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“It wouldn't be a Dirty Souls party without a scrap, that was nothing. No weapons were drawn. No one died. Pretty boring if you ask me,” she shrugs.
I find Screwy in the exact same place that I left him. “Take me home, please,” I hold out my hand and feel overcome with relief when he takes it again, then standing up, he slides his arm around my shoulder and leads us back to his cabin.
“How does it feel to come back from a party sober?” Alex asks me as I prop open our cabin door for her.
“It’s becoming a habit.” I smack a kiss on her cheek before emptying my pockets on the table and sliding out of my cut.
“You want anything?” I head for the refrigerator while she gets herself comfortable on the couch.
“Yeah. To talk about your brother.” She looks over her shoulder at me with a serious look on her face, and I grab a beer and make my way over to her. Lifting the legs she’s resting on the couch, I slide myself to sit underneath them.
“Now, I know those babies are making you all kinky weird and shit, but there’s a limit.” I wink, taking a swig from the bottle.
“Don’t try to avoid this,” Alex shoves me hard in the shoulder and gives me that warning look she’s mastered recently. “You saw what happened tonight. And you could have got your ass kicked for it.” She goes to cross her arms over her chest like she usually does when she’s being smart, then huffs in frustration when she realizes her stomach is in the way.
“First of all…” I start to unlace one of her converses, sliding it off her foot and tossing it at the door. “…I was never gonna get my ass kicked. Those Utah boys wouldn’t know a proper fight if it fisted them in the ass.”
Alex doesn’t look impressed with my response, but I continue removing her other shoe and arch my hand over her foot. “Secondly, Screw’s okay. He’s letting Lydia in.” I massage my thumb into the sole of her foot to try to ease her up, though I gotta admit, I never saw this shit with my brother coming.
There’s been a lot of surprises happening around here lately, real good ones… my fingers slide up Alex’s body, and I let my hand stroke over the curve of her stomach.
My girl makes pregnancy look hot as fucking sin.
“It’s not just Screwy we have to think about here. Lydia’s vulnerable. She’s been through a lot, and she really likes him.” Alex places her hand over mine, shifting it across, so I get to feel a tiny ripple under my fingertips.
“Well, us Harrison boys can be very hard to resist.” I look up from my hand and smile at her.
“Has he ever… You know. Been with a woman?” Alex asks awkwardly, and I stare back at her like she’s crazy.
“Not like that,” her eyes roll impatiently. “I mean close to one. Like the way they're getting.”
“Oh…” I chuckle to myself when I understand where she’s going, “No.”
“Which is exactly why he needs someone to talk to. Someone with experience,” Alex looks at me smiling, and I almost spit out the mouthful of beer I’ve just taken.
“Oh, you think this is experience?” I wiggle my finger between us and laugh. “Babe, this is an experience. I’m totally winging it.”
Alex manages to reach over to the coffee table, grab one of her pregnancy magazines, and launch it at my head.
“But… I’m loving every second of it,” I tell her, and I mean every fucking word. I have to back it up by pulling the face that always gets me out of trouble, and though her eyes still scowl at me, her lips kinda smile.
“We just gotta leave ‘em to figure it out. Screw won’t hurt her. He looks big and mean, and he may not show it, but he has a huge heart inside that chest of his.”
“You know this place is a lot to adjust to,” Alex reminds me as my hand slides lower over her stomach and into the crease of her hip.
“Don’t try to distract me away from my point,” she warns, but the way she rolls her hips against my hand suggests she wants me to defy her. I know where she wants me to touch, but I also know she loves it when I make her suffer a little.
“You seem to be adjusting pretty well,” I smirk back, letting my finger skim over the fabric covering her pussy.
“I have an unfair disadvantage in this game.” Alex reminds me, raising one of her perfectly plucked eyebrows. She’s right. The fact she's crazy horny right now makes this much easier, but I’ve never claimed to be a fair opponent.
I lean forward, placing my beer on the table, then twist my body into hers, gripping my fingers into the waistline of her pants and sliding them and her panties over her legs.
“Cody…” She shoots me a warning look as I remove them from her ankles and toss them over my shoulder. “…We’re not done talking.”
I shift my body lower so my face is between her legs and position her thighs over my shoulders. “So talk, I’ll listen.” Staring up at her, I swipe my tongue slowly through her already soaked center.
Alex automatically clutches at her hair and raises her hips to get her pussy tighter against my mouth.
