Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
GRANT
Ican’t remember the last time I’ve moved faster. If it weren’t for Luke moving at a snail’s pace, I would’ve been here sooner.
The thought of spending the night with Georgia at her place had me running through the grocery store.
Something else that also slowed me down—I’m pretty sure every single person in town was at the store tonight and offered me unsolicited baby advice.
Of course, it seemed like half the advice contradicted the other half.
My head is swimming by the time I finally pay for everything for Georgia and head her way.
At least I’m not stopped by the sheriff for speeding, because I’m pushing it. Who can blame a man when he has someone like Georgia waiting for him?
Cruising into her driveway, I throw the truck in park and grab the paper bag from the front seat and dash inside, where I stop dead in my tracks.
“Holy fuck.”
Georgia is sitting on the counter with her legs crossed in a pair of skimpy black shorts and a sleeveless white crop top. Her hair is freshly tousled and she’s wearing a light coat of makeup.
“Took you long enough.”
I set the bags behind her and step between her legs. “I didn’t realize I was being timed.”
“Maybe next time I should text you to give you a heads-up that there’s a horny pregnant woman waiting for you.”
“That’s a text I want to get.” I drag my finger along the neckline of her top, pushing it off her shoulder. “Which begs my next question.”
I press a kiss to the soft skin there.
“What’s that?” she whispers.
“Are you more hungry or horny?”
I step even closer, rocking into her to let her know how she’s making me feel.
“Definitely horny, Grant. Sex first, then dinner.”
“Thank fuck.”
I crush my mouth against hers, fisting my hand in her hair as our tongues fight for control. Her nails dig into my biceps as I cradle her to me. I slide a hand up and over her bump before finding her bare breasts.
I play with her nipples as she rocks into me.
“That feels so good,” she purrs. “Keep doing that.”
“How about this?” I ask.
I whip her shirt off over her head and capture the tight bud with my teeth. Flicking my tongue over it, I play with her nipple, exactly as she loves. Her fingers tighten in my hair as she moves me over to lave her other breast with attention.
“I love it,” she moans. “So damn good.”
I peek one eye up at her. Her head is thrown back in pleasure as she bites down on her bottom lip.
“I love making you feel good,” I murmur against her.
“God, me too.”
I kiss my way up her chest as I reach down to slide off her shorts. She’s already wet for me. This is one of the side effects of her pregnancy that I love. Anytime we’re together, it’s like this. This charged need for one another that we can’t get enough of.
“I’m already so close, Grant.”
“Patience, Cowgirl.” I push two fingers inside of her, scissoring them to stretch her out. “You’re not going to come until I tell you to.”
“Ugh.”
Grasping the back of her neck, I pull her head to me and seal my mouth over hers. I capture every moan and whisper from her as I push a third finger inside of her.
Her pussy starts to flutter around me, making me pull my hand away from her.
“What are you doing?” she whines.
“What did I say? No coming until I tell you to.”
“Then hurry up.” She snaps her fingers.
I bring my wet fingers to my mouth and suck on them, watching as her eyes fill with lust. The blatant need is enough to make me say fuck it to my plan.
I whip out my dick from my athletic shorts and use her wetness to coat my length.
“You ready?”
“Yes.”
“Then hold on.”
Georgia clasps her hands behind my neck as I line myself up. I push right in to the hilt, burying my head in the crook of her neck, sighing at the pure relief of being inside of her.
“You feel so good, Grant,” she whines, shifting her hips. “So good.”
“I’m about to make you feel even better.”
Pulling all the way out, I jack my hips and push inside of her.
Her shouts echo around the kitchen as I move in and out. Each squeeze of her pussy makes liquid heat flood my veins. I don’t know how every single time it’s this good with her, but I fucking love it.
I love how in a matter of minutes this woman can get me so worked up that I could come just from the sight of her.
She bucks up against me as the air charges around us. Nothing but pure electricity.
I reach down and flick her clit.
“Do that again,” Georgia moans.
“You like that?” I nibble on her earlobe as I pinch the tiny bundle of nerves. Her pussy chokes my dick to within an inch of his life.
“So much.”
“Let me feel how much. I want you to come all over my cock, Cowgirl.”
“Are you finally going to let me?” she asks against my mouth.
I nod. “Time to come for me.”
“Yes!” she shouts.
My hips move harder and faster. The sound of our skin slapping against one another fills my ears before she falls over the crest.
“Fuck, yes,” I hiss.
I hold on to the counter behind her to move harder, letting her pull me over the edge with her. I come on a roar.
When my heart rate comes back down to earth, I scoop her into my arms and carry her over to the couch. Our bodies are spent as we stay tangled together.
“Holy shit, Grant.”
Her breath is hot against my neck as I rub my fingers up and down her arm.
“So damn good, Cowgirl.”
She burrows in closer. I grab the blanket lying on the back of the sofa and cover the two of us up.
“Mmm. If you’re going to want more of that, you’re going to need to feed me.”
I kiss the crown of her head. “Give me a minute. You sucked out all of my energy.”
“I can do that.”
“Are you still horny?” I ask.
“For you?” She smiles up at me. “Always.”