Chapter 69 Beatrice
BEATRICE
“Are you nearly ready?” Everett asks as he pokes his head into the bathroom attached to his—our—bedroom.
After we got home from lunch with his parents, he marched straight into the guest room and started moving all my stuff. I had little choice but to stand there in shock as he walked back and forth between the rooms, before finding homes for all my things amongst his.
It was…surreal.
I tried to argue that it wasn’t necessary.
I’m achingly aware just how much I’ve already derailed life as he knew it, but he wouldn’t hear a word of it.
He asked me if I were serious about him, about us, and of course, I said yes.
And that was it—from that moment on, we weren’t just roommates; we were officially living together.
I still get butterflies now thinking about it.
And moving my things wasn’t the only trick Everett had up his sleeve, because without me knowing, he’d paid the balance on the rental agreement on my awful flat and organized to have my few pieces of furniture put into storage.
He also went snooping and found my outstanding loans and credit cards and paid them all off, too.
To say I broke down the day I discovered that he’d taken all my stress away without batting an eye would be putting it mildly.
He told me it was nothing, that after everything I’ve done for him, it was the least he could do. I still find that hard to believe. I haven’t done anything. I just…turned his world upside down and changed everything about his life.
I see the difference in him, though. I may have barely met Everett Donnelly before I came into his life, but even compared to those first few weeks, he smiles more, his laughter is loud and booming, and his shoulders are relaxed.
Sure, he still has his moments when he questions his ability to be a parent, but he’s not the only one.
As the weeks pass, my belly only grows.
Baby Donnelly is doing well. He’s measuring exactly as he should be, and we’re both healthy and hoping for a smooth delivery in the new year.
My eyes lift and meet his in the mirror. He’s wearing a Vipers T-shirt and a pair of sweats, a backward baseball cap on his head. It's an outfit I've seen on him a million times now, but it never fails to set my heart on fire and my blood singing.
“You know we’re only going to Handsy and Freya’s, right?”
When my eyes find his face again, it’s impossible not to notice that he’s checking me out, just like I was him.
“Yeah,” I say, smoothing a hand over my growing belly. “I just haven’t worn this yet, and it’s pretty.”
“It’s more than just pretty,” he mutters. “Have you seen your tits?”
I can’t help but chuckle; it would be impossible to miss them.
They seem to be growing right alongside my belly, something Everett isn’t sad about.
Not only that, but they’re so fucking sensitive.
His favorite hobby right now is getting me off without even having to get between my legs.
Of course, he always goes there after giving me the full Everett Donnelly experience.
It’s safe to say that my vibrator has been well forgotten over the last few weeks, and that frustration I was feeling over my lackluster orgasms disappeared as if it never existed. Everett makes sure that he gives me multiple mind-blowing releases every single time, and I couldn’t be happier.
“It’s a good thing most of the guys are already taken. I’d hate to punch my friends for looking at what’s mine.”
“Killer isn’t, and isn’t Hayden meant to be back tonight?” I point out with a smirk.
Everett’s jaw tics, ensuring a wide smile spreads across my face.
But my laughter soon dies when he stalks toward me, a determined glint in his eyes.
“What are you—” I gasp as his giant hands grip my hips and turn me back to face the mirror.
My dark hair hangs in loose waves around my shoulders, and my makeup is on point, even if I do say so myself.
I’ve finally reached the point in my pregnancy when people tell me I’m glowing.
And if I’m being honest, I can see it too.
My skin is remarkably clear despite the hormones raging through my body, and my hair is thick and glossy. Long may it continue.
“Rett,” I groan when his hands slide to my breasts, palming them just the way I like.
“You’re mine, Bea. Mine,” he rasps, his eyes locked firmly on mine.
“Yours,” I breathe, making his eyes darken with desire.
“All fucking mine,” he repeats, suddenly releasing me in favor of bending me over and gathering the length of my dress into his hands. He rests the fabric around my waist as he kicks my legs wider.
“Oh God,” I whimper. “Rett,” I gasp when his fingers slide between my legs.
“Your panties are already soaked, sweetheart. Were you in here thinking about taking my cock again?”
I nod frantically as he rubs my clit through the lace of my panties. The friction is delicious and has me racing toward a release faster than I’d have thought possible.
“Dirty, dirty girl. It’s going to be your fault we’re late,” he explains as he pulls his hand away, much to my displeasure.
Tucking his hands into the sides of my panties, he slowly pushes them down my thighs, allowing the cool air to rush over my heated skin.
He lowers out of my view before tapping my ankle, instructing me to lift my foot so he can steal my panties. The second he’s back at full height, I watch as he lifts the small piece of fabric to his nose and inhales.
Fire burns through my cheeks as he takes his fill and stuffs them in his pocket for later.
“Who does this pussy belong to, Bea?”
“You,” I breathe, my chest heaving as I wait with my ass stuck out, my clit pulsating with the need for more.
“Fucking right it does,” he confirms as he shuffles forward. “All fucking mine.”
