye, girl.” He placed the phone on the counter next to his hand and then started stalking toward me.
I started backing away, and his eyes flared with heat.
“What are you doing?” I asked, looking at him worriedly.
“I’m saying goodbye so I can leave like I should’ve done an hour ago before everyone kept asking me about stupid stuff like pink license plates and shit.”
My lips twitched as I hit the wall, unable to move any further. “I asked you about cars because I want a new one. The one I have is seven years old, and I have to make room.”
“Make room?” he asked.
I nodded.
“Make room.”
“For what?” he pushed.
I bit my lip.
I wasn’t sure yet. Not one hundred percent anyway, but I was ninety nine percent sure.
“For your babies.”
His hand froze halfway to me.
“It’s been two weeks,” he rasped, his eyes serious and hot on mine.
I swallowed, then nodded. “Yeah. That’s enough time.”
“What makes you so sure?” he asked. “Did you take a test?”
I shook my head.
“No,” I said. “But my breasts are so sensitive today. Yesterday they were sensitive, too, but today they’re crazy responsive. Even to my t-shirt.”
I shrugged the sweatshirt I was wearing off and tossed it to the floor.
Tunnel’s eyes zeroed in on my breasts, and he bit his lip as he got his first look at the tight beads of my nipples.
His hand rose, and he trailed just a single finger down the perky tip.
I shivered as wetness started to gather between my legs.
“I’ve had some spotting and cramping,” I continued, a little more breathlessly this time. “And I’m so horny.”
That, he knew.
He knew, because I’d practically jumped his bones the minute I got home from work last night. He’d been sitting in the living room with Sienna, who still didn’t know about him but was becoming so attached to him that it wouldn’t be long before Tunnel would have no choice but to tell her. I’d given him one single look, and he’d followed me to the laundry room.
It was my routine, every night, to change out of my clothes into something that wasn’t coated in hospital cooties. But last night, Tunnel had followed me in, taken one good look at me, and had bent me over the washing machine. He then proceeded to fuck me, make me come, and he did all of that in under six minutes.
This morning, I’d woken him up well before dawn with my mouth. Then, an hour and a half ago, once I’d gotten back from dropping Sienna off at her Explorer camp, I’d forced him to take me again.
Now, here I was an hour and a half later, and I was already needy for him again.
And the moment he realized it was definitely a possibility that I was pregnant with his child, his eyes flared. “I remember when you were pregnant with Dee.”
My mouth curled.
“I have a feeling,” I said, rocking my hips when he crowded in close. “That this is going to be the same.”
He had no words.
Instead, his mouth dropped down to mine.
And then he kissed me.
Seven times.
Seven times.
The ground beneath me pitched, and I fell, straight into Tunnel’s arms.
He’d never let me fall, and he never had.
My breath hitched, and I stared up at him with tears in my eyes.
“I didn’t think I’d ever get that part of you back,” I whispered.
He curled his hand around my hair.
“I had to force myself to stop,” he said. “The urge to do it was still there, though, and it always has been.”
I bit my lip as tears started to fall down my cheeks in torrents.
At first, he tried to kiss them away, but when they became too much for him, he started to focus on my mouth.
Always in groups of seven.
Seven licks.
Seven sucks of my tongue.
Seven feather light kisses around my lips.
“Did I ever tell you that seven has always been my lucky number?” I teased him, trailing the tips of my fingers up his side.
“So how about seven kids?” he teased right back, sliding down to his knees in front of me.
My eyes widened.
“The number seven isn’t that lucky.” I latched onto his hair. “Oh, Tunnel.”
He placed seven kisses just below my navel, and I realized as a tear dropped down onto his head, that I’d never stopped crying.
The tear ran through his unruly locks. He was growing his hair out…for me.
When he’d finally made mention of my hair being way too short, telling me that I would be growing it out from now on, I’d also asked him to do the same for me. Which he said he would…to an extent.
Now I could actually get my fingers locked in it, and I loved it.
“I hope our baby has your curly hair,” I whispered down at my husband.