Chapter 66 Beatrice
BEATRICE
The sight of him looming over me…fuck. It does things to me. Bad, wicked, filthy things. Things I never want to end.
I watch him in awe as his muscles tense and his grip on my hips tightens as he pulls out of me. He’s so slow, so gentle and tender. I want to scream, I want to demand he give me what he promised he could give me, but at the same time, this is so…so perfect, I can’t bear to make him change it up.
Every touch, every murmured word, every second of eye contact…
it’s so much more than I ever expected to feel from a man like Everett.
But then, he isn’t the man everyone thinks he is.
Everett Donnelly, the ice hockey–playing fuckboy isn’t the man I’ve gotten to know.
Sure, that persona is a part of him, but it’s only there as a mask to hide everything else beneath.
His fears, his vulnerabilities, his insecurities.
The rest of the world has no idea they even exist. He portrays himself as this larger-than-life, gives-zero-fucks athlete who rolls with the punches.
That’s exactly who I thought he was that night.
The come-fuck-me eyes and the cocky smirk told me everything I thought I needed to know.
But I’m so fucking grateful that he let me in a little deeper.
I’m honored to be one of only a handful of people who know the real Everett Donnelly, and it’s something I’ll never take for granted.
“Oh God,” I groan when he thrusts back inside me.
He’s impossibly deep, hitting all the spots I’ve been failing to reach myself over the last few months.
“Yes,” I sigh. “Yes, yes.” He circles his hips, and it drives me fucking wild, making my orgasm surge forward.
It crashes into me like a tsunami, and I’m powerless but to embrace every single wave.
“Jesus Christ,” he grunts, the muscles in his neck straining. “Fuck. You’re fucking strangling my cock so good, baby.”
His praise lights me up and only extends the pleasure rushing through my veins.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he murmurs, brushing a lock of hair from my sweaty face. If it weren’t for the look of pure awe in his eyes, I’d argue with him. There is no way I don’t look like a well-fucked mess right now, but I’m not really in a position to point that out.
“I want one more. One more, then I’m going to fill this greedy cunt up with my cum.”
Fucking hell, those words shouldn’t be so hot.
“You like my filthy mouth, don’t you? You just clamped down on my dick again. You want more?”
I nod frantically. I’ve been waiting months for the mindless pleasure he delivered that night, and now I’ve got it, I’m nothing but a needy whore for more.
“I’m fucking obsessed with you,” he confesses before hitching my leg up higher and bending over me so he can claim my lips.
Our kiss is messy—all tongues and teeth and zero finesse. It’s perfect.
We break apart, frantically trying to catch our breath, but it’s pointless; Everett increases his speed with every thrust.
The headboard bangs against the wall each time he slams home inside me, his fingers gripping my hips so tightly, I’ve no doubt I’ll have bruises in the morning.
“That’s it, take my cock. Fuck. I’m gonna come so fucking hard, you’re going to feel it for a week.”
“Please,” I whimper.
“Put your fingers on your clit. Show me how you like to be touched.”
Heat surges through me as my hand obediently follows orders.
I cry out as my fingers collide with my sensitive skin.
“That’s it,” he praises through gritted teeth. “Show me how you make yourself come while you’re thinking about me.”
“Who says I do that?” I quip.
“You do,” he states confidently. “That night was too good not to fantasize about over and over. Every night since, I’ve laid in bed jerking off, wishing I could experience it all over again.”
“And how does it compare?” I ask breathlessly.
“It doesn’t.”
My heart skips a beat. Is he…is he not feeling what I am right now?
“It’s even better.”
His movements get faster as the sweat beading at his brow races down the side of his face.
The mixture of him stretching me open and hitting me so deep, combined with my fingers and the sight of him losing control above me, sends me crashing into my most powerful release of the night.
“Yes. Oh fuck. Fuck, Bea. Fuuuuuck.” The guttural groan that spills from his lips as his movements still and his cock jerks inside me is almost enough to send me rolling straight into orgasm number four. Almost.
The second he’s done, he crashes to the mattress beside me before tugging me into his side and tucking his face into the crook of my neck. His warm, erotic breath tickles over my skin and ensures the tingles within me continue sparking.
“Fuck. That was…that was…fuck.”
A giggle erupts at his inability to talk.
I did that. I brought Everett Donnelly to his goddamn knees.
Pride rushes through me. How I, out of all the incredibly beautiful women he’s been with, am the one to find myself here, I’ll never know.
Why he chose me out of everyone is a puzzle that I don’t think I’ll ever solve.
I’m sure there are going to be times when I’ll question it more than others, but I hope I never forget this moment.
This euphoria. This high that feels like nothing and no one can touch us.
“Are you okay?” he finally asks, pulling his face free and gazing at me with so much contentment and happiness in his hooded eyes, it’s all I can do not to burst into tears.
