22. EVERLEE – MORNING REMEDIES
EVERLEE – MORNING REMEDIES
The ache pulsing from my breasts wakes me up. As I roll onto my back, I glide my hand across the smooth satin sheets, feeling their coolness. The men are gone. Popping my head up, I look across the room and find the clock blaring a bright green 10:02.
Wow. I slept in this morning. I’m in week six of my pregnancy and have been exhausted… and nauseous. I have at least one meeting with the porcelain God every day, although this last week it’s been twice a day. The guys have been great, though. Holding my hair back and plying me with water and warm towels.
We have an appointment next week with the doctor to get our first ultrasound and we’re so excited. Knox put up a calendar in the kitchen, counting down the days. He’s also marked when we should have the baby's room finished, car seat installed, and is making a list of everything we need. I don’t know if I have ever seen him this excited.
We’re thinking January thirteenth or fourteenth, which will make for an interesting New Year, but we’ll find out next week. They had one day this week, but with Lizzy’s wedding this weekend, it didn’t really work out.
I’ve been running in between Lizzy and Emmett, helping them both plan last-minute details. The venue is about thirty minutes from here, but feels like hours. It’s like someone plucked a French countryside and plopped it near a bustling city. It’s absolutely gorgeous. Rolling hills with flowers and an old house with wraparound porch where she can get ready. They offered a location for the reception, but her hearts been set on Bo’s. She had the entire restaurant rented out for all of Sunday. The DJ will be on the second level and dinner will be served on the main floor, then the tables will be moved to create space for dancing.
Lizzy and Emmett collaborated on a custom menu, and Emmett, of course, is creating a dish that he will name after her and permanently add to the menu as a wedding gift. I’ve taken both her menu for the wedding and the recipe card for her special dish and got them both matted and framed. I took my bridesmaid dress so they could match the color of the matte exactly. A deep purple with an elegant gold frame, to match her house décor.
It’s crazy to think her day is almost here. It’s this Sunday with her bachelorette on Saturday. Somehow over the last several weeks, I’ve been able to hide the pregnancy from her, which pissed Jax off, because he had a bet with Knox that she’d sniff it out on day one. Because of losing the bet, Jax must participate in a photo shoot with Knox. To make matters worse, Knox insists on displaying the pictures in Jax's massive rotating picture frame above his bed. I’ve not seen the pictures yet, but Knox has planned a different theme for each week that Lizzy hasn’t found out, and occasionally they’ll come traipsing through the house. I know one week was a safari theme because Jax and Knox almost got into it because Knox had matching leopard print banana hammocks and a large plush lion with some palm trees.
Even though Jax is angry each week, he still honors the bet, because his word is his bond. After the safari shoot, I talked to Knox and suggested something less… well, just less.
When I get to the kitchen, Callum has a fresh omelet and avocado toast waiting for me.
“How did you sleep last night?” Callum asks. “You were tossing and turning quite a bit.”
“Did you rub my back? And did you make this?”
He laughs. “Yes. It seemed to calm you down. And yes, I can cook.”
“I think I slept fine. Boobs are really sore, but I haven’t thrown up today, which is progress.”
He pours a glass of fresh orange juice and walks it around the island, sliding it in front of me before he gives me a kiss on the cheek as his hand slides to my stomach. “I love you.”
“Are you talking to me or the baby?”
“Both of you.” He boops the end of my nose.
“Where is everyone?”
“Jax and Knox took Woodford and Blanton to the vet for their checkups and Emmett ran to Bo’s. He’s so nervous about this weekend.”
“All that stress can’t be good for him.”
“I don’t think so, but I know he’s trying to step back more and more. I think Lizzy’s wedding is the last piece really that he needs to cross off.”
“Do you think he will ever fully step away?”
“Like the day to day or all of it?”
“Day to day. Hands on.”
“I do.”
The way he says I do and the look on his face tells me he’s had this conversation with Emmett, maybe even recently, because he said it with such confidence.
Callum takes a seat on the stool beside me and props his head in his hand and watches me eat.
“It’s rude to stare at someone.”
He chuckles. “Do you want me to stop?”
Cutting my eyes at him, I smile. “No.”
“I didn’t think so.” He winks and my stomach tightens. “Are you ready for the bachelorette party?”
