In the Mix (38 page)

“Napping,” Charley says before shoving chocolate cream pie in her mouth.

“Trent and I are pregnant!” Ava squeals out of nowhere. Mitch drops his fork in such a dramatic force; I believe it will later be remembered as “The fork drop heard around the world.” Charley squees with Ava. Kyle and I look each other. I’m pretty sure we’re thinking the same thing. You see, Mitch was not really on board with Charley being Ava’s surrogate. They had just started getting serious. I’m not sure how or why he finally agreed but I do know it wasn’t without some massive arguing. The fact that Charley is now pregnant by surrogation (not a word? It is now, bitch.) when he didn’t want her to be, only to have them turn around and finally get pregnant? Oh boy! I’m pretty sure Mitch is ready to bust at the seams and not in a good way.

I look over at him.

I think I see steam.

“So, now you guys are going to have two babies! How are you feeling about that—has it sunk in yet?” Maddie, God love her, can never stop asking people how they “feel about that.” She never hangs up her therapist hat.

“Three! Three babies!” Trent says wide-eyed and looking paranoid like he might want to shoot himself instead of going through with this.

Mitch clears his throat. “You’re having twins? How long have you known?” he asks, not even looking up from his plate. His ears are fire engine red.

“Oh, um . . . we found out about a week after Charley. We wanted to wait to tell everyone, though, given our history.” I can hear the trepidation in Ava’s voice.

“Well, that’s just great—perfect. Congratulations.” Mitch raises his coffee mug. I look at Charley and she’s like a deer in headlights.

I take this as my cue to change the subject. Only, how the fuck do I change the subject? I would look like a total bitch if I was all . . . gee that’s great . . . did you all see the Patriots game last Sunday? I look at Kyle and widen my eyes for him to do something.

“I bet Yoga will be wonderful for the babies. Speaking of that, I was just telling CiCi the other day that I’d like to come by your studio and take a class.” Winnie saves the day.

“You should! It would be so good for you. I teach at night but I have a few girls that help out during the day,” Ava carries on.

“I have the best future mother-in-law in the world,” I whisper in Kyle’s ear.

He gives me a shy smile. I furrow my brows at him. He leans into my ear. “I wasn’t completely sure you still wanted to marry me,” he whispers in my ear.

“Of course I do.” I kiss him.

By the time dessert is over, things have simmered down quite a bit. The last of the dishes are being done and the girls are all getting ready to leave. I’ll see them in the morning because we crazy bitches love us some Black Friday!

“So, have we scared you off, Declan?” Charley asks the Viking.

“Not at all. I have to say, though, there wasn’t a single moment I was bored. I actually feel as if I should’ve paid admission.” He leans down and gives her a kiss on the cheek.

“Why? Does Maddie usually charge you for
her
freak show?”

“CiCi! Shut up!” Maddie snaps.

“No. She pays me for mine, though.” He winks at me. Maddie blushes and looks up at him with a big smile. The Viking has a least a foot on Maddie. I’m figuring that she gets a running start in when she wants to climb this mountain of a man. The more I look at them (and picture them having off the charts, amazing sex) the more I see how well they look together despite their height differences. I knew he had blond hair and blue eyes, but I didn’t expect it to be down to his shoulders, have a little wave to it, and look fucking sexy as hell. I also didn’t expect him to be a Cellist. He’s a little on the shy side, but we’ll whip him into shape in no time.

I look around at all ten of us. Everybody, for the first time in a long time, seems genuinely happy. I’m not gonna lie; I’m choking up a bit. Oh, fuck off—I’m not losing my edge! I love these bitches; they’re my family. Of course, it pleases me to see them happy.

“Why are you giving everybody the stare down?” Julie asks.

“We’re all fucking hot,” I reply. “We could be the new version of 90210. We should have a reality show.” You have no idea the emotions that are going through me from this brilliant idea taking over my brain.

“Ooh, what would you call it?” Lindsay pipes up from the back. She always thinks my ideas are brilliant, too. I think I love her a little more because of it.

