Sometimes You Fall: Carrington Cove Book 3 (Carrington Cove Series), page 23
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“Um, why is there only one bed?” Scottie glances around the room as I bring in the last of our bags. The hotel room is a mix of rustic and modern with finished wood details and iron accents.
And yes, there’s only one bed.
“This was all they had left. Don’t worry, I don’t bite.”
Scottie huffs out a laugh. “Ha. Um, you’re a liar because I’ve been a victim of your biting.”
I glance at her over my shoulder as I hoist her suitcase onto the stand in the corner. “Eager victim, or enthusiastic participant?” Her cheeks flush, confirming what we both already know. “We’re adults, Scottie. We can handle this, right?”
Grumbling, she walks to the bathroom, shutting herself inside as I fight the pleased grin on my face. I take a moment to unpack a few things while Scottie uses the restroom and when she emerges, she stares back at the bed like it’s a volcano preparing to erupt. “I’m gonna take a shower.”
“Okay.” Gesturing to the bed, I say, “I’m gonna see if there’s a movie or show on that we can watch before we call it a night.”
She nods, grabbing a change of clothes from her suitcase and her toiletry bag before heading back to the bathroom. I hear the water turn on and instantly, all I can think about is her naked, covered in soap suds as water cascades down her changing body, wishing I was in there to appreciate it—a body I can’t stop fucking thinking about worshiping and owning again.
“Jesus, Grady,” I mutter to myself, contemplating how the rest of the night is going to play out. After Scottie’s confession in the restaurant, I feel like I’m on high alert. I know her ex has no idea where we’re at right now, but the idea that the man could show up at any time and cause more strife in her life makes me want to take matters into my own hands—not only for Scottie but also for Chase.
That kid has become as much a part of my life as Scottie has in the past month, and when we get back home, I have to do something to make sure I don’t lose them too.
Any man that would let either of them go is a fucking idiot as far as I’m concerned.
They’re mine now though, and that’s all that matters.
I turn on the television, flipping through the channels, hoping there’s something for us to watch that could help Scottie feel more at ease. A rerun of Friends catches my eye, so I stop there, loving that no matter how many times I watch this show, it never gets old. Ironically, the episode on the TV is the one with Rachel’s baby shower, which just seems fitting given our circumstances.
“Just so you know, I know what a Diaper Genie is,” Scottie says, coming out of the bathroom, drying her hair in her towel. “This episode always makes me laugh.”
Fuck, she looks so sexy—no makeup, oversized t-shirt and small shorts that barely peek out from the hem of her shirt. And her nipples—they’re standing at fucking attention, enticing me.
“I’m glad one of us does,” I say, trying to conceal my growing erection as I adjust myself on the bed. But hell, I’m always fucking hard around this woman, so it’s not like I can hide it completely.
“Did I tell you that Astrid offered to throw me a baby shower?”
“No, but that doesn’t surprise me.”
Scottie removes the towel from her head, hanging it on the hook on the bathroom door, and then moves closer to the bed, reaching for a bottle of lotion she set on the nightstand earlier. She pumps the bottle a few times, places her foot on the edge of the mattress, and then begins rubbing lotion into her smooth skin, all the way up and down those silky legs of hers I just want wrapped around my fucking hips again.
Jesus Christ, this is torture. And it was all my idea. What the fuck was I thinking?
“It almost made me cry, but then again, most things do right now.”
I close my eyes and take a deep breath. I decide I should probably shower so I can jack off before I have to sleep next to this woman all night. If I had it my way, I’d be buried inside of her when I come, and even though I hoped we’d get to that point again eventually, I am not expecting our night to end that way.
“I’m gonna get in the shower,” I announce, standing from the bed and walking over to my suitcase, trying to conceal the bulge in my shorts.
“Okay.”
Taking my change of clothes into the bathroom with me, I turn on the water and wait for it to warm up. I reach for my dick the second I’m under the warm spray.