Swallowing down the last bite of omelet, I cut my eyes at him. “I don’t know how I’m going to do it. I’ve been thinking about it all week. It would be so much easier if she knows, but I really don’t want to take anything away from her day, her weekend.”
“Her month.”
I shrug. “I’d put her first for a year. She’s always there for me and this last year, even more so. Lizzy can be a little much at times, but she’s always been so supportive of me, so I don’t want her to worry about one thing with this wedding. She’s my rock and I love her so much. I will tell her when they get back from their honeymoon.”
A wave of nausea passes over me and my stomach clenches. I’ve always heard of morning sickness, but I didn’t think it would be this bad. My breasts are super sore and the nausea…
“I need to lie on the couch.”
Callum takes my hand and helps me off the stool and as soon as I’m upright, I feel it.
“Nope. Nope. Nope.” I bolt towards the downstairs bathroom. That was such a good omelet too.
Bursting through the door, I take the stance and wait. Callum is behind me a second later with his left hand on my lower back rubbing small circles, while his other hand is holding my hair back.
“Are you sure you want to be in here for this?” It’s a stupid question, because he’s been by my side almost every time. He’s made this bathroom off limits for everyone but me and keeps it extra clean, just in case.
“I would be anywhere with you, love.”
Looking at him, I smile. “Goooo-” Nope. Fuck. Shit.
Callum rubs soothing strokes up my back, while I puke up the not so beautiful looking omelet.
Ten minutes later, when my stomach feels settled and I’ve cleaned up and brushed my teeth, I walk into the living room and find Callum sitting on the couch with my cup of water.
“Here, I made you some ginger-lemon water and grabbed a banana for you.”
“I don’t know if I can eat. It’s gotten a lot worse this last week.”
“At least drink some water. I’ve heard ginger can help.”
“You’ve heard?”
“Fine. I may have done some research to find what helps. I was hoping the omelet would, but I may have to go blander and just do hard-boiled eggs and avocado toast.”
“I love you.”
“I love you. Now come over here and lie with me on the couch.” He holds his arm out, inviting me to come lay beside him.
He’s wearing that dangerous combo of black joggers and a white fitted shirt that hugs him perfectly. This man is a sex God, and he’s all mine.
My hand slips in his and he pulls me closer and I mold into him on the oversized couch. “Thank you.”
He chuckles. “For?”
“Everything.” A tear forms in the corner of my eye. I didn’t plan on crying, but these hormones.
His hand softly glides around my cheek as his thumb brushes my tear away. “You have given me, us, everything.”
His hand slides down to my stomach and lifts my shirt so he can palm it with his hand, his pinky brushing the top of my pants. Stupidly, I suck in a breath, because his hands on me still make me hot.
His chest vibrates with a soft chuckle. “I’m glad to see some things never change.”
“Oh, stop.” I blush, embarrassed by my reaction to him.
“You know,” he whispers. “I’m sure I’ve read of some other things that help with morning sickness.”
My pulse quickens. “Really? What’s that?”
“Let me show you.” Even though his words were a statement, the tone in his voice was asking for permission.
“Ok,” I choke out. My heart races, heating my skin.
His hand slowly glides further down, dipping under the tops of my pants. He lets out another chuckle when he finds I’m bare. “No underwear.”
“Why start now?”
He palms my pussy, driving me back into his cock. “Fuck, I love you so much.”
“I can feel it. Your love… obviously.” I chuckle.
He slides his hand out and sucks his finger in his mouth, then slips it back in, rubbing it over my clit. My hips buck softly at his touch, but his other arm that I’m lying on comes up and hugs me to him, making it hard to move.
“No moving,” he says in his dom voice and the wave of pleasure that passes through me from head to toe… Jesus, take the wheel.
His hand glides back down, pausing a moment on my stomach like an apology for what he’s about to do to mommy.
Mommy.
Before I can fully process the emotions, his fingers are sliding inside of me and a wave of pleasure courses through my veins. My body moves in response, but Callum hugs me closer to him as he growls softly into my ear.
“Sorry.” Not sorry. His growl causes my pussy to throb.
“You will learn to follow the rules.”
“You are delusional if you think I will learn now.”
His teeth sink into my neck at the same time his pelvis thrusts, pressing his hard cock against my back. His finger pushes in further while his thumb rubs on my clit with tantalizing strokes.
“Callum,” I whisper out.
“Everlee.” The gravel is thick in his voice as his breaths are short and shallow.