“The GEGs of New Humpshire,” I say with great thought.

“Humpshire?” Ava laughs.

“Yes!”

“Kyle, clearly, you’re not giving it to her enough,” Maddie pats his chest, giving him a disappointed look.

“I’ve given her all I’ve got, Captain!” He does the worst Scotty impression—ever!

“You should stick with Spock.” I shake my head.

“We’re going! See you all later!” Mitch randomly bursts out. “C’mon kids, say goodbye to everyone . . . again!” he calls out. Charley gives me a pleading look.

I grab her hand and walk her to the door. “Just do whatever he wants tonight. Even if you’re tired, just give it up. He’s
pissed;
it’s all over his face. You need to try and simmer it down.”

“That won’t work.” She bites her lip and knits her brows together. “Ceese, he hates not having control of things. It’s a trigger for him. He’s not going to touch me at all tonight,” her voice trembles. “I’d rather him scream at me than not touch me.” She wipes the tear away that manages to escape.

“Baby, what’s wrong?” Mitch grabs our attention.

“Hormones.” She smiles at him and waves it off.

“Well, go get your pretty, hormonal ass in the car. I’m sure you’re wiped out.” He chucks her chin before giving her a kiss. She sighs.

Dork.

I’m glad I’m not like that with Kyle.

Shut up—I am not!

Charley leads the kids out to the car but Mitch stays back. This may be due to the death grip I have on his arm. “Go ahead; lay it on me.” He looks up at the ceiling. This is his “I’m going to keep my cool till I can’t anymore” move.

“Don’t take this out on her, Mitch. They’ve been trying for nine years. There’s no way she could’ve known this was going to happen.” I try to stay as diplomatic as I can.

“I know,” he sighs and brings his gaze back to me. “I’m not going to deny that I’m pissed, but I’m not pissed off at her. I’m not even pissed off at Ava and Trent. I’m just pissed. But don’t worry; I’ll make sure she knows I’m not upset with her.” He gives me a half smile and pulls me in for a hug.

“Alright, see you later, dipshit.” I pat his back.

And so begins the filing out . . . finally! Kyle and I just stand here at the door like the receiving line at a wedding. A load of guilt washes over me when I realize that I was so busy getting wrapped up in helping get the food on the table and other people’s drama that I really didn’t spread my quality time out to everyone equally. Oh well, they’ll get over it. It’s not like they were racing to be up my ass.

“Goodnight!” we both yell before closing the door.

“Oh my God, do you hear that?” I lay my forehead onto the closed door enjoying the first moments of peace and quiet.

“Yes,” he groans. “Do you hear this?” he asks and I hear him unzip his pants. “That’s the sound of my dick finally gaining the freedom he’s been fighting for all day.” He breathes next to my ear. His hands hike my skirt up and grasp my ass. “What a little cock tease you are, Birkita, wearing this dress that only comes down mid-thigh. Let’s not talk about these thigh-high suede boots and how fucking hot they look on you. That wasn’t enough, though, right?” His right hand reaches around and dives inside of my panties. I let out a gaspy whimper and throw my head back onto his shoulder. The feeling of his fingers slide towards my backend and his cock slipping in over my panties the other way—Lord, hear my prayers. “You had to keep bending in front of me, didn’t you? Do you know how hard it was to keep my hands off of you all day?” he asks, almost angrily, through his teeth. His left hand rips my panties away then travels up my back, unsnapping my bra. “Do you know how many times I’ve bent you over something and fucked the shit out of you today?” His hand slides around to my breast.

Tug, tug, rub, and roll.

Tug, tug, rub, and roll.

“The only problem is that it was all in my head. We’re going to fix that right now, aren’t we?” He bites at my earlobe.

“Yes,” I pant. It’s all I’ve got. I’m fighting off an orgasm right now.

“You know where I fucked you—each. And. Every. Time?” He nibbles at my neck.

Get me off this mountain; I’m climbing too fast!

