Page 158 of Unwritten Rules

“Just let go, baby. Reach for the stars.”

Too far gone to stop, I resume my movements as his fingers move ever closer to my ass. I feel wetness dripping down the curve of my spine and onto my asshole, ticking me deliciously.

Oh, God. He’s going to touch me. There!

And I’m fucking helpless, a slave to sensation, when I hear a buzzing close by. It sounds familiar, and I try to think of what it reminds me of, but I can’t. I can’t think of anything but how close I am to drowning my lover in the orgasm he’s so expertly drawing from my willing body.

Until I feel something nudge at my puckered entrance, sliding in easily, courtesy of the wetness back there. It’s vibrating, it’s slim, and it’s, surprisingly, oh-so-fucking-good…

My eyes blow wide when I realise what he’s done.

I sit back as far as I can to find his eyes firmly fixed on my undulating body. Eyes dark and swirling and so full of love I can barely comprehend it.

“Is that my…vibrator pen?”

He clearly smirks against my pussy, his eyes lighting up, making the brown stand out against the black as he pushes it in further.

My head falls back. “Oh fuck, oh fuck. I think I like this.” I circle my hips, reaching for his hair once more. “I think I like this a whole fucking lot!”

His smirk becomes a chuckle before he begins to lap at my pussy ravenously, his hand working the little bullet into my clenching ass.

Without warning, he plunges it in further, hitting something inside of me that sets off an instantaneous orgasm. I writhe and grind against his face as he milks every last drop of my pleasure into his greedy mouth.

Once I’m boneless and coming back to Earth, down from the heights he has sent my body soaring to, he palms my thighs and looks up at me. His stubble glistens with my climax, and his grin is entirely too self-satisfied.

He gently tugs the vibrator pen from my ass, grinning wider when I wince slightly. “Self-gratification with these little nuggets doesn’t have a patch on how hard I just made you come, Hellcat!”

* * *

Upon arriving at Caden’s mansion in the Cambridge countryside, Nate gives me one final smirk before we push open the door to be greeted by a barrage of noise.

Bella’s cousins from her dad’s side, all female, are dressed in some variation of Disney princess, and Bella is blatantly not happy.

Stood on the fourth last step of the vast staircase that dominates most of the foyer, she’s waggling her finger at every Elsa, Jasmine, and Rapunzel in attendance.

“Go home now! No princesses allowed.”

Her little face is red with anger, tears threatening behind her lashes, and my heart breaks for her.

“Happy birthday, Bella – ooh, I mean, Harley Quinn! I love your costume.”

Bella’s eyes light upon Nate and me, and she descends the four steps at a run, straight into my lover’s waiting arms.

“Uncie Nate, you are so handsome. Will you marry me?”

Nate barks a laugh. “Of course, I will, Bella. You’re my best girl!”

He tosses me a wink, and I melt. The sight of him with kids does things to my insides.

Don’t go getting ideas, wormy brain. Writing is the priority for now!

Writing most assuredly is front and centre. My book, The Upside of Despair, is in the process of publication, with a three-book deal on the table currently being ironed out.

To say that my life is going exactly how I dreamed it would is an understatement.

But a baby…

No, stop that.