Page 91 of Beautiful Crazy
I reach a hand around her, finding her swollen clit with the pads of my fingers, circling it while I pound into her, pleasure soaring through my body like electricity. “Fuck, I cannot get enough of you,” I growl. “You’re so fucking sexy when you beg for my cock. Knowing that you’ve been aching for me to do this while we’re around your family.” A groan claws up my throat. “So fucking needy just for me, aren’t you, mama?”
“Yes!” she pants. “Fuck, yes. Don’t stop.”
“Is my girl going to come all over my cock?”
She nods her head feverishly, moaning.
“Yeah, you fucking are. Then I’m going to fill you with my cum like you begged me to. Fuck, I’m going to enjoy knowing that I’ll be leaking out of you for the rest of the night, nobody but us knowing what a filthy girl you are.”
“Oh, fuck. Everett… oh, god!” Gemma throws her head back onto my shoulder as I feel her let go. Her pussy squeezes the hell out of my cock as her clit pulses under my touch. I stroke her through the whole thing, my balls drawing up once she’s finished.
“That’s my good fucking girl,” I groan. “Ready for me to fillyou up, mama?”
“Yes.” The word is breathy and so fucking delicious. “Come in me, Everett.”
And fuck, do I ever. My release hits mehard, and I have to slap a hand against the wall to steady myself as I spill deep inside her warm cunt.
Once I pull out of her, I fix her panties and dress before tucking myself away. Gemma turns around, bringing her hands up to cup my face. “I love you.”
My stomach dips. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say that.
“I love you,” I rasp, meaning it with my entire chest.
We return to the group; they’re still sitting where we left them. It’s more than obvious by the smirk Georgia gives us, that she’s fully aware of what just went down, but everybody else seems none the wiser.
“Everett, can you take me to play some games before we leave?” Sutton asks.
“Me too!” Beau chimes in.
I chuckle at their excitement. “Sure, let’s go, boys.” Meeting Gemma’s gaze, I say, “We’ll be back.”
She nods, a small smile playing on her lips.
By the time we make it back home later on, my cheeks hurt from smiling so much and my chest is filled with so much love and happiness.
This is my life now.
And it’s only going to get better with time.
Thirty-Eight
Gemma
My stomach is in knots, and it feels like my heart is about to beat right out of my chest as I hear a knock on the door.
It’s showtime.
“Want me to get it, Mom?” Sutton asks, poking his head out of his room.
Brushing a hand through his hair, I smile at him. “No, that’s okay, babe. I’ll get it.”
Nausea hits me, rolling over me like a violent wave, and I can’t tell if it’s morning sickness or if it’s nerves. Might be a little bit of both. It’s been a little over six weeks since I found out I was pregnant, and today is the day Everett and I sit down with Sutton and tell him that he’s going to be a big brother. I wanted to make sure I made it past the twelve-week mark before telling him in case anything went wrong, especially since my OB-GYN used the term “geriatric pregnancy.”
It’s been torture keeping this from Sutton, and I’m so excited to finally tell him, but now that the time has come, I’m way more nervous than I thought I would be. It wasn’t that long ago that I shook his little world up by telling him I was dating his teacher. Now we’re going to shake it up even more by throwing a baby into the mix.
He could hate the idea.
I doubt it, but the thought is definitely in the back of my mind.