“And where do you want me to come?”
“Inside of me.” I buried my face in the sheets, knowing I would only feel complete with his cum inside of me.
“Good girl.” His fingers strung through my hair, gripping closer to my head and pulling back as he said quietly, “You can’t go a day without our cum between your legs, can you? You fucking need it.”
“I do,” I moaned.
Yates groaned and kept pumping in and out of me, his stamina absolutely ridiculous. My body was weak with pleasure, but I kept clawing at the bed, hoping like hell that I wouldn’t slip off. I let out a cry of his name into the sheets when he fisted my hair and pulled just enough to cause my body to tremble and seize.
“Shit,” Yates grunted, pumping in and out before slamming inside of me one last time.
I saw stars as I came around him, his cock pulsing inside of me and leaving me gasping for breath. I felt my eyes fall shut, knowing I would feel him dripping out of me after this.
“I am doing that again,” I murmured. Yates barked out a laugh against my shoulder and pulled back, letting out a groan. I turned on my back and stretched, his eyes running over my skin.
“Next time you do that”—Yates stepped closer, and I watched with a flush as he gathered some of his cum that was leaking out of me and pushed it back in with two fingers—“I am going to make you wait.”
“No,” I pouted.
With a small smile, he lifted me up and carried me into my bathroom. When he set me down and turned on the shower, I looked over my skin, which had almost no bruising to it. I had healed almost completely, and I was finding it amazing what the human body could recover from.
Yates came up behind me, stripping off his clothes. “You better be glad your parents are over at my place, or else you would have gotten me shot just now, bunny.”
I rolled my eyes. My dad would not have shot him…most likely.
Our shower wasn’t long, but it was needed considering our plans for later. After washing my hair, I stretched and let out a happy sigh, knowing tonight was going to be fun. Yates kissed me on the head, going back into the other room and leaving me to get ready. After the relaxing process of blow-drying my hair and putting on some light makeup, I was happy with how I looked. Family parties weren’t a big enough deal to overdo it right now. Plus, it was just a fun little bonfire we had planned since the weather was finally getting cooler.
It was insane how quickly life could go back to ‘normal.’
Following the incident at the warehouse, I had easily slept for three or four days. When I woke, our parents were home and my guys seemed to have put everything on the fast track. As in, Dermot’s house already had people working in it, which blew my freakin’ mind. I smiled softly, remembering when I had been drinking coffee on the front porch and my dad had stepped out and narrowed his eyes at the place, like it was some great evil.
He hadn’t told me what he was thinking, but I imagined that seeing the house of your daughter and her six…boyfriends? I guess that was the only term right now… Anyway, seeing where your daughter and her six men would be living wasn’t the easiest thing in the world.
I had a feeling that once we were engaged, he would feel better. Some girls might feel a bit nervous since it had been three weeks and we weren’t engaged yet… But I knew my boys, and I knew they wanted this more than almost anything, which is why I wasn’t insecure about the other element of this. I opened a drawer in my bathroom where I had a box of pregnancy tests waiting for me.
I could take one now.
I had been planning to wait until tomorrow, but I could take it now. Shaking my head, I decided to save it until they were at least nearby so I could tell them. I knew they would be happy either way, but in the past three weeks, after examining what was really important to me, I was maybe…possibly…hoping for a positive test. It felt embarrassing to say that. I was eighteen! I shouldn’t be ready to be a mother, right?
At the same time, the concept felt right, and I didn’t want to feel ashamed of wanting a family. It wasn’t for everyone, but it was for me.
“Are you waiting?” Yates’s voice pulled my attention to where he was dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, standing barefoot in the doorway of the bathroom.
I frowned and tilted my head. “Are you wearing jeans? Holy jesus. You look way too hot in those. I do not normally find jeans—”
My rambling was muffled by Yates appearing in front of me and kissing me hard. He pulled back, looking amused. “Answer the question.”
“Yes, I want to wait till everyone is around.”
He nodded and then looked over my towel-covered frame. “Good, now get dressed before I decide to bend you over that vanity.”
As we walked out, I stared at his butt in those jeans… Damn. I felt jipped that he almost never wore jeans.
Taking Yates’s lead, I dressed in a pair of jeans and a breezy top, then walked barefoot downstairs, where I could hear Kingston’s voice. It was filled with amusement and I sighed happily, so glad to have him back to himself. I appeared in the kitchen and went up to him, pressing a kiss to his lips.
In the past three weeks, Kingston had been sorting through some emotions, and he had been oddly open about his blackout rages. It really did seem to function as a separate part of himself, and while he didn’t understand it fully, he had promised to work through it a bit. Just like how I had decided to work with a nutritionist on making a healthy meal plan I was comfortable with. I now had prepared, small meals. I still wasn’t fully up to what I needed to eat, but my appetite was coming back.
I slipped past King and opened up the fridge, grabbing a container of fruit. Turning around, I let out a squeak, finding Dermot looking handsome as hell. Stratton’s gaze met mine from where he sat in the breakfast area.