Chapter One Hundred and Twenty

Chapter One Hundred and Twenty
Alana 

I woke abruptly twenty minutes ago, and now I can’t get back to sleep. I am too damn horny. I tried to wake Ezra, but failed because he seemed to be in a deep sleep. He has had a hectic day between finishing Finlay’s room and unpacking the rest of our things besides work, so I left him alone when he didn’t wake. 

I know I can’t go back to sleep until I sort my issue out and stop the damn throbbing between my thighs. If I don’t want a restless night, there is only one thing for it. I will need to sort myself out and try to be quiet. Isn’t my sex drive supposed to be lowering at this stage of my pregnancy? I blame Ezra for being a damn sex god! If he weren’t so good in bed and sexy, I wouldn’t always be so horny and needy. 

I sigh and slip my hand into my shorts. I bite down on my lip to stop myself from moaning as I rub my clit. I close my eyes, eager for release. I start slowly and pick up speed, but when I do, the moans I try to hold back escape. I can’t help it, but it didn’t seem possible to wake him. 

I continue until there is movement next to me, and a hand wraps around my arm. 

“What do you think you are doing, bright eyes?” Ezra questions me with a firm tone. 

Oh, I am busted! “Nothing,” I reply sweetly. 

I feel him shift closer to me, and the warmth of his breath tickles my neck, and it is enough to make me shudder. “Oh, don’t even try to lie to me, sweetness. You were in the middle of getting yourself off. That is my job.” 

“I tried to wake you, but it didn’t work,” I protest. 

Ezra removes my hand from my shorts. “Well, I am awake now. Let me take care of you. Tell me what you need, angel,” he rasps and kisses the side of my neck. 

I moan, finding his hair in the dark, I entangle my fingers in it and turn to face him. I press my lips roughly to his, pulling on his hair as I do. I slide my hand under the covers into his boxers, stroking his cock. He is already semi-hard. Ezra groans against my lips. 

I back away, breathless, and remove my hand from his boxers. “I need you to fuck me.” 

“Damn, yes, please. Tell me how you want it, Alana?” 

I take my shorts off and carefully move onto all fours. The only position that is comfortable for me because of my bump. Ezra moves to take his place behind me. He holds one of my hips, and he uses his free hand to dance over my folds. I gasp and rock my hips. 

“Ezra, don’t even think of teasing me,” I warn. The worst thing he can do is tease me right now. 

He chuckles. “I wasn’t going to, sweetness.” 

“Good. Then fuck me,” I command and press my ass back against him. 

Ezra kisses over my shoulders and back, holds both my hips and thrusts into me from behind. I cry out and fist the pillow as he fills me up. 

“Fuck, you feel good,” Ezra grunts as he works into me at a steady pace, making sure not to get too rough. 

I sometimes miss the rough sex we used to have, but even though it isn’t like that now, it is still incredible. 

“Yes, Ezra, you are what I need right now.” I whimper. This is so much better than doing it myself. 

He plunges in deeper but is gentle, keeping a steady rhythm. It isn’t going to take long for him to bring me over the edge because I am so desperate for it. I work my hips with his. 

“Oh God, yes,” I squeal, and my head falls back. “Spank me, Ezra.” I don’t need to and him twice. He spanks my ass and draws out of me. I wince at losing contact, but he re-enters me seconds later. 

I begin to tighten around him. His hand comes around to the front of my body, his fingers falling on my clit. He circles his thumb around it. 

“Close so soon, bright eyes?” he whispers seductively. 

“Yes, I need it, baby. I need you to make me cum. Give it to me, Ezra,” I pant out. 

He presses a little harder and thrusts quicker. “Come for me, bright eyes. Let me feel you shake around me, baby,” he demands and slaps my ass again. 

I scream as my legs weaken and my body shakes. My head falls forward, and I start panting his name as my orgasm dominates me, and I erupt around him. Ezra curses and groans as I do. A feeling of relief takes over as my body finally gets what it needs. 

“Ezra, I love how good your cock fills me up. You fuck me so good. You are the best I’ve ever had. Come for me, baby. I want to feel your warmth deep inside of me,” I say between heavy breaths, using my words to help him along. 

“Yes. Keep talking dirty to me, Alana. I am close. Fuck. So close.” He grunts. 

I continue, my voice low and seductive. “You love how tight my pussy is around you, don’t you, Ezra? You can barely handle the feel of me around your huge cock.” 

Ezra’s breathing becomes erratic, and my name comes from his lips repeatedly. His cock tenses inside of me. 

“Fuck, yes, Alana. I am going to come so hard.” He moans. 

A second climax creeps up on me, and when Ezra finally explodes, it is enough to make me come again, and we ride through our highs together. Ezra pulls out and collapses next to me. I use the little energy I have to lie on my back. Neither of us speaks, the sound of our heavy breathing fills the room. 

“Do you think you can sleep now, sweetheart?” Ezra chuckles. 

“Yes, I should be able to. Thanks, my love. Sorry, I woke you.” I giggle. 

Ezra kisses me softly. “Never apologize for waking me up, especially if it involves sex.” 

I wasn’t looking at him, but I knew he would have a smirk on his lips. “Typical man,” I tease. 

“Says the one who wakes me up most nights, sometimes more than once, or pounces on me any chance she gets.” 

I snicker and slap his arm playfully. “I have not heard you complain, not even once.” 

“And you never will. Come on, beautiful, we should clean up and go back to sleep. I am sure you will probably wake me up for a fix again in a couple of hours.” 

He has a point. My sex drive is through the roof in the mornings. Ezra climbs out of bed, coming to my side, and he helps me out. We head to the bathroom to clean up. We are snuggling back in bed in no time. 

“Rest, bright eyes. I love you,” he says and presses a soft kiss to my lips. 

“I love you too.” 

I turn my back to him because lying on my side is the most comfortable at night. Ezra snakes his arm around me to rest his hand on my bump. I smile because he does it every night. 

“Goodnight, Finlay. Daddy loves you.” 

“Mommy loves you too,” I add. 

I close my eyes and wait for sleep to take over. We have a busy day tomorrow because I have a doctor’s appointment in the morning, just a check-up, and after that, we have a meeting with some caterers for our wedding, and lastly, we need to pack to fly to LA the next day. Everyone knows we are coming, but no one knows the reason why. We are eager to share the good news with them. 

I plan on making a shopping date with Lucy, Angelina, and Jenny to find a wedding dress. I could find one in Scotland, but I will have no one there to accompany me. I can’t exactly go with Ezra. I know what style I want, but I am unsure if it will be easy to find what I want, especially with my bump. Hopefully, I can find one to fit, but it will be an emotional process for a couple of reasons. Firstly, it will remind me of my mom, and secondly, with my pregnancy hormones, there is a chance I will dislike every dress I try on because I won’t like how I look in it. 

It will all be worth it, though, because I can’t wait to marry Ezra in a few months. I love the sound of Alana Barclay. Not only that, but it means I can have the same surname as Finlay, too, which is important to me. It will be an incredible day and a step in the right direction for our future.