AllFreeNovel
Share Us
Peppa barks some more in Keen’s direction, and I grin at the fact that he’s growing some balls and actually stepping into the water. My little dog might not know it yet, but under there somewhere is a beast waiting to get out.
Will
“What are you talking about ‘beast waiting to get out’? Are you on about your cock again?” I crook a brow in Con’s direction as I wring out my wet hair and stare down at him.
His eyes trail up my body, making my nipples pucker under his scrutiny and my tongue dart out to lick my suddenly dry lips.
“I was talking about Peppa.” He smirks and points toward the dog, breaking my dirty trail of thoughts once again.
I scoff and spin to face Peppa quaking beside the water’s edge, backing away each time a wave hits the shore. “There’s more beast in Pussy than in Peppa.”
Con narrows his eyes. “I’ll show you fucking beast, come here.” He pulls on my legs, forcing me to fall into him so I’m straddling his thighs. I can’t help but grind against his cock and pant into his neck.
“Fuck, Will. You ready for fucking again?” I thrust my hips against him for emphasis, and my bikini bottoms dampen with my arousal when he swells beneath me.
He takes my hair in one hand and tugs my head back, peppering kisses down my neck, making me moan.
He freezes, making my head dart to him in question. Con’s eyes have narrowed on something over my shoulder, making me glance behind me to Miguel and Keen still feeding the turtles. “What’s wrong?”
“Miguel, he keeps looking over here like he wants to eat me.” He frowns, making a cute line appear between his eyes.
I can’t help but giggle. “He does want to eat you, Con. Alll of you.”
The shock registers on his face as amusement takes over mine. “Seriously?” Con grimaces.
I thrust my hips against him some more. But he holds me firmly in place, stopping me from moving again.
His eyes meet mine. “Will, baby. Don’t get me all excited while Keen is so close, and I don’t want Miguel getting a stiffy around our son either.”
I push off Con in realization, yet again my horniness has taken over me. “Shit, you’re right.” I stumble, making my ass hit the sand and Peppa to come running over to me, yapping with excitement.
“You okay, baby.” Con stands above me, holding out his hand to help me up. His ripped muscles are bunched tight, and there’s a clear bulge in his shorts, no wonder Miguel wants a piece of my husband.
He’s enough to make a nunnery have a tsunami.
ChapterFive
Will
I place the stick down on the counter and pace while chewing on the corner of my fingernail. A knock at the bathroom door startles me. “Will? Are you okay? Dinner’s ready.”
I glance back down at the stick, willing the timer to hurry. “Won’t be a minute.”
Staring into the mirror, I ignore the fact I have makeup on and lean over the sink to splash my face with water in hopes that it clears my head a little.
Then I pick up the pregnancy test with trembly hands, remembering the last time I held one of these, and although I know Con would have a much different reaction now than he did back then, I can’t help the nervous feeling taking over me at the thought of a positive result.
Taking one last look at the test, I shove it into my purse and steel my spine. Maybe by next month my confidence will have grown enough to own this pregnancy mission of ours.
I tug open the bathroom door and gasp as my bare feet hit red rose petals much like the ones at our wedding.
I follow the trail of petals outside onto the sand, standing beside a candlelit table is my husband. He looks edible in an open-collared white shirt, exposing his tanned chest, and dark slacks with bare feet. He holds a bottle of champagne that he pops as I approach. My eyes fill with tears, he’s everything I ever wanted and more. I know I’m the luckiest woman alive right now, and I need him to know it too.
He swallows thickly, emotion clear in his gaze too. His eyes trail down my summer dress and leisurely back up to my face. “Will, you look beautiful.”
Con holds out a glass of the champagne for me, and when our fingers touch for me to take it, it sends a thousand goose bumps over my body, causing me to lick my lips. His eyes latch on to the movement, and I take pride in the fact that I affect my husband as much as he does me. The bulge in his pants evident.
“Knew I should have fucked you before dinner,” he grumbles as he pulls out my chair. I giggle as I take the seat.
