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“So you said, two and half million?”
She nods and he looks over at us. Our jaws are dropped and Xavier is gasping.
“So what do you think guys? Should we buy a house?”
Thirty-One
Carson
Memphis kisses me harder as I grind against his dick, feeling it harden underneath me. “I want you so bad,” I whimper onto his lips as he groans, gripping my hips and controlling the speed. A knock on the door pulls me from ripping his clothes off and I give him one more heated kiss before climbing off his lap and going towards the door. He stands to intercept me, and I laugh.
“I don’t think the pizza guy will appreciate that,” I say pointing towards his large erection. He shoots me a wink and walks back to the couch, reaching into his shorts to adjust himself. Fuck, why is that so hot? Someone knocks again and I growl, grabbing the knob and pulling it open halfway. I’m flushed and so damn turned on right now it’s not funny. These hormones are crazy. I reach in my pocket for the cash and hold my hand out waiting for the pizza, not taking my eyes from Memphis stroking himself on the couch under his shorts.
The delivery driver clears their throat, “That will be..” I cut him off.
“Thanks, keep the change.” I tap my foot with impatience and the guy huffs, placing the box in my hand and taking the money. I don’t bother looking, my eyes still glued to the temptation on the couch. Memphis bites his lip and I lick mine.
“Whoa thanks lady,” the guy mutters, but I just nod, then close the door. Memphis laughs and raises a brow.
“You just gave him a hundred dollar bill, shortcake.”
My eyes bulge and he pulls his hand from his shorts.
I walk back towards my main course, shrugging and toss the pizza on the table, no longer hungry for carbs. Memphis leans back and puts his hands behind his head, manspreading, and bites his lip again.I want to bite it.
Someone knocks on the door again and I swear I'm about to lose my temper. I just want an orgasm. Is that too much to ask here? I give the door a nasty glare then stomp back over to it. Lay comes around the corner and takes my spot next to Memphis, kissing him on the jaw and rubbing his dick. I whimper and he shoots me a wink.So not fair.
Someone starts to bang on the door with impatience and I am this close to ripping someone’s balls off. I rip the door open, freezing. “Shortcake, who is it?” Memphis groans and I close my mouth. I’m wearing a tight tank top and short shorts. My baby bump is on full display but I don’t think they’ve looked past my chest yet. Xavier’s eyes are huge and Connor is just giving me a dopey smile. East and Jase are looking at what's going on behind me, and I can only imagine what those men are up to.
I panic and slam the door shut, then lean my back against the wood and bite my lip to hold in my sobs. Lay releases Memphis’ neck and rushes over to me.
“Carson, what’s wrong?” I gaze at him and shake my head. He moves me aside gently and Memphis holds out his arms to me.When did he get off the couch?Lay puts his hand on the knob and I start to feel lightheaded. I knew this day would come, but I thought I had another week. What are they doing here right now?
“Baby, what’s wrong. Talk to me,” Memphis coos gently, lifting my chin to look into his warm carmel eyes. I blink and the tears start to fall. Someone knocks on the door again and I know it’s time. I give Memphis a nod and he tells Lay to open it. It’s a good thing I’m in Memphis’ arms because the moment he sees my guys his body becomes tense and his fists clench.
Layton gasps and I feel like a bitch. I should have warned him but I was too caught up in my head.
“What are you guys doing here?” Lay chokes out, and I know he needs us right now.
“Spin around please,” I whisper to Memphis and he does what I ask, turning his back to the door. I gently pull away from his arms and peek my head around his body. The guys are standing in the entrance now and Xavier slams the door closed in his excitement to see me.
“Hi,” I squeak and all their eyes turn my way. Connor looks like he is fighting to not grab me. Jase looks like he may be sick and East gives me a huge smile and wiggles his finger to come to him. I take a deep breath and rotate a bit more, still shielding my belly, behind Memphis. He’s holding my hips and I am so thankful for that. My knees feel weak.
“Well this looks cozy and all, but can I please get a hug?” Xavier asks with mischief in his eyes and I can’t help but laugh. I’ve missed his crazy ass. Memphis tenses and I rub his back in soothing circles.
“Not yet. Why don’t you all take a seat on the couch. We need a minute. I need a minute. There are some things we need to talk about. Lay, why don’t you come here baby.” Lay takes his eyes from Jase and gazes my way. I can see the hurt and turmoil running through him right now. He sighs, then shuffles over to me and hugs me from behind, resting his head on Memphis’ shoulder.
My heart races, and I know I may pass out if I don’t calm down. Lay presses his lips to the pulse on my neck and hums.
“Breathe baby. It’s going to be okay.”
I nod and try to calm myself down, then lean back and look into Memphis’ eyes. He groans then gently steps away from me. The guys move for the couch but only Xavier and East sit. All their backs are to me and I turn into Lay’s arms squeezing him tight.
“Are you okay? I… How… Why?” I’m trying to get my words together to ask how they could just show up but my tongue is all tangled. I lay my head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. We’ve had some serious conversations lately about his depression and bad thoughts. He swears that he is doing a lot better and he had gotten help, but I still worry.
The guys start arguing, and I know I need to pull my big girl panties up and go talk to them. “You don’t need to do this, Carson. We can tell them to leave. Talk to them later like we planned. Whatever you want, baby,” Lay tells me, placing his hands on my tummy and sighing when Dallas kicks him. “I will do anything to keep you safe,” he mumbles and I press a kiss to his lips gently.
“I love you,” I whisper against his mouth, then pull back. I hesitantly move closer to the living room and Memphis gives me an ‘are you sure’ look. I shrug but nod. He sighs then turns to the group of impatient assholes.
