Chapter 27
Bennett
I feel her wiggle her ass on my cock in front of me, and then I'm pushed to my back. I feel like I just closed my eyes, and I have to wonder how long it's been since the last round. I'm about to say something when she grips my cock, and the only thing I can do is groan.
My eyes open at the exact time that she slides her pussy down my cock. My hands go to her hips. “Morning," I mumble as my hands come up, and I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. She just moves up and down faster. We've been going at it the whole night. The whole fucking night, and neither of us is ready to give up.
She puts her hands on my chest and goes up and down faster and faster, rotating her hips every single time she goes down. “I'm close," she says, and I want to laugh. She's been close all night long. I've lost count of the number of times she's come. "Bennett," she moans out my name, and I sit up with her, and my cock must go deeper in her. I wrap my arm around her waist and then flip her onto her back, my cock never coming out of her.
She wraps her legs around my waist. “This what you want?” I ask as I pound into her a couple more times before we both come at the same time. I collapse to the side and take her with me. “I need to sleep," I say, closing my eyes.
"You sleep, and I'm going to go and get something to eat," she replies, moving away from me and bending down to grab her robe. "I'll be back," she says, walking out of the room, and instead of lying in bed, I huff and get up, not about to let her go anywhere without me.
Putting on a pair of shorts, I walk downstairs and see her standing at the counter eating a cookie. “Can you go and get something in my car?" She looks over at me, and I see that it's just after seven in the morning.
"Sure," I say. “What am I getting?"
"My bag?" She grabs another cookie while she walks to the fridge. “I forgot to bring apple juice," she huffs. “We need to add that to the list."
I just nod at her and try to hide my smile with that last statement. It takes me less than three seconds to grab her bag and walk back in. “Did you pack apple juice?” I ask as I put the bag on the island.
"No." She looks up, and I can see that she has little red spots all over her neck from my beard. “But I should have."
"So what's in the bag?" I laugh, walking over and kissing her neck.
"Some clothes and my toiletries," she says, and I stop in my tracks.
“Your clothes for today?" I look over at her.
"Not really. I just brought over a few things to keep here," she says, and after telling me she loved me, this is the best thing I've ever heard.
"Is that a fact?” I grab a bottle of water and lean on the counter to face her.
"Well, I wasn't going to count my chickens before they hatched, but I was hopeful that you would forgive me." She walks over to the bag and grabs it. “I'm going to be dragging my ass today."
"So, play hooky with me?" I suggest, knowing full well she will never do it. Even though I've asked her before, she won’t.
"I guess I can." She walks over and grabs her phone while I just watch her. She presses buttons on her phone, and then I hear the sound of ringing.
"She fucking lives." I hear Clarabella's voice, and then she sits at the island and puts the phone down in front of her.
"Jesus Christ, it took you long enough." I hear Shelby's voice cut in. “We've been waiting all night."
"I've been busy." She smiles and then looks at me.
"I bet you have,” Clarabella says. “Does that mean he didn't tell you to fuck off?"
"Of course, he didn't tell her to fuck off,” Shelby retorts. “I was rooting for you the whole time." I shake my head and walk over to Presley and stand behind her. Looking at her phone and seeing Clarabella on the top and Shelby on the bottom of the FaceTime.
"She's a damn liar,” Clarabella declares. “She bet me twenty bucks you wouldn't say yes until today." Shelby gasps out loud.
"Well, lucky for me," Presley says, reaching her arm out to wrap around my waist and pull me to her. “He said he didn't hate me." She looks up at me, and I'm still stunned that she is showing affection in front of her sisters. In the twelve years we've been with each other, she never showed anything to anyone. "Also"—she turns back to the camera—“you are both dead to me." She uses her thumbs to go across her neck as if she is cutting her throat. I can't help but put my hand on my forehead and laugh silently. I mean, I've known them my whole life, and I want to say that they weren't always crazy, but I'd be lying.
"For what?" Clarabella gasps.
"You guys knew Clarissa wasn't his date," she hisses at the screen. Clarabella starts looking up at the ceiling and not bothering to look at her.
"In our defense,” Shelby says, “you never asked."
"I had a nervous breakdown in Mom’s kitchen about it,” Presley shares, and I whip my head to look at her.
"Oh my God, can we be more dramatic about this?" Shelby rolls her eyes. “You were having a nervous breakdown because he told you he loved you, and you were a dumbass. It had nothing to do with Clarissa."
"That is not true." She slaps the counter.
"Your man is standing there naked for all I know, and all you want to talk about is having a nervous breakdown,” Clarabella chides. "You're my only brother-in-law that I haven't seen naked." She now laughs out loud.
"I've seen him naked,” Shelby informs us.
"Excuse me?" Presley and I both gawk out.