It’s easy to forget what you’re missing when you haven’t had sex for a long time. And even though Scottie and I slept together almost five months ago now, I still remember every detail of that night. I know what she sounds like, feels like, smells like, and tastes like. And knowing all of those things makes being a gentleman that much fucking harder.
As I pull on my length, I think back to the image of her on my Nova, legs spread, pussy wet, moans leaving her plump lips. That familiar tingle races down my spine as I tighten my grip and move faster over my cock.
“Fuck,” I groan on a whisper as the first spurt of cum hits the shower wall, leaving my body in ribbons that I wish I could see painted on Scottie’s skin instead. When I’m spent, I finish washing my body and then get dressed, feeling a little more at ease before reentering the room.
But as soon as I see Scottie sitting up against the headboard with her shirt rolled up, staring down at her bare stomach, rubbing her bump in soft circles, my dick grows hard again instantly.
Fucking hell.
“Whatcha doing?” I say as I run the towel through my hair, hanging it on top of Scottie’s on the back of the door.
She darts her eyes over to me and they immediately darken when she realizes that I don’t have a shirt on.
Yeah, I might have made that choice on purpose.
“The baby is moving.” She pats the bed, indicating I should join her. When I settle in next to her, she grabs my hand and places it on her stomach where our kid is doing somersaults. “Can you feel it?” A tiny push hits my hand, and I swear, I feel my heart crack open in my chest. “Did you feel that?”
I chuckle as my lips spread into a grin so big it hurts my fucking cheeks. “A little.”
She moves my hand to another spot, and the movement I feel there is more pronounced. “That was a big one,” Scottie says through a laugh.
“Yeah, I felt that one more, for sure.”
Scottie and I sit there for a few minutes, soaking up the miracle growing in her stomach before she says, “You know, I haven’t said thank you to you.”
“Yeah, you have.”
She shakes her head. “No. Not just for bringing me food I’m craving or rubbing my feet when they hurt…but for this.” She presses my hand into her stomach. “For this child, Grady.”
Fuck. This woman is killing me. “I know it wasn’t planned, Scottie, but I wouldn’t want to have a child with anyone else.”
Our eyes lock on one another as my pulse hammers in my neck. For one second, I contemplate moving closer to her, seeing what she would do if I tried to kiss her, but then she yawns, breaking the moment. “Sorry.”
Clearing my throat, I move my hand from her skin and stand from my spot. “No problem. It’s definitely getting late. We should probably head to bed so we can get on the road early in the morning, right?”
She nods, moving from her spot in the bed, swinging her legs over the side, preparing to stand. “Yeah. I’m tired.”
I give her privacy to do her nighttime routine, and then I enter the bathroom to do the same. The entire room smells like her, imprinting her scent on my brain, making me long to have this smell around for the rest of my life.
When I go back to the main room, Scottie is turned on her side in the bed, facing away from me. I take my spot closest to the door, the side I insisted on having. Scottie didn’t understand my reasoning until I explained that I want to be the first person an intruder encounters, rather than putting her or the baby at risk. She rolled her eyes but went along with it and, honestly, I would have slept on the floor next to her if she hadn’t.
I settle into the bed, lying on my back and staring up at the ceiling as the noises from outside filter through the room, along with Scottie’s light breathing. “Good night, Scottie.”
“Good night, Grady.”
Silence stretches between us for so long, I think she’s fallen asleep. But then she surprises me when she whispers, “Grady?”
My voice cracks when I answer. “Yeah?”
“Do you mind massaging my lower back, please?” She groans. “I’m in a lot of pain from sitting all day, I think.”
“Fuck, Scottie. I’m sorry.” Rolling over, I scoot closer to her and grip her hips, pulling her toward me.
“It’s not your fault. It’s part of growing a human. My hips always hurt because they’re opening up for the baby.”
Pressing my thumb into her lower back, I start to work out the tightness in her muscles, all the while feeling my dick grow harder in my shorts. But instead of trying to keep Scottie from feeling what she does to me, I move closer, pushing myself into her ass.
