Page 147 of Beautiful Secrets
I slap her pussy again, her groan the sweetest reward I could ask for.
“Are you going to come with me?” I murmur in her ear as I start massaging her clit. My dick slides deep into her, hitting her cervix and wrenching another gasp from her before she manages a breathless, “Yes!”
“Christ, you’re beautiful.”
And when she turns to look at me with those stunning blue eyes of hers, I can’t help but kiss her.
That touch pushes me over the edge.
I slam into her, hard and so fucking deep, and pour into her tight little pussy.
A second later she’s yelling into my mouth as her own climax crashes into her. I draw it out as much as I can, fucking her slow and deep as she quakes around my dick and goes limp in my arms.
I don’t know how long we stay like that, slowly devouring each other’s mouths with my dick still lodged inside her while I draw circles over her swollen belly.
But finally, she sighs and leans away from me. “We must go back.”
“I know.” I press a last kiss on her mouth before helping her dress.
When we get back, the drawing room is empty. My heart knocks hard against my chest when I look inside and I don’t see Tavvy. But then Mika grabs my arm and leads me into the dining room.
Everyone is already seated and dishing up. The clamor of cutlery against crockery is enough to set my teeth on edge—but then I see the massive slab of meat Dimitri is busy sawing into and my mouth runs dry.
Fuck, yes!
But I drag my eyes away and search the room until I find Tonya. Then, and only then, does the invisible vice around my heart release me.
Tavvy has a hand in her mouth, drool bubbling around that tiny appendage as Tonya bends over her baby seat and croons to her.
I slide a hand behind Mika’s back and guide her to our empty seats.
I happen to sit opposite Maddie, and we share a deadpan look between us before Kill’s little girl shoves a roast potato into her mouth.
Definitely got the Hendry appetite, that one.
A few minutes later—obviously just when I’m about to take my first bite of red meat in forty fucking days, I hear Maddie’s unmistakable voice cut through the noise and chatter around us.
“Man!”
Kill immediately leans over to her and murmurs, “Cole.”
Maddie gives her father a frown, and then turns that same frown onto me. “Cole,” she amends, but in a tone of voice that states loud and clear she’s not happy with it. “What is her name?” She points her fork at Tavvy’s baby seat until her father wrestles the cutlery from her hand.
“Tavisha,” I say, and lift the delicious, dripping piece of roast to my mouth.
“Why?”
I’m practically drowning in my own fucking saliva. I throw Kill a look, and he has the audacity to smile at me and give me one of those shrugs like, “what are you gonna do?”
“Why what?” I shove the meat in my mouth before she has a chance to reply.
Oh God.
So fucking good.
Christ.
“She wants to know what it means,” Meisie says.
