Page 52 of Beautiful Crazy
“Guess who I just got off the phone with?”
Sutton’s eyes widen with curiosity. “Who?”
“Uncle Graham. He asked if you wanted to spend the night tonight. He and Aunt Megan are heading to Seforde tomorrow to pick up the crib for the baby, and they know you love the donut shop there.”
“Really?!”
“Yeah, what do you say?”
“I say yes, of course!”
Gemma giggles at his excitement. “Okay, I’ll text him and let him know I’ll drop you off after dinner. “How about you go wash up before weeat.”
“Can I dump in the butter and milk first?”
Smiling down at her son, she brings her hand up to the back of his head, ruffling the hair back there. “Sure, babe.”
The love she has for him is evident for anyone to see. It’s a beautiful sight, and I feel privileged to be able to witness it. He’s so sweet and empathetic and helpful, and it just shows how well she’s done raising him. I admire who Gemma is as a mother, and I know how lucky Sutton is to have a mom like her.
Not to mention, watching her be a mom is incredibly sexy.
It has to be a primal reaction, watching her do something we are biologically designed to do. There’s nothing sexier than that.
Gemma and I haven’t done anything else since that first night, but I hope to change that soon. I’ve been dying to have another taste of her. Dying to have her put her soft hands on me. Dying to capture her lips with mine again, flick my tongue against hers.
After Sutton helps get the ingredients into the pot, he rushes out of the kitchen to wash up in the bathroom. Gemma comes to a stop beside me, head turning toward me as her eyes drift up to my face, a sultry grin sliding into place.
“Hey, Mr. Windward.”
I huff out a laugh as I stir in the sauce packets. “Hey, mama.”
Her eyes darken, the sight making my balls throb. “I like when you call me that,” she says, a faint tinge of pink splashing her cheeks.
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. It’s not something I ever considered I’d find hot, but coming from you, it does it for me.”
Glancing behind me and making sure Sutton isn’t coming, I lean down and press my mouth to hers, feeling the way she inhales sharply as my tongue glides along her lower lip, sweeping inside as she parts. It’s a quick kiss, over before it barely even begins, but it lights my blood on fire all the same.
“So, Sutton’s going to be gone tonight?” I ask hoarsely, a smirk full of mischief curling my lips.
Gemma bites down on her bottom lip, nodding. “Yup, and I was thinking, maybe when I get home from dropping him off, I could come over to your place?”
“Oh, is that right?”
“Yeah, and maybe we could have a few drinks, and I could properly thank you for all you’ve done for me this week.” Her eyes dip down, taking in my lips as she licks her own, all the blood in my body rushing to my thickening cock.
“Only if I get to taste your sweet cunt again,” I husk, wondering if she’s wet right now. Unable to help myself, I turn, pressing my ass against the edge of the stove as I bring my hand to the front of her waist, slipping underneath the flowy shorts she’s wearing. I glance around one more time, making sure we aren’t in danger of being interrupted as I sink lower, underneath her panties, running my middle finger through her slit, pleased as fuck to find her hot and slick already.
Gemma gasps, chomping down on her bottom lip again to stifle the noise as I sink my finger into her tight, welcoming cunt. A groan rumbles in my chest as I feel herwalls clench around the digit, practically begging for me to add another.
But not yet.
Withdrawing my hand from her pants, I hold her heated gaze as I bring the finger up to my mouth, licking it clean.
“So fucking sweet,” I growl. “My new favorite treat. I can’t get enough.”
Cheeks flushed and her lips parted, she doesn’t say anything, but the desire overflowing from her eyes says all I need to know. That’s she is as into the idea as I am.