“Put your cock in me, please.”
I know he wants to, and God, I need him.
“Will you follow the rules?”
“No.”
He chuckles. “Then no cock for you.”
“You forget I have a wall full of vibrators and a house with three other men who would happily give me their cock.”
“You’re threatening me now?” I can hear the smile in his voice as his finger continues to glide in and out of me. He adds a third finger, which is the sign that he’s about to fuck me. Preparation is key when he’s about to push in hard and fast on the first thrust.
“Never.” Ignoring his grip on me, I roll inside of his arms and press my hand to his face. “Just enlightening you. I don’t need your cock.”
His eyes darken and thin.
He knows I’m lying. I need his cock like I need air to breathe. This is just all part of our foreplay.
My hand slides over his pants and I feel his hard length pressing through the thin fabric of his pants. The smile on his face and the quick puff of air, tells me I just let out some sort of whimper or moan.
“You don’t need my cock?” His brow peaks on his forehead.
My head shakes, because I can’t form words. The amount of saliva pooling in my mouth could probably make the Hoover Dam jealous.
“So then I can just take it away?” He pushes my hand away.
“Cal-”
His hand awkwardly slides back into my pants. At this angle, he’s having to twist his arm all around, but that doesn’t stop him from knowing how to please me.
“You’re so wet.”
“It’s not you. It’s me.”
He laughs. “Oh baby, I don’t think that’s the case.”
I shrug as I reach back down, sliding my hand inside of his pants and wrapping my hand around his cock. Fuck me. It’s warm and soft, but hard, and…
“So wet. I think I want a little snack.”
“I think I want a little cock.”
He freezes. “Did you just call my cock little?”
“What? Oh, God. No. I just. You were like a little snack, so I was like a little cock. Like, fuck. No, your cock is not small.” I pause, catching my breath, when I see him smiling. “You’re an asshole. I wasn’t even paying attention.”
“Because you wanted my cock? Needed my cock?”
“I repeat. You’re an asshole.” I smile.
In a second, he’s over top of me and ripping my pants off and slinging them to the floor, quickly followed by his. His shirt is still on, which is a shame, but the curves and muscles in his hips and thighs are on full display with all of his ink.
He grabs his cock. “Since you don’t need this, what if I just make you watch as I stroke it until I come all over you?”
“Callum.”
“Everlee.” He thrusts his hips, sending his hard length through the hole in his hand. A bead of arousal sits just at the tip.
He continues to pump his cock in front of me, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Callum,” I pant.
My fingers move to my clit and rub, sensations and tingles building inside of me.
“Oh, no you don’t. That is mine. Your orgasm is mine. Your come is mine. You are mine.”
He drops his cock and slides down, settling between my hips. All playfulness aside, he licks and laps, swirling his tongue over my highly sensitive clit. Bundle of nerves crosses my mind, but I immediately cringe and push the thought away. No bundle of nerves or ball of pleasure. Oh my God. Or nub. Shitballs. Focus Everlee, because your fire rocket love sack is about to send you into orbit.
My fingers latch into his hair, grabbing near the root, as a moan escapes. Callum’s hands slide up my hips and splay out over my stomach, pulling from me moan after moan. My thighs clamp to the side of his head like this season's most fashionable pair of earmuffs. My toes point, my muscles stiffen, and it hits me. The glorious fucker hits me, and I let out a scream. Is it silly to think this orgasm is more powerful than others I’ve had? Like somehow being pregnant makes them more intense?
My hips buck off the couch because he doesn’t stop as I try to plant my palm on his forehead and push him away, but I can’t. He acts like a rabid dog who has been starved.
“Callum. Callum. Cal. CAL!” I yell out, trying to grab his attention.
It’s like a switch flips and he pops his head up, eyes leveled on me and he gives me an evil, sexy, fucking grin. In one motion, he pushes up and slides me down, thrusting into me. My hands shoot above my head and press into the arm of the couch to hold me in place. He drags his length out of me and slams it back in again, and I scream out.
“You feel so good. So hot. So wet.”
His hips rock when he pushes inside of me again, and a ripple of pleasure pulses up my spine. Not wanting him to leave my pussy, I wrap my ankles around his waist and hook my feet together.
His smile will be the death of me.
“Ok. I’ll stay.” He tosses out a wink, with a wicked grin.
Nope. That. That wink and knowing smirk will be the death of me.