A smile pulls at my lips. “I’m…” I lick my lips and force myself to swallow. “I’m perfect.”
“I didn’t hurt you? I know I can’t hurt the baby; I looked that up, but I wasn’t sure if you’d be more sensitive or—”
I press my hand to his chest, feeling the wild beating of his heart beneath.
“You looked up if sex could hurt our baby?” I question.
“Yeah,” he confirms, a bashful expression washing over his face.
“Why?”
“Why?” he echoes, a frown pulling at his brows. “Because I really, really wanted to fuck you, and I needed to know it was safe.”
I shake my head, laughter bubbling out of me.
“What?” he asks, looking a little offended.
“You’re…I like you, Everett. I like you a lot.”
His tight expression melts away in favor of a soft, honest smile that I love so much.
“Yeah?” he asks.
“Yeah. Turns out, the cocky player I tried to turn down that night was exactly what I needed in my life.”
“Funny, because I knew I needed you in my life from the very moment I laid eyes on you.”
“Pfft, you only wanted me for the night,” I tease.
“Only because that’s all I knew. It would never have been enough, though. One taste and I was done for.”
“Well, it’s a good thing you left a little something behind so we had to meet again.”
“We always would have met again. There is zero doubt in my mind that we would have collided time and time again until we ended up here.”
“Everett Donnelly, are you a little bit of a romantic?”
“If you’d have asked me a month or so ago, I’d have said no. But…I’m starting to wonder if I might be.”
“It can be our little secret,” I whisper before a yawn breaks free.
“You need sleep,” he tells me.
“I need to clean up,” I counter, although the thought of getting to my feet and walking to the bathroom fills me with dread. Will I even be able to use my legs after that?
“Say no more,” he states before effortlessly rolling from the bed, scooping me up in his arms, and carrying me to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
“Taking care of my girl.”
My heart sings as he gently places me on the toilet.
“I’ll go and get you a drink. Do you need any—”
“Bring a snack.”
He chuckles. “You got it, sweetheart.”
I sit there with my limbs still twitching from my releases, my heart so incredibly full I’m sure it’s about to burst as I watch his bubble butt strut out of the room like he’s the king of the world.
He pauses at the door and glances over his shoulder.
I’m not sure if it’s to check if I’m watching or not, but there’s no hiding that I am.
He winks, and my cheeks blaze as he slips from the room.
I clean up before pulling on one of my oversized T-shirts to sleep in, and I’m sitting in bed scrolling through Instagram when he finally returns with a tray in his hands, wearing just a pair of boxer briefs.
Hottest waiter ever.
“You know, women across the world would pay for this kind of service,” I point out as he lowers the tray to the nightstand.
“And here you are, getting it for free. How lucky are you?”
So fucking lucky.
“I wasn’t sure what you wanted,” he explains as I take in the array of drinks and snacks on the tray.
He’s made two hot chocolates, just like I like them. There’s water, OJ, and cans of soda. There are also all my favorite snacks, both sweet and savory.
My chest tightens all over again as I reach for a mug of hot chocolate and the packet of pretzels.
“I will never agree with that, just so you know,” he mutters once he’s settled next to me, watching with disgust as I swipe a pretzel through my whipped cream.
“Once I’ve given birth, I’ll be disgusted with myself. But right now, it’s so fucking good.”
He smiles at me. “I’ll take your word for it.”
Once I’m done, and my stomach is happily full of snacks, I snuggle down under the sheets, more than ready to pass out.
I half expect Everett to excuse himself and go to his room, but to my shock, after he uses the bathroom, he slips in beside me.
“You’re not leaving?” I ask, making him still.
“Shit. Do you want me to? I can. I didn’t mean—”
I slide my arm over, pressing two fingers against his lips, silencing him.
“No, I don’t want you to leave.”
A long breath escapes him as he snuggles closer.
“Good, because there isn’t anywhere I’d rather be than right here with you.”
“What if I snore?” I ask, my eyes already falling closed.
“You didn’t keep me up last time. And don’t forget, I’m forced to room with Killer when I’m on the road; you can’t be louder than him.”
I chuckle. “You can let me know in the morning.”
“I will. Night, sweetheart.”
“Night, Rett,” I mumble, sleep pulling me under.
“Thank you,” he whispers.
“You don’t need to thank me for sex.”
His deep rumble of laughter flows through me.
“That wasn’t what I was thanking you for, but that’s good to know.”
“What were you thanking me for?”
He pauses for a moment, and I begin to think he isn’t going to respond. But then his warm breath rushes over me, and he whispers, “Everything, sweetheart. Every single fucking thing.”
I don’t know if he says anything else because I drift off into a dreamless sleep, happy that both me and our little one are protected by Everett’s warm embrace.
When I wake the next morning, despite the room still being dark and the sun barely breaking across the horizon, and slide my hand across the mattress in search of my bedmate, he’s gone.
And the sheets are worryingly cold.