“Grady…”
“I’m not going to apologize for what you do to me, Scottie.”
She lets out a long sigh. “Keep touching me.”
“I didn’t plan on stopping.”
Her groans of relief fill the room as I rub and push into her hips and back, relieving the pressure. But when she speaks next, I nearly choke on my saliva.
“Did that offer to help with anything I need still stand?”
My hands freeze. “Anything.”
She rolls onto her back as I pull my hand away from her, staring up at me from the bed. I can barely remember to take in a breath as she bites her bottom lip and says, “I’m so horny, Grady.”
Jesus fucking Christ.
“Don’t ask for something you’re not one-hundred percent positive that you want, Scottie.”
She reaches up and places her hand on my shoulder, moving her palm down my bicep and to my forearm before grabbing my hand and placing it between her legs, where I instantly feel the heat of her pussy. “I want it. I—I need it.”
“Fuck, baby.” I rest my forehead on hers as all of the blood in my body rushes to my cock.
“I’m so on edge, and you said…”
She doesn’t get a chance to finish her sentence because I cover her mouth with mine, my restraint snapping. My pulse fires rapidly as my tongue dances against hers with so much force and passion that I’m afraid I’m going to overwhelm her.
But my hesitation is gone, my need for her is raging, and as soon as she pulls me down to her, I take what she’s offering—for both of us.
“I’m dying here, woman,” I say, grabbing her hand and placing it over my cock that feels like fucking steel at this moment.
“Me too. God, touch me, Grady. Please.”
I kiss her deeper, rubbing her pussy through her shorts as she pushes her pelvis against my hand. “I want to do everything to you, Scottie. You have no idea how hard it’s been not touching you like this again.”
“Yes. I want it all. Fuck me. Own me.” Her breaths are erratic. “Touch me everywhere. Make me come until I lose count.”
Breaking our kiss, I push up from the bed and sit against the headboard, much like she was earlier. “Come here.” I gesture for her to sit between my legs as my cock tries to climb out of my shorts, but he’ll get his turn. First, I’m going to make this woman come all over my hand. Then my mouth. And then my cock. And then we’re going to do it all over again.
“Take your shorts and underwear off.” With her lip between her teeth, she stares at me while I watch her undress, ripping her shirt over her head as well, and then she crawls over to me, twisting around too soon because the sight of her tits and her swollen belly with my child is enough to make me come already.
“God, you’re so sexy like this. Carrying my baby,” I whisper in her ear as I reach around her, encasing her in my arms before cupping her breasts. The moan that leaves her lips is like a symphony only made for me. I twist and pinch her nipples softly at first, getting a feel for what she can handle. “Like that?”
“Harder.”
Increasing the pressure, I tweak and turn her nipples in my fingers, feeling my cock twitch between us. Her breasts have definitely grown since the last time we were together, and I can’t wait to show her how much I appreciate that change, how much I appreciate her body and how it’s transformed as she grows my child.
“Yes,” she mewls as her head falls back to my shoulder and her legs widen.
“How wet are you, Scottie?”
“Soaked, Grady. God, I need your fingers. Please touch me. Make me come until I can’t breathe.”
I dip my hand down over her stomach, stopping to appreciate that curve, and then travel down to her slit, dragging my index finger through her wetness. And she’s right—she’s fucking drenched.
“So greedy.” I circle her clit softly with the tip of my finger. “You need this, don’t you?”
“You have no idea how badly.” Her nails dig into my forearm as I work her up slowly, but by the way she’s already struggling to breathe, I’d say she’s primed and ready to come.
“Tell me you’re tired of fighting this,” I say, stopping all of my movements as she tenses in my arms.
“What?”
I turn her head to face me with my hand that was just on her breast as my hand between her legs stays poised right at her clit. Looking into her eyes, I say, “Tell me that you’re tired of fighting our connection, Scottie, and I’ll make you come all fucking night.”
