Page 38 of Scooter's Endgame
An image of her standing, just like this, her belly curved with my baby nestled beneath her heart pops into my head. It’s so vivid, each detail so clear, it steals my breath once more.
“You’re exquisite. Simply breathtaking.” This time, it’smyhand that shakes as I reach out to smooth a fingertip down the slope of her breast, stopping at the lace edging. The dark grey of her underwear is a stark contrast against her creamy skin.
Taking a couple of steps back, I savor the sight of her, once again, in nothing more than the satin and lace of her barely there lingerie. “Take it off, gorgeous,” I say, hooking a finger under a strap where it lies on her collarbone.
A shiver works its way up Kathleen’s spine at my words. Lifting her eyes to mine, she reaches behind her, undoing the snaps on her bra with one hand while holding it to her breast with the other. Her gaze clinging to mine, she slowly lets the scrap of fabric fall to the floor.
Everything in me demands I throw her on my bed and sink into her hot little body. But I want this first time to be as good as it can be – for both of us, but especially Kathleen.
My restraint severely strained, I clench my hands to resist reaching for her. “And now the rest,” I rasp in her ear.
Without a word, she removes her tiny thong, finally standing completely naked before me, and all I can do is stare like an untried teenager who’s never seen anything like it before.
I drop to my knees, gaze fixed on the pink, swollen lips of Kathleen’s sex already wet and glistening; just begging for my touch. Breathing in, I take her scent deep into my lungs. Placing my hands on the smooth globes of her ass, I draw her in and rub my tongue gently over her clit.
Kathleen moans low in her throat and grips the short strands of my hair, as if to anchor herself. I lose myself in the joy of lapping, nibbling, sucking, and teasing her ever closer to an orgasm. And when I feel her body tighten in preparation to catapult her into freefall, I stop. I can’t hold back a smile as she groans out her distress.
With one arm behind her knees and the other across her shoulders, I pick her up and carry her over to the bed. Placing her down gently, I step back and tear my clothes off; too impatient to do anything else.
I climb onto the bed and settle over Kathleen, supporting my weight on my elbows. Unable to control myself any longer, I lean down and kiss her, plunging my tongue into her mouth over and over, an imitation of what I want to do to her with my rock-hard cock. And apparently Kathleen’s right there with me, because when I lift my head, she smiles up at me and plants a foot on the bed.
Quick as a flash, she reverses our positions and, as I roll to my back, she licks her kiss-swollen lips and shimmies down my body. Surprise and a jolt of lust rock me to the core as I realize her intent. Reaching her destination, those gorgeous lips part, and she runs her tongue over the head, licking and lapping it like a kitten with a saucer of milk. I grip the sheets beneath me in an attempt not to grabher.
I can’t bite back a groan of pleasure when she opens wider and takes me deep into the wet, warm velvet of her mouth. With every pass, she takes me farther into her mouth until she has as much of me as she can take. When I bump against the back of her throat and she swallows around me, I’m convinced I’ve died and gone to heaven. Holy shitballs, that feels incredible.
Feeling the familiar warning tingle, I manage to speak through gritted teeth. “Sweet pea, you need to stop.” She sits up and grins at me, clearly pleased with herself.
I reach into my nightstand for a condom and rip the foil. Before I can do more, Kathleen removes it from my hands and rolls it over my dick before straddling me. As she sinks down the hard length, both of us groan.
Sinking into the warm depth of her core, slick with her pleasure, I bite back another groan at the pleasure that rockets through me as I plunge into the warmth of her pussy, slick with desire. Buried so deep inside her, I’m not sure where I end and she begins.
A long moment passes as Kathleen simply rests there, head thrown back, her breathing rapid. I give her the time and am rewarded for my patience when she looks down at me, her eyes wild and dilated, and she begins to move.
Wrapping my hands around her hips, I lay back and enjoy the ride, gliding in and out of her tight channel. It’s a joy to watch as her excitement mounts, but when Kathleen throws her head back and lets out a low moan – it’s a thing of beauty.
“Oh God, Beckett,” she pants, collapsing on my chest “I – it’s too much … I – I can’t.”
Draped over me like this, Kathleen is all I can feel, see, hear. I feel completely surrounded by her, and I love it.
I take over, thrusting into her, the friction quickly undoing me in the most delicious way. There’s no way she’s going to last much longer. I can already feel her body start to tighten. I shorten my strokes, and her breath quickens. Driving deep into her, I tauten my grip on her hips, clenching my teeth as my balls tighten.
“Let it go, sweet pea. I’ve got you. Let me see you come apart for me.”
Kathleen looks up into my face, hers etched in beautiful, raw passion. I thrust again and watch as she surrenders herself to the pleasure, crying out with her release. Watching as she’s catapulted into orgasm, I can’t hold back my own, especially as her sleek walls grip down on me like a fist.
Burying my face in her neck, I follow Kathleen into the steep spiral of surrender. Spent but completely sated, I lay like that for long moments, running a soothing hand up and down her spine, content to simply hold her like this while we recover our breath.
19
KATHLEEN
Dawn is nothing more than a smudge on the horizon, but I find myself unable to sleep, despite being snuggled in Beckett’s warm embrace. Nerves lie in a cold, hard ball in the pit of my stomach, wondering what fresh hell today will bring at Jeff’s hands.
He’s always behaved like a spoiled brat when things haven’t gone his way, going to great lengths to make life as unpleasant as possible. I can’t be one hundred percent sure what’s set him off this time, but I suspect that word has gotten back to him about me being at Indigo’s party with Beckett.
With Luke being a sickly child, Jeff’s never been particularly interested in his son. So, I shudder to think what life will be like for my poor boy should he be successful in taking custody away from me.
And there’s every chance that he will since he’s the one with the money. He can afford to hire a good attorney whose sole purpose is to convince the court I’m a terrible mother and that my son would be far better off without me. The mere thought of the life my son will have with his father causes major anxiety.
