Chapter 70 Everett
EVERETT
My girl is a fucking tease.
As if taunting me with a torture of my own doing in person isn’t enough, she’s now taken to sending me dirty messages, too.
I never should have worn sweatpants.
Baby Momma: I might have to take matters into my own hands…
My teeth grind as I attempt to discreetly glance at her.
It’s pointless; no sooner have I looked across at the table where she’s sitting with the girls do I find her watching me with a wicked smile.
“When I agreed to this afternoon, I thought I was coming for Freya’s cooking and CoD,” Killer moans beside me as he fills small green organza bags with chocolates.
“Don’t worry, they tricked all of us,” Handsy mutters, fighting with the piece of ribbon he’s attempting to tie with his fat fingers.
“Where the fuck is Monroe? His flight should have gotten in by now. He’d be way better at arts and crafts than us, seeing as he was only in preschool a couple of years ago,” Kodie deadpans.
“Hey, I have it from a reliable source that you’re a boss at arts and crafts.”
The look Kodie directs in Linc’s direction is nothing but a threat of pure pain.
“What? You know as well as I do that Sutton’s word is final.”
“Didn’t you get a planner for this shit?” I ask loudly enough for the ringleader of this little party to hear.
“Pay up,” a little voice says over my shoulder before Sutton’s latest swear jar appears before me.
I swear, the kid is going to have more than all of us put together at this rate.
I stuff a couple of notes into her jar and watch as she skips off, happy with her growing fund.
Rett: Should I tell Parker that I’m making her wedding favors with fingers that still smell like you?
The blush that hits Bea’s cheeks and the way she squirms in her seat make all of this worth it. Almost.
“Everett, could you pay attention to the task at hand, please?” my sister barks.
“Fucking slave driver,” I mutter under my breath.
“What was that?” she asks in sweet voice.
“Just wondering where Mom and Dad are. Surely, they’d have wanted to get involved with this.”
“They were busy today.”
“I bet they’re devastated,” I deadpan, making Linc snort.
“Don’t worry, I sent them something to get on with.”
“You know, if you’d planned a wedding more than a few weeks in advance, there might have been a little more time to—” Kodie’s words shrivel and die when Parker gives him a look. “Sorry, my bad. Rushing it all at the last minute is totally the way to go.”
“How would you know, Rivers? I don’t see a ring on my girl’s finger over here.”
Kodie lets out a heavy sigh. It’s almost as if he’s heard this a million times before, which can’t possibly be the case, because my sister would never dream of mentioning it…not.
“Do we need to do this again?”
“Leave him alone,” Casey says, coming to her man’s rescue. “He’ll ask when he’s ready, won’t you, baby?” Kodie’s lips part to say something, but Casey beats him to it. “It’s either that or someone else will.”
Kodie surges to his feet while the rest of us fall silent.
“Absolutely fucking not, Casey. You’re mine. And—”
“Pay up, Daddy.”
Kodie’s head falls back, and his eyes close as if he’s praying for strength.
I don’t see what happens next because movement across the room catches my attention, and I watch as my girl floats toward the bathroom.
As if she’s aware of my attention, she glances over her shoulder just before she turns the corner. There’s an intent in her eyes that’s impossible to miss.
I force myself to stay put so it’s not completely obvious that I’ve gone chasing after her, but the second my cell buzzes beside me, my ass is off the couch, and I’m marching in the same direction.
Baby Momma: My fingers don’t feel anywhere near as good as your tongue…
“Motherfucker,” I mutter, reaching down to squeeze my swelling cock.
I don’t bother knocking; I know for a fact she’s waiting for me. Instead, I wrap my fingers around the handle and slip inside.
“Holy fuck,” I gasp.
She’s hopped onto the counter, tugged her long skirt up, spread her legs, and is…fucking hell…finishing the job I started.
“Oh fuck, no,” I grunt as I march forward and knock her hand away. “You don’t get to get yourself off. That’s my job.”
She lifts her chin in the air defiantly. “Then I suggest you take it more seriously, Mr. Donnelly.”
Gripping her chin, I silence her with my lips.
“Please,” she begs breathlessly, ripping her mouth from mine. “Rett, please.”
I hold her eyes, a smirk on my lips.
“Please what, sweetheart? What is it you want?”
Her eyes narrow in frustration.