"Relax, you two; it was when he was sixteen, and Travis dared him to go skinny-dipping." She rolls her eyes. “I saw one dingleberry and half of the twig." Shelby smiles.
"It's not a twig." I puff out my chest and fold my arms over my chest. “Tell her." I look over at Presley, who rolls her lips at me, trying not to laugh. “I'm waiting."
"I mean, not that I want to see it, but if I'm going to put my opinion out there, I have to see it." Clarabella shrugs.
"Absolutely not,” Presley says. “Anyway, I'm calling to let you know I'm not going to be in today." Both her sisters look at her with shock. “We were up all night, and Bennett has the day off." She looks at me. “I'll see you both tomorrow."
"I'm off tomorrow also," I mumble.
"I'll see you guys in two days." She waves at the phone. “Byee," she sings out and gets up and winces. “What are the chances that we can take a nap?"
"You're staying home from work today and tomorrow?” I ask, not sure I actually heard her. I'm not saying that her job is her life, but I'm also not not saying it. It's one of the things I love most about her.
"If that is okay with you." She starts to grab the bag, and I put my hand on it to stop her from lifting it.
"It's more than okay with me," I assure her with a smile. “Now let's go take a nap."
"Like a real nap?" She tilts her head to the side. “Or like a whoops, I didn't mean to shove my dick in your pussy kind of nap?"
I can't help but laugh, and she slips her hand in mine as we walk up the stairs. “Hey, I have a question," she says as we walk into the room, and I put the bag on the bench in front of the bed. “What's your number?" I look over at her. “Like, how many women have you slept with?"
"Um…" I put my hands on my hips, not sure I want to answer this.
"I mean, I know you were with other people before me," she says. “But how many, you know, since me?" She holds up her hands. “Like, I know we weren't exclusive."
"Are you trying to tell me that you've been with other men?" The words taste like acid in my mouth.
"No." She laughs. “I've only ever been with you. I was wondering how many have you been with after me."
"Zero," I say, walking to her. “From the minute we kissed, it's only been you." I push the hair away from her face and kiss her lips softly. “Even with the back and forth while you were in college and then coming home here and there."
She smiles up at me as she wraps her arms around my neck. “That's the sexiest thing you've ever said to me." She kisses under my chin. “Now let's get naked and go take a nap."
I chuckle. “Getting naked is going to have the opposite effect of us napping," I point out.
"No, it's not." She steps out of my hands and slips off the robe. “I think I'm going to go take a shower before a nap and wash off all that sex." She grabs the bag, and my eyes roam over her body. Her tits have always been fucking perfect, but now they are so full, and then my eyes go down to her small baby bump. "What are you looking at?" She looks at me sideways before unzipping the bag and grabbing her toiletry bag.
"How gorgeous you are." I smile slyly at her. “How sexy you are." She shakes her head and laughs. "And also how I didn't get to fuck your tits." That sends her over the edge, and now the room is filled with the sound of her laughter.
"Well, if you come with me in the shower, we can do that, and then when we come back to bed, we can really, really nap." She walks away from me to the bathroom, and I watch her ass.
"If you are going to twist my arm." I pull down my shorts and follow her into the bathroom. It takes us forty-five minutes in the shower, but that's only because after I fucked her tits, she sat down on the bench and played with herself, which then led to me getting on my knees.
"I'm getting out first." She kisses my chest. “And you have to wait five minutes because if I bend over, you’re going to think I want you to have sex with me.” I roll my eyes because one, she’s not wrong, and two, I think I can control myself. “And I love you, but I really, really have to nap."
"Say it again." I pull her to me.
"Say what again?" She puts her head back and looks at me.
"Say you love me again." I bend to kiss her lips softly.
"I love you," she says, and my heart skips a fucking beat. This woman who drives me mad and pushes all my buttons owns every single piece of me. She gets on her tippy-toes and kisses the corner of my lips softly. “I love you." She kisses the other side of my lips. “I love you." Then she rubs her nose with mine. “I love you."
"I love you more," I tell her as I open the shower door for her, and she steps out, grabbing one of the white towels hanging. I watch her move around the bathroom, and I step out, grabbing my own white towel. She puts on one of my white T-shirts and walks out of the bathroom, and when I look over at the counter, I see her stuff mixed with mine. Her hairbrush is on the counter. Her face stuff is right next to my aftershave. It's my stuff with her stuff, and it might not seem like a big deal to anyone, but to me, it's everything.
I walk out and see that the bag on the bench in front of the bed is now tucked away in the corner under the chair. “There was a drawer that was empty," she says, coming out of the walk-in closet. “I put my things in there." She walks over to the bed and slides under the covers. “I hope it's okay."
I laugh, not saying anything as I walk into the closet to grab a pair of boxers, and there it is, her stuff hanging next to mine. "It's more than okay," I mumble and walk back out without my boxers on. It takes us an extra thirty minutes before we really take a nap.