Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97037 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 485(@200wpm)___ 388(@250wpm)___ 323(@300wpm)
“In the winter, the pond freezes over for skating.”
My lips quirk. “So, it does have a rink.”
He shrugs. “A small one.”
I chuckle softly as I tip my head up to eye him. “Did you check on things?”
“Just one,” he says, kissing my nose.
“And what was that?” I ask, pulling my brows in.
“Your reaction.”
I press my lips together. “I’m not following.”
He turns me then, wrapping his arms around my waist. His lips trail along my jaw before my eyes settle on my grandmother and his girls, each with a separate framed cross-stitch in their hands that, together, read:
This. House. Is. Ours.
I gasp loudly before looking up at him in shock. “What?”
“I bought this for us,” he tells me, love in his eyes. “When I saw the plans, it reminded me of everything you love. You said once you wanted a loft so we can put a Christmas tree up there, and I want to do that with you. It has a pond we can skate on in the winter. A porch we can drink wine and eat snacks on in the evening. It has wildflowers, Fable. This house is us.”
My eyes are misty as I nod. “It’s perfect.”
“You’re perfect,” he whispers, kissing my nose again. “I want to make a home with you, Fable, and this one spoke to my soul. Just as you do.” He cups my jaw, holding his lips to mine as he tells me, “Make a home with me.”
As I gaze into his beautiful eyes, I fall deeper in love with him. Each day, something new has me falling ever so hopelessly for him. His support, his belief in me, his dedication to me—it’s all I could ever ask for. I may overthink this later, but I know I can grant him his request and more. “As if I’d say no.”
The girls all let out whoops as Jett cradles me in his arms to kiss me enthusiastically, leaving my heart to explode in my chest.
I never felt the security of a home, and I never thought I would.
But maybe home isn’t a place. Maybe it’s better because it’s a guy who makes me feel alive.
CHAPTER
THIRTY-THREE
Jett
I love having Fable in my office.
Especially when she’s wearing a little white tank that gives me a perfect view of her teardrop-shaped boobs, nipples and little piercings, and leggings that are painted on her shapely legs. She looks good enough to eat, and I’m rather starving. She sits in the chair across from me, her feet up on the armrest as she makes notes on the travel team tournaments packet we’re working on. I just finished it and want her opinion. She’s been in here all morning, showing me different ideas for the house and ordering some furniture. We’re having some of the contents of her storage unit in Chicago shipped here to bring her knickknacks, photos, and books home. She’s selling her furniture, though, because she wants to start fresh with me.
Fable is staying.
She’s mine.
Her reaction to the cabin was everything I wanted, and I’m ready to move in. We can sleep on a damn blow-up mattress, for all I care. I just want to be in our home, with my girl. When I say that, she side-eyes me and shakes her head. “We both won’t be able to walk, much less skate, if we sleep on a blow-up mattress. We’re fine, Jett.”
She’s not wrong. My back isn’t right if I’m not on my orthopedic bed. “I know, but I want to sleep with you in our home.”
Her eyes fill with excitement. “I do too, so instead of distracting me with this, let me buy stuff.”
I scoff, arching a brow. “You want me to approve that packet without your opinion?”
“No,” she mumbles. “Hush. I’m trying to focus.”
I grin, leaning back in my chair as I watch her. She has her pen in her mouth, her brows furrowed, looking too damn good for words. “If you’re able to focus, then I’m not doing my job.”
Her eyes cut to mine. “Jett,” she warns, and I flash her a boyish grin that I know gets her going.
“Do you want kids?”
She slams the papers on her thighs and looks at me skeptically, “Wow. Now? We want to talk about this now?”
I hold back my smile as I shrug. “Just curious.”
Her eyes search mine as she relaxes a bit. “I don’t know. Would it be okay if I wanted to be selfish and have you only to myself?”
“Not selfish at all.”
“Do you?”
I lick my lips, letting my eyes trail along her body. “I’d love to fill you up with my come and watch that belly grow, but we might be a bit old.”
“You’re old,” she quips with a grin, and I snort since we both know we’re the same age.
Her lips tip up as her eyes flash with heat. A flush moves up her neck to her cheeks as I waggle my brows. Her laughter hits me straight in my heart as she asks, “So, maybe we’d adopt?”