Page 79 of The Naughty Elf

I smile at him, giggling as he teeters us over to the couch.

“You don’t mind, do you?”

“Do I mind feeling loved and being given multiple orgasms? Am I a fool?”

It’s exactly what he wants to hear, pulling me into his lap and grinding my ass against his already hardening cock. Kisses and nibbles travel down my throat. Ashley grabs a handful of my breast, kneading it, lifting his hips against my ass and digging his other hand between my thighs until I’m breathless with wanting.

“You’re the fucking sexiest woman alive, Ginger. You know that? The fucking sexiest.” Ashley groans in my ear. “And it has nothing to do with your body. Although I like that, too.”

His teeth find my earlobe, and I moan back at him.

I like the way he talks to me. The dirty things he likes to do to me. With me.

Ashley works the waistband of my leggings down my hips, rolling them under my cheeks and squeezing the bare flesh.

Freeing himself, he draws himself through my wet folds, and the pleasure burns. Sex and salty carbohydrates seem to be the only things that keep my morning sickness at bay.

All three men are great at providing me with consistent opportunities for both.

Ashley thrusts himself into me with a soft moan. “So good. God, you always feel so good.”

Taking a knee in one hand, he spreads me open and thrusts nice and slow. The curve of his cock hits so many good places when he takes me from behind. I can barely stand it.

“Fuck, Ginger. You’re the best fucking thing to ever happen to me.”

He takes his time making me come at first, but once he starts, he gives me another two orgasms in rapid succession.

When he fills me up, Ashley stays nestled there, trapping his cum in me. It strikes me that I can enjoy this now, because I don’t have to fear getting pregnant. That ship has sailed.

None of them have asked me about birth control, either trusting me implicitly or not minding the thought that what’s already happened would happen.

The sneaking around and lust-induced hookups didn’t leave us much time or brains to talk about these things. We should have, but we didn’t. I thought I had it taken care of in any case.

But Ashley still has me nestled in his lap, cock slowly deflating inside of me. What’s he going to think about this? At thirty-nine, does he want a kid?

I fight the hope building in me because the guilt of keeping this a secret prevents me from ever truly relaxing.

After he runs off to work, I settle back into worrying. Working to keep my mind off of it only gives me an hour or two of peace at a time before I’m spinning again.

Jackson shows up at lunch with mac n cheese, which I don’t eat right away. He spreads me out on the kitchen table and helps me build up an appetite. I swear he’s taken me on every surface in this house outside of my daughter’s room.

He keeps me close, my legs wrapped high on his back, his face nestled in the crook of my neck. “I missed you this weekend.”

I laugh and tighten my grip in his hair. It makes him thrust a staccato beat within me. My breath strangles in my chest as he builds me up to the brink of an orgasm before pulling back.

Slamming my fist into his chest, I huff. “We went bowling on Saturday.”

“I’m used to getting more time with you.” Jackson grins and drops a small kiss on my mouth. “And I’m greedy.”

After another round of coming and cuddling, Jackson goes back to work, and so do I.

Life continues this way for the next month until it’s time for our big Fourth of July Barbeque Benefit. There’s lots of food to grill, outdoor games and competitions to enjoy, a live band, and a chill atmosphere to talk about what we’re raising money for: the veterans.

Right off the start, I’m nauseous. Seeing everyone again has me shaking. This is stupid. It’s been months. And Kaleb won’t be here. Still…

Sawyer opens my door for me when I don’t. “You okay?”

Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly and nod.

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