“I want you to get on your knees and make up for leaving me hanging earlier. I’m dying here, I need—”
Her breath catches as I follow orders and sink to my knees before her. “Oh. Oh God,” she whimpers as I kiss down her thigh. Both of them glisten with her wetness, evidence of her suffering. “Oh, please. Yes, yes,” she gasps as I close in on where she wants my mouth the most.
I keep my eyes on her, watching her watch my progress with dark, hungry eyes.
Will I ever get enough of this woman? I really fucking hope not.
“That’s it,” she praises, just like I do to her. “A little more.” I tease her, kissing her lips, dragging my tongue up the dip between her thighs and her pussy. And when I don’t think she can take any more, I latch onto her clit and she slaps her hand across her mouth, smothering the scream.
I eat her like a starving man, lapping at her juices and sucking on her clit as if it’s the last meal I’ll ever have.
She writhes on the counter, desperately trying to get closer, to take more.
“Oh God, please,” she cries, her pussy strangling my fingers like you wouldn’t believe. My cock weeps, desperate to be inside her. But she asked for my tongue, and I fully intend to deliver. There’s always round two.
Forcing my own needs aside, I don’t let up until she’s screaming out my name, trembling on the counter as I finally let her have that lost orgasm.
It goes on and on, and I watch every beautiful second of it.
She slumps back against the vanity, exhausted and happy, desperately trying to catch her breath while I wipe her juices from my mouth.
“Better?” I ask proudly.
Her eyes drop to my crotch, taking in the way my cock is tenting the fabric.
“So much better,” she muses before her tone lowers. “Take them off.”
Her demand throws me for a second, but as her words register, I jump into action, shoving my sweats and boxers down, letting them pool around my ankles.
“And your shirt.”
I whip it off in record time as she gently lowers herself from the counter, her eyes locked on my body.
“Wrap your hand around yourself,” she commands as she stalks closer.
My jaw pops with my first stroke.
But as good as my own hand feels, it’s got nothing on hers, or her mouth, or her pussy. Goddamn. She’s ruined me for anyone but her.
“So hot,” she muses, dragging her bottom lip between her teeth.
“Yeah,” I murmur. She really fucking is.
“Tell me what you want?” she asks, remaining just out of reach.
“I want you on your knees, baby. I want to feed you my cock.”
“Mmm,” she hums. “Will you come down my throat?”
“Too fucking right,” I agree, my hand moving faster at the image that fills my head. “You love sucking my cock, don’t you, dirty girl?”
She bites her lip again. “You know I do. Makes me feel powerful.”
“You’re the boss, baby.”
She smirks, something I should recognize flashing in her eyes, but I’m too lost in the lust haze.
“Yeah, I am. And don’t forget it,” she states before darting toward the door, throwing it open and escaping through it.
“What the—” With all my blood in my dick, not my brain, I attempt to chase after her, forgetting my pants are currently bunched around my ankles. “Fuck,” I cry as I go down, just catching myself before I faceplant on Handsy’s floor tiles.
Bea’s laughter erupts; it’s the most incredible sound. But only a second later, it’s joined by running footsteps, and then a shitload more laughter.
“What happ—”
“Nothing,” Kodie barks, covering Sutton’s eyes before demanding she return to the kitchen. Reluctantly she stalks off, but not before informing me that she heard my swear and that I owe her money.
“So, everything okay here?” Parker asks as I fight to get my pants up without flashing the girls. I couldn’t give a shit about the guys. They’ve seen me butt-ass naked more times than I’m sure they’d like. But I’d hate for their girls to know what they’re missing out on by choosing them over me.
“Yeah,” Bea answers happily. “Everything is perfect. Isn’t it, Donnelly?”
“Uh-huh,” I grunt, finally able to get to my feet.
“I don’t know what you did to end up down there like that, but I have no doubt you deserved it. Nice work, girl,” Parker says, high-fiving Bea as if they’re a two-woman team against me.
“You’re my sister; you’re meant to be on my side,” I complain while the guys happily rib me.
“Sorry, bro. I’ve got a new sister now. Girl code and all that,” Parker says, throwing her arm around Bea’s shoulder and leading her away. The other girls quickly follow, cackling at my expense.
Silence follows their departure until Linc says, “Do you want to talk about it?”
“No, I really fucking don’t,” I grunt, shoving my way past them to return to Parker's party of torture.
“Well, okay then,” he teases behind me.
No sooner does my ass hit the couch than my cell buzzes.
Baby Momma: I promise to make it worth your while