Chapter 65 Everett
EVERETT
Her sweet scent, the softness of her skin, the little mewls and whimpers that spill from her lips as I do the most simple of things to her. They’re addicting. All I can think about is earning more.
I want everything. And for the first time in my life, I don’t just want it once. I want it over, and over, and over, and just when I think I might be done, I’m pretty sure I’m going to want it again.
Dragging the other side of her bra down, I give that nipple the same treatment, sucking it into my mouth, nipping it with my teeth, all the while keeping my eyes locked on hers.
I’m pretty sure if I kept doing this, she’d come from nipple stimulation alone. But as hot as that would be, I want to give her more. Maybe that’s something we can play with another day.
Slipping one hand behind her back, I undo the clasp and tug the fabric away from her body.
I sit up and just gaze down at her. Full, swollen breasts, small, rounded belly, lips red from my kiss and eyes wide and wild. Fuck yeah. This woman right here? She’s mine. All fucking mine.
She cries out when I take both her breasts in my palms, squeezing them gently.
“Oh God, more. Please, Rett, more.”
Hearing her call me by my nickname after spending weeks refusing to do so does things to me.
I find her lips again, tasting her, sucking on her tongue while my fingers gently pinch and pull her nipples, making her gasp and moan, and when I think she’s on the edge, I shimmy down the bed, kissing, licking and sucking every bit of skin I meet.
“Shit,” she hisses, pushing up on her elbows when I trail kisses across her swollen belly.
The fact that a baby we both created is growing right beneath her skin blows my fucking mind.
I pause, pressing my forehead against her skin, making them a promise. One that I hope like hell I can keep.
“Everett?” Bea whispers, her fingers threading through my hair.
I glance up, terrified for a moment that her using my full name means this is over. But the second I look into her eyes, I know that’s not true.
Shoving down my fears over my future qualities as a father, I focus on the task at hand.
Bea trembles as I tuck my fingers under the sides of her panties. She bites down on her bottom lip as I tug, nerves rolling off her in waves as the lace grazes over her thighs.
The moment they’ve cleared her feet, I wrap my fingers around her ankles, lifting her legs before planting her feet flat on the bed, exposing her to me.
My breath catches at the sight of her slick pussy, and my mouth waters.
That first time we were together was explosive, but it barely scratched the surface of what I wanted to experience with her. Tonight, though, and every day going forward, I want to indulge in everything I possibly can.
“Do you have any idea how long I’ve been dreaming about this?” I ask as I slide my palms down the insides of her trembling thighs. “Every single night since I first laid eyes on you, I’ve wanted a taste. I barely got it that night. But tonight…”
“Rett,” she whimpers, her hips rolling.
“Goddamn, Bea. You’re all I can think about.”
Spreading her legs wider, I drop to my stomach, my mouth so close to where I want it to be.
I breathe her in, committing the sweet scent to my memory before I lean forward and lick up the length of her pussy.
The hand that’s still in my hair fists so tightly, I swear she’s going to pull some out.
With her taste coating my tongue, I set to work, giving her all my best moves, which has her on the brink of orgasm in only a few minutes.
“Oh my God. Rett. Yes. Yes. Please,” she cries as I hold her off.
With one palm pressing against her inner thigh, holding her open for me, I sink two fingers inside her.
She cries out as her walls ripple around my digits, pulling me deeper.
“That’s it, baby. Look at the way you take my fingers. Imagine how good you’ll take my cock.”
“Everett,” she pleads as I curl my fingers, trying to find the magic spot that’ll send her crashing over the edge. “Oh God. Oh God. Oh God.”
Watching her fall is the most incredible thing I’ve ever witnessed. Hearing my name like a plea on her lips makes me feral. Precum soaks my boxers, my cock desperate to be set free, to find its home inside her.
Her orgasm goes on and on, leaving her gasping for breath, her limbs limp and her muscles quivering.
“Fuck,” she finally breathes as she slumps on the bed.
My deep chuckle fills the room as I push to my feet at the end of the bed. “Did you need that?”
“You have no idea,” she confesses through her erratic breathing.
She looks spent, but despite her exhaustion, she’s aware the second I take a step away.
“Where are you going?” she asks, her head lifting from the bed and her eyes flying open.
“I…um…” I start, suddenly nervous. Fuck knows why. I’m never nervous with women.
But this isn’t just any woman laid out naked on my guest bed. It’s Bea. And she’s…she’s my woman.
What if she’s not ready? What if it’s too soon? All of this has been such a whirlwind and—
“We’re not done,” she insists, holding her hand out for me.