Her eyes widen just slightly, but then she reaches up, drags her nails through the scruff on my jaw, and says, “I’m tired, Grady. I want you and I—I need you. I’m just…”
I place my finger over her lips to stop her. “That’s all I needed to hear. The rest we can figure out later.” Without missing a beat, I capture her lips with mine, kissing her hard as my finger goes back to working her over. I bring both of my hands between her legs now, pulling hers over my knees so she’s completely exposed to me. The fingers of one hand slide right into her tight heat as my other hand puts more pressure on her clit.
“Oh God. Yes, right there…”
“Are you gonna come for me, Scottie?”
“Yes!”
I rub deeply inside of her, finding her G-spot and putting pressure there as wetness floods my hand. “Fucking squirt for me, Scottie. Let me see it and feel it.”
With a few more strokes, she detonates, drenching the bed beneath her, covering my hand in her orgasm and convulsing in my arms as she struggles to breathe, but I don’t let up.
“Grady…Grady, I can’t,” she breathes out as I keep playing with her, knowing that she’s sensitive, but I don’t stop.
“Yes, you can, baby. I’m not even close to being done yet.” My hands keep moving, stroking her deeply, circling her clit until she comes once more, breathless and panting but satisfied, just the way she deserves to be.
With a press of my lips to her temple, I help her off me, spinning her so she’s flat on the bed. I stand up, push my shorts and underwear down, stroking myself as Scottie watches me, licking her lips as her eyes drop down to my cock.
“He’s all yours, baby. But first, you’re going to get my tongue because tasting you the first time made me realize that I have a new drug of choice…and that’s your pussy, Scottie.”
Her lips curl in a delighted grin as I climb on the bed again, situating myself between her legs, dipping my head to her pussy and lapping up her releases that I worked for. “So fucking good.”
Her hands bury in my hair. “God, Grady...yes!” She fucks my mouth as I eat her out, grinding herself on my face. “More. Please, more!”
I push two fingers inside her as my tongue explores her cunt, licking her clit, spearing her opening in tandem with my fingers, and building her up again like a man fucking starved.
For the past five months, I’ve been fasting, waiting for the perfect time to fuel my body with what it needs—and that’s Scottie.
I reach up and play with her nipple with my free hand as my tongue continues to tease and torture her between her legs. Her pussy tightens around my fingers, and that’s when I know she’s about to explode again.
“That’s it, baby. Give it to me,” I mumble against her, and a few moments later, she’s screaming, letting everyone know how good I’m making her feel, soaking my hand and making me hard as stone.
And I don’t give a shit who hears.
“Fuck,” she groans as I crawl up her body, pressing a kiss to her stomach, nervous about how rough I can be with her in her state, but trying not to focus on anything but what makes her feel good.
I lap at her nipples on my ascent, kissing and groping her breasts, giving them the attention they deserve—because in a few months, these won’t belong to me anymore. And I want my fill before that happens.
“Grady…”
“Yeah, Scottie?”
“I need your cock.”
Chuckling, I reply around her nipple. “I’m going to give it to you, dirty girl.” She groans, turning her head to the side as I hold myself above her face. “Look at me, Scottie.” I wait for her to turn back to face me, and when she does, I reach for my dick and drag it up and down her slit. “I want to memorize the way you look as I stuff you full of me.” Gently, I press into her, letting her adjust to my thickness. Her back arches off the bed as she lets out a sigh of contentment, but our eyes are still connected as I work myself inside her, trying to keep my composure because feeling her bare, knowing that we don’t have to worry about protection this time, is blowing my fucking mind.
“Fucking hell, Scottie.”
“I’m not going to break, Grady. Fuck me, please.”
I lean back on my heels, holding her legs open wide as I watch my cock disappear inside her, my length coated in her wetness, her pink flesh pulling and sucking me in as I pick up my pace. Her breasts jiggle and bounce with each of my thrusts, but when our eyes meet, I know that this woman has made my life complete, and fucking her for the rest of my days is the only thing that I want.
“You’re dripping, Scottie.” My dick glistens in the dark as I keep sliding in and out of her.
