Chapter One Hundred and Seven

Chapter One Hundred and Seven
Alana 

Ezra and I are on our way home after our doctor’s appointment. Thankfully, everything is okay with Bubs and me so far. I’m eight weeks pregnant. I think we are more relaxed now that we know everything’s okay. 

“I can’t wait until we can get the first scan in four weeks,” Ezra says excitedly.

As we walk, I rest my head on his shoulder. “Me too.” 

Ezra slips his arm around me. “What do you want to do, bright eyes?” 

“Can we take a nap, please? I’m exhausted. After, we can go for lunch or something.”

I didn’t sleep great last night. There was no reason for it, I was just restless.

“Yes, we can do that. You can nap, I will cuddle you and rub your stomach.” He chuckles. 

I snicker. “Okay, you do that, but I bet you end up falling asleep too.” 

Ezra shakes his head. “Nope! I will not!” he insists. 

I don’t respond because I know he will end up falling asleep next to me. He always does. It is so good to have him here with me without him needing to rush off. 

We arrive at my place and head inside. I stroll straight towards my bedroom. I only want to nap for an hour, as it should be enough. I strip down to my underwear and stand in front of the mirror side on, trying to picture what I will look like with a bump. I smile at the thought of it. 

Ezra follows just a moment later and comes up behind me. He slips his arms around me and rests his hands on my belly. 

“I can’t wait to watch your belly grow, sweetheart.” 

He dips his head down to kiss my neck. I close my eyes, place my hands over his and smile. 

“I wonder how big I will get,” I whisper. 

“I don’t know, angel. We will need to wait and see,” he replies. 

I turn to face him and kiss him on the lips before I pull away. I reach for one of his tees, pull it on and climb into bed. I wait patiently for Ezra to join me. He stands at the bottom of the bed, removing his tee. I dance my eyes over his half-naked body and lick my lips. God, I want to do dirty things to him, but after my nap, I will have the energy. We haven’t made love since he arrived, other things were on our minds, but I plan to change it later. 

Ezra meets my eyes and raises his brow. “Eyes up, sweetness.” 

“I don’t know what you mean. I wasn’t looking, nope,” I say sweetly and bat my lashes at him. 

He chuckles and shakes his head. “Liar.” 

I stick my tongue out at him and lie down. Ezra takes his jeans off before crawling up the bed to me. He kneels between my legs and hikes the tee up to my breasts. He reaches down and kisses my stomach before he begins to talk to it. 

Yes, our baby is probably the size of a raspberry right now and can’t hear anything, but I find it sweet how Ezra is happily chatting away, even knowing this. I smile and play with his hair, leaving him to it. He really is going to be an incredible father. 

Ezra stays in the same position for ten minutes before he glances up at me. 

“Sorry, I got carried away.” He chuckles and kisses me softly before taking the spot next to me. 

“It’s fine, but can I have my nap now?” I laugh. 

I settle down with my head on his chest. He slides one arm around my shoulder and puts his hand under the tee to rest on my stomach. 

“Rest, sweetheart,” he insists and kisses the top of my head. 

I nod and close my eyes, hoping for sleep to take over me. I can rest a little easier knowing Bubs is okay for now. I smile and snuggle tightly into Ezra. We need to talk later and come up with a plan. 

I want to stay in Scotland, but I’m not sure if he does. We will need to come to an agreement because I don’t want to be apart, and more importantly, we have to think about the baby and what is best for the little one. I am sure we will work it out. We always do. 

I stop overthinking and start to drift off. I bet Ezra will either be sound asleep or lying awake, pretending he didn’t sleep, when I wake.


I’ve been awake for twenty minutes and tried to wake Ezra up. Nothing is working. I have shaken him, prodded him, kissed him, and gently kicked him, but nothing. I am bored and horny. Not a good mix! I huff and roll onto my side with my back to him. 

I feel the bed shift, and Ezra’s arms come around me, pulling me back to him. My body fits perfectly with his. His hard on digging into my ass. 

“Aww, bright eyes, what is wrong?” 

I can hear the slyness in his voice. 

“Oh my God, you’ve been awake this entire time, haven’t you?” I complain. 

“Yes, since the first time you shook me.” He laughs. 

I slap his hand. “Mean! Why are you being mean to me, asshole?” 

Ezra kisses my neck. “I am sorry, beautiful. How can I make it up to you?” 

He runs his hand down my side and massages my hip. I press my ass back against his excitement and hope it will be enough for him to get the hint. Ezra groans at the contact.

Ezra’s hand runs around to the front of my body and slides it under my tee. He brushes his fingers over my panties, and I gasp. Ezra circles his thumb on my clit through the material. “Is my girl horny?” he rasps in my ear.