“The table? Counter?”

“Yeah but . . .” He moves his hand from my clit and I want to scream for him to put it back. Suddenly, I feel his cock slide up to my “do not enter.” His tip is so wet from me. “I fucked you here—so hard.” He pushes against me and I feel myself stretch slightly for his tip.

Oh God . . .

He’s going to make me earn my cape.

At the front fucking door, for Christ’s sake?!

“Kyle, please,” I beg. His fingers return to my clit then slide down further until they’re fucking me slowly. He pushes a little further. I jump. “No!” I pull away and turn around. He seems a little shocked but it quickly turns into embarrassment as he tucks himself back in and looks everywhere instead of me for a moment. “Wait, wait! I want to.” I place my hands on his chest. “I just don’t want to have sex in an area of the house that would make it easy for people to see us. We can go upstairs . . . or the media room if you want different scenery. I just . . . I don’t want to do it where people can easily see into the windows.” I stare into his eyes, hoping that he’ll understand.

“Upstairs now, Ceese.” He jerks his head in that direction and keeps a stolid expression on his face. Jesus, he is so fucking hot when he gets like this. I don’t know why, but I become like putty in his hands every time. “Now!” He moves out of my way, grabs my arm, yanking me towards the stairs, and slaps my ass.

Ouch!

Also . . .

Mmm.

I charge up the stairs, looking over my shoulder. Kyle is walking up them in a slow, seductive prowl while unbuttoning his shirt and keeping his eyes glued on me. I half expect him to open his mouth and roar. I move even quicker, pulling my dress over my head and flinging my bra. That’ll bide me some time because you and I both know Mr. Belvedere will stop to pick that shit up. I head into our room and peel myself out of these boots. I don’t care if he has plans of me wearing them while he impales me; they need to come off. What is it with guys and fucking women with their shoes on, anyway? I don’t get it. I crawl onto the bed but I’m not exactly sure how I should pose myself. On my knees, ass up? On my back, legs spread? On my side? What?

“Ceese? Why are you circling around on the bed like Pearl does when she’s looking for a comfy spot?” He slightly chuckles.
Fucking prick.
I give up and just sit, legs dangling the side of the bed.

“You know, you have a rude habit of pointing at me,” I mention and eye his rock hard cock.

“Lie back; I want to make you come.”

“Well, you don’t have to tell me twice.” I smile playfully and lie back.

“After I make you come, I’m going to give you a choice of what’s going to happen next.” He stops talking and slowly traces my clef. I lick then bite my lip. “You either let me take your ass tonight or . . . I spank you for not letting me, and then I’ll take your pussy.” His fingers dive in, making my head jerk back.

I bring my head back up and study him. I almost can’t read him. “Kyle, are you okay?”

“Yeah,” he answers me quickly. “Why?”

“You’re just very serious. I wanted to make sure.”

“Ceese, my cock is about to explode . . . this is a very serious situation. Now tell me, how are you taking it from me tonight?” his voice takes on a more urgent tone.

“What do you want?”

“I want both.”

“Ok.”

“Open these beautiful legs.” He kneels onto the bed. I open. “Fuck, you’re dripping for me,” he groans.

But I always am, aren’t I?

***Cue the curtains***

I know . . . I’m such a bitch.

***Kisses a bird off to you***

Night, bitches!

One hour and forty-five minutes. That’s how long I’ve been staring at this envelope. I’ve turned it. I’ve flipped it. I’ve considered steaming it open. I’ve stopped myself from going through with it. Finally . . . I call Maddie.

“Hey,” she answers like she already knows who’s calling her.

“Hey? Is this how you always answer your phone? Aren’t you a professional?”

“Yes I am, but I’m studying a new profession as an asshole. How am I doing, master?” she quips.

“You have me programmed in?” I ignore her comment. You eventually learn to do this, being around these girls a lot.

“Of course I do,” she says in a tone like I’m crazy for asking.

“Whatever, listen. Don’t say anything.”