Here’s a teaser from the next chapter of Forbidden Pleasures.
If all goes as planned it should be up in the next couple of days … but we all know things always don’t go as we plan, so we’ll see!
I woke up to find Sookie missing from bed.Figuring she must be sick again, I headed straight for the bathroom to find it empty. As much as I desperately wanted to crawl back in the bed, I figured that if she wasn’t sick, then she and Hunter must be up and she was probably cooking breakfast, so I relieved myself, took my medication, splashed some water on my face, and was brushing my teeth when it hit me … SHE SAID YES!
I was going to marry Sookie and I couldn’t wait!I felt like such a fucking nancy to be so freaking excited about getting married, but I didn’t give a shit … I was in love with the perfect woman and she was going to marry me and have my child … and I was also getting Hunter, who I was proud to call my son, with the whole deal! I couldn’t have been happier and my life was definitely good!
With a smile on my face, I threw on a t-shirt, and headed for the kitchen. I was going to suggest to Sookie that we announce our engagement tomorrow night along with the pregnancy.I was also hoping she’d be ready to set a date … the sooner the better as far as I was concerned … I couldn’t wait to be her husband.
On my way to the kitchen, I was surprised to find Sookie and Killer curled up on the couch in the living room along my way. Killer, jumped up and started barking as soon as I approached them, waking Sookie in the process.
“Hush, Killer, I’m not going to hurt her,” I commanded.
He really was a protective and territorial little fucker … he didn’t like it one bit when we snuck up on each other while we slept and he really hated it when Sookie and I made love. Honestly, I was pretty sure he thought we were hurting each other because of the noises we made … the grunts, groans, and, moans. He absolutely abhorred violence of any kind. For that reason, I was glad that he’d taken to usually sleeping with Hunter … don’t get me wrong, I missed spooning the little guy, but I’d rather make love to Sookie.
“Baby, why are you out here?” I asked.
“Don’t you remember?” she yawned.
Nope … sure don’t, I thought, slightly worried, as I tried to figure out what I was supposed to be remembering.
“Remember what exactly?” I finally questioned, nervously wondering what I’d done … this time.
As much as I hated to admit it, this wasn’t the first time I’d found Sookie on the couch since I’d been staying here … I’d found her there twice before. Apparently, I had some pretty unruly sleeping habits that I never knew about … like talking, snoring, gritting my teeth, stealing the covers, and taking up the whole bed and refusing to budge … at least those were the ones Sookie’d complained about.