"It will be a lot for us to handle." She smiles that smile that tells me that she wants what I'm offering. I see that look on her face all the time when I'm perched between her legs with my face or my cock. My hands make her happy too.
"We have each other, my parents, Sarah and her husband, Clinton and your nieces, Tilde, Eda and Dino if they can tear themselves away from each other to jump in and help. Jersey and his wife will babysit if we're in a pinch."
"Adley will want to help us too." She purses her lips. "Crew can too."
"He set her up with his brother for tonight." I yank the cap off my head. "You think she'll hit it off with Kade?"
"No," she says matter-of-factly. "Adley is going to marry Crew one day. Mark my words."
"I don't see it but I trust you." I pull her close. "Do you trust me?"
"With everything."
"I'm going to fuck you right here." I lift her onto the kitchen counter as she squeals. "We'll start practicing right now for baby making."
"You don't need any practice," she purrs as she tugs my T-shirt over my head. "You've got it all figured out."
"Do I?" I rip open the front of her blouse. Buttons go flying. They bounce off the counter and onto the floor.
"You ruined my shirt, Nolan." She fake pouts. "Do you remember when you ruined my panties that first night we were together?"
"I remember," I begin before I unclasp her bra and give her right nipple a quick lick. "I remember that it felt like my first time that night."
"How? It was far from your first time." Her hands drop to my jeans. "It was like your ten-thousandth time."
"Ellie." I cradle her delicate face in my hands. I rest my forehead against hers, smelling her sweet skin, staring into her blue eyes. "That night was the first time I felt anything inside. My heart broke open that night. You let the light in."
She leans forward to kiss me. "You're what dreams are made of."
I kiss her back, harder. "You're what beautiful lives are made of and I'm grateful every second of every day that this is my life."
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Preview of TENSE
A Two Part Novel Series Featuring Nicholas Wolf
"Do you like it? Some people have said it's too long. It's actually quite thick when you're holding it in your hands, isn't it?" The tone is low and throaty, emanating somewhere from my right.
Such is the conversation on subway trains in New York City. You'd think I'd be oblivious to it all by now. Most of those who have lived here for decades have an innate ability to silence the staccato sounds of voices, traffic, and the underlying hum that is constantly hanging in the air in Manhattan.
For those of us who are considered fresh transplants, the timbres of the city are still part of its irrefutable charm. I never thought I'd get accustomed to the constant buzz of the traffic when I closed my eyes to sleep each night but now it's the lull that helps me drift off. I've only been here two years but I know that I'd long for the frenzied energy of this place if I ever decided to move back home to Florida.
"I'd like your honest opinion." I feel the slight pressure of a strong shoulder rub against mine. "Chapter seven is my personal favorite. Have you gotten that far yet?"
I glance down at the thick book resting on my lap. I know, without a doubt now, that he's talking to me. I've already had two, one-sided, conversations today about the book. One was with a woman waiting in line at the dry cleaners. The other was just fifteen minutes ago with the man who runs the bodega by my office. In both cases, I just smiled, nodded and listened to them rattle on about the awe inspiring detective novel I'm lugging around Manhattan with me.
"I haven't," I say quietly without looking at him.
No eye contact will make it easier for me to ignore him if he persists. I'm not a rude person but I do know how to protect myself with a perimeter of ignorance. Men give up easily if you pretend they don't exist. Most men do, that is. This one doesn’t seem to be taking the hint.
"Have far are you?" A large hand brushes against my skirt. "You at least got past the first chapter, right?"
Physical touching is a no-no. I scoot more to my left, trying to gain even a few more inches in distance from him. This train is bursting at capacity with commuters. Part of that is the time of day and the other is the route.