I gasp as he drags the head of his dick through my folds, coating himself in my juices.
“Oh, yes. Please, Rett. Please.”
“Love it when you beg for it.”
I whimper, an image of me on my knees doing exactly that popping into my head.
Fuck. This man. I’d do anything for him. Anything.
“That’s it,” he soothes as he pushes inside me. “You’re going to take my cock, my cum, and then we’re going to hang out with our friends. And there won’t be a single second when you forget who you belong to.”
“Yes,” I cry as he suddenly thrusts forward, filling me so wholly it brings tears to my eyes.
“Eyes, Bea. I want you to watch as I take you.”
Unable to deny this man anything, I look up.
The intensity in his gaze as he stares back at me takes my breath away just as much as the feeling of him stretching me open.
‘Mine,’ he mouths. ‘All. Fucking. Mine.’
Sweat coats my skin as his movements get more and more erratic, his grip on my hips harder as he brings us both closer to Earth-shattering releases.
“Oh fuck,” I cry when one of his hands slips around my front, his fingers finding my swollen clit.
“That’s it, baby. Come all over my cock like a good girl.”
Some kind of noise escapes my lips as he works me so perfectly. Fire licks at my insides, my body racing toward my release.
“Yes, yes, yes.”
"Fuck. Yeah. Squeeze me just like that, dirty girl. You want my cum, don’t you? You want to spend the rest of the day feeling it running down your thighs, knowing that I own you.”
“Rett,” I cry as his filthy words mix with what he’s doing to my body, and I freefall over the edge.
And not two seconds after, he jumps with me, his deep, guttural groan bouncing off the walls around us as he empties himself inside me.
I want to say it’s just as good as the first time, but that’s a lie. It’s better. I know the man who owns my pleasure now, and it only makes it so much more intense, more meaningful, more…everything.
“Fuck,” I gasp, my head dropping to my forearms on the bathroom counter as I fight to catch my breath, my legs trembling violently.
“Yeah,” Everett rasps as he pulls out of me, leaving me cold and empty.
But it’s not for long. Only a couple of seconds later, his fingers brush against my entrance as he begins pushing his cum back inside me.
I whimper, incredibly sensitive after my release.
“Please.” The word escapes me as he pumps his fingers in and out of me.
“Greedy girl. You want another, don’t you?”
I don’t respond. What’s the point? He already knows.
He builds me higher and higher, and just when I’m on the cusp of my next release, he pulls his fingers from me and takes a step back.
“What? No,” I cry, spinning around and glaring at him.
He isn’t fazed, though. Instead, he’s got the smuggest fucking smirk on his lips.
“We’re going to be late,” he states, letting his eyes run down the length of me as I stand there with my chest heaving and my body mourning the loss of what almost was.
“You can’t leave me like that.” I stomp my foot like a petulant toddler, much to his amusement.
“I can. And I will,” he states, stalking closer once more. “I promise to make it worth your while.”
“What if I kill you first?” I seethe.
He lifts his fingers, the ones that were just inside me, and paints my lips with our combined juices.
“You wouldn’t do that,” he muses as I fight like hell not to let my tongue sweep along my lip, tasting us. “You like my dick too much.”
“Yeah, your dick is a good reason to keep you around,” I tease before he reaches for his hat that was knocked off his head at some point during our little fuck fest.
I watch, my pussy pulsating with need, as he combs his fingers through his freshly dyed hair before tugging his cap back on.
Hottest thing ever.
“Two minutes, Bea. And don’t even think about putting those panties back on.”
“What time do you call this?” Linc teases the second we walk into Cole and Freya’s living room.
Everyone else is sitting around with drinks, the remnants of snacks everywhere. Training camp doesn’t officially start until next week, but the guys are already training and practicing pretty much full-time in preparation.
With my reduced hours at the salon, thanks to the new employees Sienna has sorted to cover my clients, I’ve found myself spending more time than I ever thought I would at an ice rink, watching grown-ass men skate around and hit a bit of rubber with sticks.
Watching Everett out there, in his element, doing what he loves most, is one of my favorite things.
Every day, I learn more about him, and watching him shed all his worries and focus on hockey is incredible.
I thought he ate a lot before, but since he’s upped his training hours, the amount of food he gets through really is a sight to behold. And when they all get together, well, it’s mind-blowing.
“Dinner will be ready in ten,” Freya calls from the kitchen.
“You good, sweetheart?” Everett whispers, ducking low to kiss my cheek.
“I’d be lying if I said yes,” I say through gritted teeth, making him grin.
“Just what I want to hear. This afternoon is going to be fun.”
After checking that no one is paying attention, I reach out and rub his cock. It instantly jumps to attention, and my lips curl into a smirk.
“Go and play with your friends, Rett, and try not to think about me over here with no panties on.”
I twist away before he can react, my smile growing as I walk toward where the girls are crowded around the kitchen island, looking at something on Parker’s iPad.
“Wait, Bea,” Killer calls. “Don’t you want to come play with us and leave Rett to deal with the wedding stuff?”