Page 21 of Hold 'Em Tight

I give him a cheeky grin. “Came in here?” I clench around him. “Or in the room.”

“Both,” he groans, shuddering in pleasure. “But I’ll gladly cum in here any time, baby.” He rolls his hips. I toss my head back with a laugh, feeling the first bit of genuine happiness in too damn long.

“So, what was it you wanted to tell me before we went at it like animals?" I ask, raising a brow.

“Right.” He nods, then grins again. “We’re going on vacation.”

“We are?” My brows furrow together.

“Yup. Florida, to the hotel to be exact. We’ve been wallowing around here for far too long, and Robin thinks a change of scenery and some time away is just what we need. After Mateo’s suicide mission the other day, I’m inclined to agree. So, I called up his mom, and she talked to your mom, and they set everything up. How does relaxing on the beach, in the sun, and being with family sound?”

My heart warms and I nod. “I think I’d like that.”

“Perfect.” He beams, pressing a quick kiss to my lips. “Now, get that sexy ass up and start packing. I’m gonna go tell the rest of the guys.” Despite his words, he doesn't move to get off me, but his face shifts into a frown. “Nevermind.”

“Donny,” I squeal as he wraps his arms around me, lifting me off the bed. “What are you doing?”

“You don’t think I'd just pump and dump you, do you?” He scoffs. “I gotta clean my Cherry girl up.”

He starts to shuffle us across the room, his cock still buried inside me. His pants drop around his ankles and I laugh harder when I see his sexy toned ass flexing with every movement in the mirror.

The moment is absolutely ridiculous, but totally perfect. I laugh so freely and hard that my stomach cramps.

He walks us into the shower, and doesn’t pull out of me until I’m sitting on the bench.

Helping me out of my clothes until I’m naked, he takes a step back, biting his knuckle.

“Fuck.”

“What?” I blink.

“The sight of my cum leaking out of you has me hard again.” He grimaces. “But, I also left quite a few marks on you.”

I stand as he steps to the side, letting me see myself in the mirror. I bite my lower lip and smile, running my fingertips along the bite marks and hickeys. “I don’t even care.” I laughsoftly. “I love how much you want me. I love when you guys mark me as your own.”

“Careful, Cherry,” he growls, ridding himself of his clothes to join me in the shower. “I might just start doing it more.”

“Oh no. The horror,” I mock, earning myself another growl as he starts to tickle me.

“Brat.”

We shower together, and Donny is so damn sweet, making sure to get every inch of me clean. He even washes my hair.

The whole time, it’s on the tip of my tongue to tell him about the baby.

But just because we’re having this one good moment, it doesn’t mean everything else has disappeared.

I need more time alone with them, to feel out the situation and see what everyone's mindset is.

It’s still early. I’m not even far enough along to get an ultrasound, at just shy of eight weeks. At least I don’t think I am.

But the blood test confirmed I am indeed pregnant.

The reality of it still hasn’t sunk in yet. Maybe I’m partly in denial because I don’t want to get excited without the guys.

I’m aware enough to know I want this, to take care of myself and the baby, but I’m holding off on letting all of the feelings take hold until I can enjoy the moment with my guys.

After we’re done showering, Donny insists on helping me get dressed. I laugh, rolling my eyes, but let him. He slaps my ass and tells me to get packing, before exiting the room in only a towel, to go grab some clean clothes.