He rocks and rotates his hips, so I plant my feet on the couch and try to move with him. The steady rubbing and friction feel good. Too good. My hands clamp on his ass cheeks, holding him to me while I rock on him. Rather, try to rock on him.
“Well, well, well. What do we have here?” Knox’s voice rings through the room.
When I look around Callum’s shoulder, he’s standing by the entryway into the living room with a large bag of dog food in his arms and another shopping bag on his wrist. It’s filled with something, but what has me freezing is that it’s a cloth bag that says dog dad on the side of it.
His eyes follow mine. “What? Each purchase helps support animals in need.”
“So the dumbass bought us all one,” Jax chimes from somewhere behind him.
“Don’t let us stop you. I’d love to see how this finishes.” Knox smiles and nods his head for us to continue.
Callum’s forehead falls on mine and whispers, “I was so close.”
“Don’t stop.” I rock my hips and stretch my neck up, finding my lips with his. The kiss starts off slowly, our tongues moving, exploring. Then, as if a blanket is thrown around us and we’re thrust into our own private world, all the noises and thoughts of everyone else disappear. Our hips and tongues move in perfect synchronicity. His left hand slides up and grips my breast while he continues to rock. Something about the sensuality of it all sends my body soaring.
Pulling my lips from his, he presses his forehead against mine and we breathe each other in as our orgasms build. The ripple is slow, almost like it wants me to feel every single thing my body feels. The hairs on my neck stand on end, and a tingling sensation begins at the top of my spine and slowly travels down, causing my muscles to tighten. The feeling moves through my hips down to my feet where they point as the wave shoots back up and through my fingers, causing them to clamp onto Callum’s shoulders, like they’re urging me to hold on for dear life.
My orgasm hits, my back arches off the couch, and I know there’s a sound coming out of my mouth, but I don’t hear it. My eyes are focused on Callum, who is watching me. His jaw shifts, causing his chin to jut out, his eyes close and his mouth opens.
In a whoosh, noises come back, and his moans fill the air.
He stills inside of me while he catches his breath, then gives me a quick peck on the nose. “How’s your nausea?”
Smiling, I return the kiss. “What nausea?”
Jax interrupts the moment of quiet bliss by yelling out from upstairs. “God damn it, Knox! Stay the fuck out of my room!”
A snicker in the room’s corner has me tilting my head back to find Knox there, watching us with a grin on his face.
“What did you do?” I ask as Callum pushes off the coach to grab his pants.
Knox’s brows pinch. “Nothing. Why do you automatically assume that?”
“Knoxxy baby.” I walk over and cup his cheek with my hand.
“You know I can never say no to you, especially when you’re standing in front of me naked and pregnant.” He kisses my stomach.
“So?” I press, running my hands through his hair.
“I just thought he needed a new picture above his bed.”
Callum chuckles as he walks into the kitchen.
“What is it?” I can’t stop the smile on my face as idea after idea flickers through my head.
He looks at the pups and his smile gets bigger.
“Knox?” There is a jitter inside of me as the excitement builds.
“It may be me and the dogs.”
“That doesn’t seem so bad.”
“Well, I may be in a thong… on all fours.”
“You ass! Get it off!” Jax commands, barging into the room.
“It got you off?” Knox teases, then grabs my hips and positions me in between them.
“She won’t be able to save you from my wrath.”
“Fine.” Knox pulls out his photo and swipes up.
“You can control it from your phone?” Jax is equal parts, surprised and pissed.
“Of course not.” Knox holds the phone up. “I just wanted to get a picture of you.” He presses the button and bolts out of the room, running up the stairs in the kitchen laughing like a hyena.
“Oh, you stop your smiling.” Jax’s tone softens.
When I turn around, he’s right behind me, so I wrap my arms around him.
“How was your morning?” he asks, holding my pants up.
“Callum was helping me with morning sickness.”
“Oh. Is that what he was doing?” He chuckles. “Well, let me know when you have late morning sickness, or afternoon sickness, or anytime sickness.” He kisses my forehead and starts to walk away, but I quickly reach out for his arm.. “I’m not going to hurt Knox. Maybe scare him a bit.” He winks and darts out of the room.
Callum walks back in with a glass of water. “Are you going to walk around pantless all day? I mean, I don’t have a problem with it.”
Laughing, I slip my pants on, then take the glass of water from Callum.