I whimper in response. Ezra trails his lips along my neck and dips his hand into my panties. The moment his rough fingers come in contact with my sensitive skin, I shudder and moan. 

“By how wet you already are, bright eyes, I will say yes.” 

I am so damn much because it has been too long since he has touched me in such a way. My body has been aching for him. 

“Yes, I am, please, it has been too long,” I plead. 

Ezra cups my pussy in his hand, which is enough to make me cry out, that is how badly I need him. He brings one of my legs over his hips with his free hand and uses the other, which is already in panties, to dance his fingers over my folds before gently slipping one inside, followed by a second. He keeps his finger movements slow and steady. I close my eyes and moan and rock my hips to his fingers. 

“Fuck, Ezra, I need you to fuck me, and not with your fingers,” I say between pants. 

He removes his fingers. “Get on your back. I will fuck you, but not before I have a taste. I am craving something sweet, bright eyes, and what is sweeter than your pussy juices on my tongue?” 

A pathetic squeak falls from my lips with his choice of words. 

“Yes, sir,” I finally breathe out. 

Ezra swats my ass. “Good girl.” 

God, I have missed those words coming from his lips. 

He pulls away, and I roll onto my back. Ezra quickly takes his place over me, pressing his lips roughly to mine. I grind my hips up against his excitement, and he growls into the kiss.  

When the kiss comes to an end, Ezra swiftly removes the tee from my body and tosses it aside. He caresses my breasts over my bra before going downwards to my sides and stomach. I whimper and arch into his touch. 

“Christ, I have missed you. Perfection is what you are.” His compliment warms my heart. 
He dips his head down to kiss the valley between my breasts. I arch up enough to give him access to take my bra off. It soon joins the tee on the floor. Ezra kisses over my breasts and flicks his tongue over my nipples. 

I entangle my fingers in his hair and start to pant. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation of his warm lips on my body. 

“Fuck, Ezra, I have missed your lips and hands all over me.” 

He moans against my skin in response. He hooks my panties in his fingers and slowly brings them down my legs until they fall on the floor. I am eager to have his face buried between my thighs. Ezra kneels between my legs and admires what is his. 

He dances his fingers up my inner thighs. “Mmm, so sexy, bright eyes.” 

“Ezra, please, I need a release,” I beg shamefully. 

A sexy smile rises on his lips. “I love it when you beg me, Alana.”  

I roll my eyes, I’m getting more frustrated by the second waiting for him to bring me release. “Yes, I know. Now, do you want to sort me out, or am I doing it myself?” 

“Hell no. The only person making you come today is me,” he says confidently and swats my thigh. 

I raise my brow at him. “Get to it then,” I demand. 

Ezra chuckles. “Yes, boss.” 

His face soon disappears between my thighs, and I sigh in relief. He teases my clit with his warm breath before he finally flicks his tongue over it. I gasp and fist the sheets. 

Ezra glances up at me. “Easy, sweetness, I have only just started.”  

“I can’t help it. I need my fix.” 

He winks at me and starts to work his tongue on my clit in flicks and circular motions. 

“Mmm, yes, that’s it, Ezra,” I cry out. 

He massages my thighs and runs his tongue over my slit. My head falls back as a deep throaty moan rolls from my lips. He dips his tongue into my pussy. I slip my fingers into his hair and rock my hips against him. Ezra groans; the vibrations only add to my pleasure. 

“Yes, I love your tongue deep in my pussy, Ezra.” I whimper and open my legs further for him. 

Ezra brings one of my legs over his shoulder before he slips his hands under my ass and lifts me from the bed a couple of inches. He kisses, licks, bites, and sucks on nearly every inch of my pussy. 

“Oh God, yes, Ezra. Fuck, I am already close,” I squeal. 

He uses my ass to guide my hips to bring me closer to his face and slides his tongue back in, picking up his speed. It only takes a matter of seconds until my orgasm hits full force without any further warning. Every inch of me shakes, and my walls tighten as I come so damn hard. Ezra drinks me up greedily. My body is sweating, and I am struggling to steady my breathing. He makes sure not to miss a drop before his warm lips kiss me as he moves back up my body. I am a hot, panting mess below him. 

“Mmm, you taste and smell so damn good, Alana.” He groans. 

I open my eyes to meet his. His lips and around his mouth are glazed with my juices. He doesn’t break eye contact as he licks his lips. 

“You are my favorite taste, bright eyes.” 

I can only moan in response. I take the time to catch my breath, and the second I have, I snake my legs around him. Looking into his eyes, I demand, “Now, fuck me!” I’m not messing around. I need him inside me, not just want. I have been so lonely without him, not just missing sex, but in every aspect of our relationship. 

“I plan on it for the next few hours,” he says confidently. 

I am more than ready for it. It is time to make up for lost time.