Broken Dreams (Broken #2)(73)
Author: Kelly Elliott

“Oh God!” I was shocked at how fast my orgasm hit me. “Reed…oh…feels…oh God!”

Right as I was coming down from my orgasm, Reed quickly pulled the vibrator out and buried his face in between my legs. The moment his tongue flicked my clit, I lost it again. This time, it was more intense and lasted longer. By the time I came down again, I realized I was turned over, and he was taking me from behind. Feeling him move in and out of me was nothing short of heaven.

I started to feel the buildup again, and I moaned. “Can’t. Take. Another. One,” I whimpered.

He pulled back and pushed in farther, hitting right where I needed it. I called out his name as he called out mine, and we came together. He slowly pulled out of me and kissed my back. Then, I rolled over and lay down on the bed.

“Oh. Wow.” I was panting for air now, and my body still felt like it was quivering from my multiple orgasms. I turned and looked at Reed, who was now lying next to me. “It keeps…getting better.”

He let out a chuckle and nodded his head. “Yeah, it does.” He quickly turned and tapped my nose with his finger. “Can we please get up, get dressed, and open presents now?”

I let out a gasp and said, “Did you just butter me up with…sex?”

Reed smirked and said, “Maybe?”

I was just about to say something when my cell phone rang.

“Who in the hell is calling you this early?” Reed asked.

I rolled my eyes as I rolled over and grabbed my phone. Yep. It’s exactly who I thought it was—Whitley. I cleared my throat and said, “What?”

“Merry Christmas! Have y’all opened presents yet?” Whitley said in an all-too-chipper voice.

“No. It’s not even six thirty in the morning. I want to go back to sleep.”

“Oh my gosh…you sound like Layton! Come on. I want to know what you got. Layton is in the kitchen, bitching, while making us some tea and blueberry muffins.”

“Huh…sounds like I got the better end of the deal this morning. At least Reed tried to bribe me with sex.”

Whitley let out a sigh and said, “Damn. I’ll have to remember that next year. Maybe add a little bit of extra fun for him, like a blow job to get him up earlier.”

“Gross. I don’t need to hear your detailed plan. I think I just threw up in my mouth a little bit when that image popped in my head.”

Whitley giggled and said, “Come on, Court. You better get used to getting up early once the baby gets old enough to come wake you up.”

I let out a sigh and then stretched. I sat up, and Reed jumped up and started getting dressed.

“I’ll go make some coffee.” He practically skipped out of the room.

I smiled at how excited Christmas got him. I was excited, too, but I didn’t want to come off like I was.

I went to say something to Whitley when I felt the flutter in my stomach again. Oh. My. God. Is it…the baby?

“Court? Did you hear me?”

I quickly put my hand on my stomach. “Whitley, be quiet.”

“Um…okay.”

I sat there for a few seconds.

Nothing.

I went to say something, but then I felt the flutter again, and I let out a scream.

“Holy shit! Why did you scream in my ear?” Whitley said.

I jumped up from the bed and began jumping up and down. “I think I just felt the baby moving! What does it feel like?”

Whitley started laughing. “Okay, you know when Reed touches you, and you don’t expect it? That funny feeling you get in your tummy, like a flutter? It kind of feels like that…or gas, but I like the sweet flutter-feeling description better.”

Reed came running into the room and then skidded to a stop. I was standing before him, butt-ass naked.

“Yep, that was it!”

Whitley let out a scream of her own. I was sure she was paying me back for my earlier scream.

Payback is a bitch.

“Okay, Whit, I’m gonna have to let you go, so I can celebrate with my husband.”

Whitley giggled and said, “Okay. Call me later! I want to know what you got.”

“I will. Promise.” I hit End and smiled at Reed.

“Why…why did you scream, but when I came in, you were smiling? I’m confused.”

I bit down on my lower lip and said, “I felt the baby move.”

His mouth dropped open, and then that panty-melting, drop-dead gorgeous smile of his spread across his face.

Damn. That smile was the first thing I’d noticed about him, and every time I saw it, all I wanted to do was jump on him. Gah! He drives my body insane with want. I just had three amazing orgasms, and here I am, wanting him again.

“You felt the baby?” he asked as he placed his hand on my stomach.

I nodded and instantly felt sad that Reed couldn’t feel what I was feeling. I wasn’t sure how long it would be before he could feel the baby.

“I should be able to feel him around twenty-two weeks or so,” he said.

My heart dropped, and I fell even more in love with my husband.

“What?” I whispered.

Reed was still looking down at my stomach as he talked, “At twenty-two weeks or so, I should be able to feel him.”

He looked into my eyes, and I had to suck in a breath of air.

He’s really mine. I’m married to this man and going to have his baby.

I launched myself at him and began kissing him frantically.

He pulled back, laughing, and said, “Damn. What did I do to deserve that?”

“Pinch me.”

Reed raised his eyebrows and smirked. “You want to play rough, huh?”

I slapped him on the chest and said, “No! I mean, pinch me, so I can make sure I’m not dreaming.”

When Reed pinched me, I yelled out, “Ouch! Why did you pinch me?”

“What the hell, Court? You just told me to pinch you.”

I rubbed my arm where he’d pinched me and gave him a dirty look. “I wasn’t being serious, you ass.”

He pulled me into his arms, and I could feel his dick getting harder.

“I’m sorry, angel. I didn’t mean to pinch you that hard, but you did ask for it.”

I dropped my head to the side, exposing my neck, so he could kiss it. I did this often, and Reed knew how much I loved for him to kiss my neck.

“Reed?” I whispered as he moved his lips up and down my neck.

“Mmm?”

“Do you ever ask yourself if this is all real?”

He pulled back and looked at me as he slowly smiled. “Every day when I wake up and see you next to me.”