Total pages in book: 88
Estimated words: 86629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 86629 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 433(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
“You need to start seeing a doctor, remember? Well, I hired one to make house calls. She’s waiting downstairs.”
“Good man,” Cathal says with a nod.
“You brought me an OB?” I’m not sure how to feel about that. On the one hand, it’s very sweet, but the doctor who will eventually help birth my baby is kind of a big deal.
“If you dislike her, we’ll get another, and another, and another, until you’re happy.” Connor says it like he’s negotiating the most important contract of his life. He’s always like this, taking everything so seriously, and I have to wonder how he came from these people. Where they’re joyous and kind, he’s reserved and intense, almost ice cold.
But they don’t carry the same weight. Lives don’t depend on them the way they do on Connor. When he goes to work, there’s always the threat of blood. He doesn’t have the luxury of sitting around telling stories and cooking all day.
“Thank you.” I touch his bicep and kiss his cheek. “I really appreciate it.”
That seems to please him.
“He peed on a spider one time,” Rowan says.
“What now?”
“The pee spider story.” She flashes him a maniac smile. “Thought it was the only way to kill it.”
“Monster,” he says, steering me away. “I was six years old and she wasn’t even born yet.”
When we’re in the hallway, I slip my hand into his. “I like them a lot.”
“They’re good people.”
“Even Danielle. She hugged me and thanked me for what I did for Rowan.”
“She can be halfway decent sometimes.” He pulls me against him. “But only sometimes.”
26
ANGIE
Ican’t sleep that night.
Everything’s good with the baby, which was a huge relief. I liked the doctor, although I’m not sure we’ll stick with her yet. Connor’s supportive and open to whatever I want, and he even let me have dinner with his family and stayed for a drink or two with them before going out to work. Now we’re in bed and he’s breathing slowly, in boxer briefs and a black t-shirt, tattoos like black ink on his smooth skin.
But the numbers are bothering me.
After eating, I checked on my mother (high, happy) and retreated to my room. The books were there so I flipped through them again and had my nose stuck to the pages when Connor came home around midnight and forced me to go to bed. I keep closing my eyes, trying to pass out, but it doesn’t stick.
The numbers are wrong.
I keep coming back to that. The numbers are plain wrong. They don’t match up. There’s a hole, or rather, there’s a mountain. It’s not that WashCo is missing cash.
It’s that there’s too much.
I can’t make sense of it, but that UBI company is at the heart.
Why would people associated with the Gallaghers have been paying Connor all these years? Without him noticing it apparently? That would imply someone with access to these books has been hiding it from him.
The list of people who can touch this stuff is very short.
I roll onto my side and study the slope of his jaw. It’s so straight and fine. In sleep, he’s calm. I like him this way. No stress lining his eyes. Nothing slumping his shoulders, hunching his back. This is Connor as he should be.
Free and whole.
I snuggle against him, heart beating quickly. I breathe in his smell. He mutters and one hand snakes around to tug me tighter to his side. My stomach flips and I lean forward to kiss his neck.
He grumbles, still half asleep. I kiss him again and move a leg over top of him—
And my thigh grazes his rock hard dick.
Holy shit.
He’s got the biggest stiff cock I’ve ever felt. I pull back, recoiling in surprise. His eyes flutter open, brow creasing as I reach out.
I should let him sleep.
Instead, my hand slides over his shaft, gripping and squeezing.
Oh my god.
It’s like iron. It’s incredible. My core flutters and pulses and heat fills my cheeks. I’m in a tank top and panties, and I’m burning up. I stroke his dick slowly, rolling around the tip, marveling at his size. He’s massive.
He’s awake now. I can tell by the way he’s breathing. I keep stroking and feel his hand move down between my legs. I bite my lip as he touches me back, teasing me open.
“Should I let you go back to sleep?” I whisper, mouth watering as I touch him faster.
“I’m not tired.” He slips his fingers down my panties and cups my wet pussy. “I take it you aren’t either.”
“Sorry. Can’t sleep.”
“Don’t apologize for wanting me, wife.”
I tug his boxer briefs down, releasing his glorious erection. He’s so stiff it’s magical. I wrap my hand around him, fingertips not touching as I stroke up and down. He’s working my pussy now, deftly rolling around my clit, sinking inside, pulling back out. It feels like heaven, but it’s his insane dick that’s driving me wild.