“Are you…sure? You’re tired and—”
“Maybe, but I’ve been waiting for a month for someone to give me what you just did. I’m not ready to give you up so quickly this time.”
A smirk twitches at my lips.
“Is that right?” I ask, my cock jerking happily in the confines of my boxers.
“Yeah,” she confirms. “Now get over here and remind me what all the hype is about spending the night with Everett Donnelly.”
“Now, that I can do,” I state confidently as I tuck my thumbs into the waistband of my boxers and shove them over my hips.
I swear, Bea stops breathing as she waits for the fabric to fall to the floor, and the second it does, all the air rushes from her lungs, her attention glued to my body. I won’t lie, the way her eyes widen in awe does good things for my ego. Not that it ever really needs boosting.
“God, you’re hot,” she blurts, her cheeks blazing bright red the second she hears her own words.
“So are you,” I add, striding closer, my cock bobbing happily in front of me, more than willing to finally be reunited with Bea.
The second my knees press against the mattress, she reaches for me. I crawl over her, eagerly pulling her into my arms. The warmth of her skin against mine settles something I didn’t know was necessary as we collide, our lips meeting and our limbs entwining.
Bea gasps as I hitch her leg up around my hip, allowing my cock to graze her pussy.
“You want my cock, don’t you, sweetheart?” I ask, rolling my hips, teasing her mercifully.
“Uh-huh,” is all she’s able to say as she stares up at me with swollen lips and hungry eyes.
I lean forward, pressing my brow against hers.
“I swear to you, I’m clean. I haven’t been with anyone since…well, it’s been a long time. And it’s a bit late to worry about anything else,” I say, sliding my hand across her stomach. “But I’ll go get a condom if you—”
“No,” she argues, gripping my forearm to stop me from going anywhere.
“I haven’t been with anyone but you in an embarrassingly long time.”
“Nothing embarrassing about it,” I tell her softly. “No harm in waiting for the one who’s going to rock your world properly.”
She laughs, and it lights me up inside.
“No one I’ve ever been with has come close to what I had with you that night.”
She thinks I’m lying. I can see it in her eyes. But I’m not. There was something electric between us from the first moment I saw her in the crowd. And nothing has changed since.
“I mean it, Bea. The second I saw you—”
“Please don’t say you knew I was the one,” she begs.
I laugh. “I knew you were different, was what I was going to say. You spoke to me in a way no one else ever had before. And of course, you were hot as hell. I needed to get close to you. I had to. But one minute you were there watching the game, and then it was all over and I had no idea who you were. If you hadn’t come to the club, then…
” I trail off, trying to imagine what my life would be like if I hadn’t found her again.
My trade papers might already have been signed.
I might have been looking for somewhere to live in New York, or worse, Montreal.
Bea saved me. I have no doubt. Without her, and this little one growing inside her, my stay in LA would have been embarrassingly short. But now? Now, I see a future here. A future with my team, my friends, my family, and my girl. Our little family.
“Maybe it was fate,” she suggests softly as I roll her onto her back and settle between her luscious thighs.
“Maybe,” I agree, unsure if I believe in all that or not.
What I do believe in, though, is her. Us. This.
My eyes hold hers as I drag the head of my cock through her wetness. Her grip on my forearms tightens every time I circle her clit.
“Tell me what you want, sweetheart,” I demand, needing to hear her voice.
“You, Rett. I want you.”
“More,” I beg.
“I want…” She swallows. “I want you inside me.”
It’s still not enough.
“You’ve already had my fingers inside you,” I point out. “What next?”
“Your cock. I want your cock buried deep inside me like it was that night. I want to feel you stretching me open, making me yours all over again.”
The cockiest of all smirks pulls at my lips before I murmur, “Good girl,” and finally sink inside her.
A groan so deep and guttural I can’t help but wonder how I’m capable of making it escapes my throat as I sink home inside her. So warm, so wet, so tight, so…perfect.
“Rett, oh God. Rett.”
“It’s okay, baby. I’ve got you,’ I assure her, keeping still, giving her a moment to adjust.
“I’ve gotten myself off over and over thinking about you,” she suddenly confesses. “But you ruined my vibrator for me. Hell, I’m pretty sure you ruined every man, too.”
“Mission accomplished,” I quip.
“You’re a nightmare.”
“Maybe so, but I’m your nightmare,” I point out as I slowly pull out of her.
Fuck. She feels insane. It takes every ounce of my self-control not to slam back into her and take everything I’ve been craving for months now.
But I manage it, because she isn’t some random woman who’s here for a release and nothing more. This is Bea, the woman I have every intention of spending the rest of my life trying to make happy, trying to scream my name, trying to give the world to.