Page 75 of The Jackpot Screwer
“I-I-I can’t.”
Then without any warning, he pulled out of me. I was left holding onto a chair with my bare ass in the air and the fragments of a fucking fantastic orgasm waving goodbye— and believe me when I say it was going to be fantastic, I had no doubt.
“Don’t you care,” he cried from over my shoulder. “I’ve got a cramp.”
“What?” Pushing into an upright position, I hurriedly and more than a little disgruntled, pulled up my panties and sweats and swung around to face him. “What do you mean you have cramp?”
“What I say. I have a cramp.” His face crumpled into a pained grimace as he stretched his leg out. Thrusting both hands to the back of his head, he started to yowl like a Tom cat enjoying a night on the prowl. “Ah shit it hurts so much.”
Okay, so I can be a sympathetic person. I can be kind and when Carter had a head cold when we first started dating, I was the perfect nurse. That though was not when I’d just had an awe-inspiring orgasm snatched away from me.
“Oh, for God’s sake. Get a damn grip. You do know I’m going to be pushing a baby through my hoo-hah in a little over two months don’t you.”
“Lollipop, please,” he yelled, making a grab for my arm. “You have to help. Aaarrrggghhh.”
I took a step back and stared at him. Had he been shot or poisoned or something because there was no damn need for such drama. None at all.
“You for real?” I asked, folding my arms over my still sensitive tits.
“I’m dying here. Don’t you care?” He began jumping around with his leg stretched out in front of him.
“Pathetic,” I groaned and shook my head, watching on as Carter acted like he was the one giving birth.
“Hey there, we let ourselves in with the key Mom gave us. She sent pie.”
I turned to see Ellie and Hunter in the doorway. As usual they were touching in some way or other. This time Hunter had his hands on her shoulders, his thumbs rubbing her bare tanned skin.
“Oh wow, when did Jacob put that up.”
“Fuck,” Carter cried, now tugging at his hair.
“Last night. He called after he picked JJ up from his afterschool club. He’s such a cute kid,” I enthused as the three of us admired Jacob’s work.
“He is, isn’t he,” Ellie agreed.
“Does that monkey look like Carter, or am seeing things?” Hunter asked, peering closer at the mural.
The three of us leaned closer and began to laugh. Jacob had put Carter’s face onto a monkey and when I looked around, I found me too.
“Oh my gosh, there’s me.”
“Wow, yeah.”
“Excuse me,” Carter groaned behind us. “Anyone care that I have a cramp. I think I need to go to the emergency room.”
We all turned in unison and as we did Ellie squealed and pulled Hunter in front of her.
“For fuck’s sake, Carter,” Hunter yelled. “You’re one dirty fucking douchebag.”
“I have a cramp.” He was practically sobbing now, reaching out to me with a shaky hand. “Lollipop please.”
I sighed heavily and shook my head. “Carter, honey. Please put your dick back in your pants. You’re scaring your sister.”
My sister looked at Hunter as though he shit gold nuggets, and as for him, well his eyes had damn diamonds in them when they landed on her.
“Ugh, you two are so sickly,” I groaned, taking a sip of the fancy wine that Hunter had insisted on us drinking at the fancy dinner that he and Ellie were springing us.
Bronte slapped at my arm. “Leave them alone. They’re in love.”
