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“Rub yourself,” I grunt into her mouth as every muscle coils with the build-up of my release and clenching of her arse around me. “I want to feel you come for me.”
“Mmmhmm…”
“You feel so fucking good.”
“Don’t stop, please. Please, Freddie, fuck me.”
Grasping one of her thighs, I trace a hand down to her arse while the other trails to her breast, and I do as she begged me, I fuck her. I fuck her until she’s shaking and her body pulsing around me with her pleasure. And I don’t stop. I don’t stop until she shatters in my hands.
“So fucking precious,” I grunt as I come deep inside her.
My entire body wraps around hers as I slump back in the chair and she falls back into me, chests heaving as our breaths echo around us. Our bodies are still connected while we watch our reflection. The most incredible sight I’ve ever seen.
Chapter 21
FREDDIE
Penny puts the roast beef down on the table with the happiest smile I’ve ever seen grace her face. Something tells me that it’s to do with the fact that Georgina is sitting next to me, Cassie’s sent out the save the dates, and Christopher apparently has an announcement to make.
“So how are we doing this?” Francis asks. “Dinner and then news or news and then dinner?”
“I think news was when we found out we were pregnant. This is just…” Arabella shrugs, looking equal parts happy and terrified.
There’s also this mournful slope to her eyes that makes me feel for her. It reminds me of that day I walked into the hospital room after we got to her at the club, and she looked like hell. It was the first time I’d wanted to fix something so badly for no other reason than because I knew that it was going to crush Georgina to see her sister like that.
“It’s not going to ruin dinner, so I don’t see why it should wait,” Penny coos. From the way she’s squirming on the spot and giving Arabella that conspirator grin of hers, it’s obvious she already knows.
“Come on! I’ve been waiting weeks to hear this!” Cassie squeals, and Georgina chuckles.
The excitement shining in her eyes is palpable, and I know she’s holding it in because she’s still nervous about making the right impression. Silly, really, because all these people have been rooting for her from the start. They love her so much that she’s already one of the family.
“We couldn’t be sure after the last scan because she wouldn’t stop moving and then crossing her legs…”
“She?” Both Cassie and Francis ask at the same time, and I notice the way Georgina slumps slightly, eyes trained on Arabella as though she’s waiting for her to fall apart. The unease seeps through me, making my chest tighten for her. When I lace our hands together, she squeezes mine so tight that I’m not sure if she’s the one having a hard time with the news.
“It’s a girl!” Arabella announces with a broad smile that seems to relax Georgina somewhat.
“Yay!” Cassie claps, giving Leo an I told you so smirk. “We’re slowly outnumbering you all!”
“Natural selection at its best,” Arabella adds, sticking her tongue out with a wink at Georgina as she holds her plate out to Francis so he can dish her dinner.
It’s a Sinclair tradition. Apart from helping the men set the table and maybe carry the dishes, the women do nothing. Which isn’t a bad thing. Aunt Penny is great, but the kitchen isn’t a part of the house she spends much time in. Emily has always kept a fully staffed house that meant cooking wasn’t something they did.
“Go easy,” I tell Francis as I hold out Georgina’s plate.
With a nod, he smiles at me, clearly ignoring my instruction, but that’s who he is. He’s always piled our plates high, something I’ve always liked after all the years I watched my dad practically starve himself because he was too low to eat.
In spite of keeping a close eye on me, Francis has never treated me any differently to Christopher or Cassie. When I was younger and people found out that I have Asperger’s, he was the first person to make sure they understood that it doesn’t make me any different to anyone else. It’s because of him that I’m just Freddie to everyone in our lives. Like Christopher is just a dickhead, and Cassie is the princess.
“I saw you’ve booked the jet for New York,” Christopher says as he passes me the gravy from across the table. “I was telling Leo that maybe we should do Vegas for his stag do.”
“No.”
“Exactly,” Leo says, taking a sip of one of the red wines the wedding caterer they’ve chosen sent over. “They probably won’t let us anywhere near Nevada after last time.”
“Last time?” Georgina looks between the three of us. “What happened last time?”
“You don’t want to know.” Arabella gives Christopher a death glare.
