The Santas Who Stole Me (Stolen #1)

Chapter 27

Chapter Twenty-Seven

KEEPER

Georgie walks into the kitchen dressed in jeans and a long sleeve tight black shirt. I’ve never seen her covered up this much. The edges of her lips tip up when she sees me. I give her the orange juice I poured. The pregnancy app I downloaded suggested it as a source of folic acid the baby needs. If she isn’t pregnant yet, she will be.

“Ready to go help Marge with the order?”

“Yes. I need my lipstick out of my guitar case, where is it?” she asks with her head half in the fridge.

“It’s in the office. Are you hungry?”

“Nope, ready to get to work though. Let me run and grab it.” She quickly leaves the room, and I know something is off with her. After our spit shake we fucked her until she couldn’t walk out of my office, then again in the shower. I’ve never been so glad for the size of my bathroom that we could all fit. Maybe she’s nervous about the baby or being pregnant. I’ll have to reassure her this is exactly what should happen. I pull out my phone and open the group chat.

Keeper: Did Georgie say anything this morning?

Zee: Why, what’s wrong? I’m at the diner now, it’s clear. Do you need me back at home?

Calum: She said my dick is her favorite.

Zee: No one believes that fucker, mine’s the biggest, why are you asking, Keep?

Keeper: She seems stressed, maybe it’s about tomorrow or that we have to go over everything tonight.

Zee: Make her feel better.

Calum: Distract her.

Keeper: On it. Calum, when will you be there? How’s the job?

Calum: Not finished because my brother is texting me.

Keeper: Go, we will see you soon. Be safe, you’re going to be an uncle soon.

Calum: Fuck off, you might make the first kid, but Georgie is going to be calling me Daddy tonight.

Zee: She can call me Big Papa.

Keeper: middle finger emoji

Georgie walks back in, and I grab the keys off the hook.

“Did you find it?”

“Oh, uh, sure did.” She isn’t wearing lipstick, which is fine by me, she’s perfect without it, but she seems nervous.

I wish Zee was here to do his voodoo reading people shit. My lips brush her cheek when she stops in front of me. “Are you worried about the deal we made yesterday?”

“No, why, are you?”

“Nope, it’s the best agreement I’ve ever made. Love you, kitten. Let’s get going.”

“Keeper, I love you too. So much.” Her lips peck mine, and she walks to the truck waiting for me to help her in. It’s lifted and huge. We use it when we need to haul weapons. I like driving it because it’s loud and badass.

Georgie gets that glazed-over look when her mind wanders.

“What’s going on in your head?”

Her cheek rests on my palm when my hand brushes the hair out of her face. Every time I touch it, I fight the urge to wrap it around my hand and wrist. Like every other part of her it calls to me.

“Sometimes his words fill my mind. I’m trying to get rid of them.”

Fuck, I didn’t think I could hate that mother fucker more. I try to hide my rage. Georgie needs to purge whatever poisons that asshole filled her with.

“Say them. Whatever his lying words were. Get them out because they don’t belong with you.” I’ll gladly shoulder whatever she needs.

“Idiot, ugly, worthless, that I never do things right.” She shrugs before adding, “Those types of things.”

My brothers were right, I need to distract her and make her feel better. I should eat her pussy and get her to relax. At the same time, I’m selfish and want to fill her up with my cum, so she has my baby, but because I can multitask, I realize she needs both, so I quickly undo her button and zipper, pull off her pants and underwear, and discard her shoes. I push her shirt and bra up, so her tits spill out the bottom. She sits on the edge of the truck seat, and I bend down to lick her. She sighs and slides her fingers in my hair. Her cries echo around me, and I feel like a cocky fucker knowing how quickly I made her come. Rising, I swipe my face with the back of my hand.

“What are you doing?” Her pink tongue runs along her top lip when I undo my belt and pull out my dick. It’s stone hard and seeking out her warmth.

I grab the back of her neck, put her legs on either side of my waist, and spin us around, so I am holding her up and leaning against the truck. “Bounce on me, kitten. I’m going to remind you of everything you really are.”

Georgie looks between our bodies as I line up to her entrance. Her slit is shiny and so wet for me. She takes me inch by inch, and I use her legs as added resistance against her wetness. She gasps when I jut my hips for that last inch.

“You’re brilliant, Georgia. Amazing at everything you do. You brought us together in a way we didn’t know we needed.” I kiss her neck and make my way to her tits. Will they be bigger when she’s pregnant? I lock my lips around her nipple. It immediately hardens in my mouth when I add pressure from my teeth. The pop sound when I pull off is my new fixation.

“Keeper, fuck that feels good.”

“You were made for me to worship like this. You have the best tits and most amazing pussy. But your lips, Georgie.” I’m back on them, giving them the attention they deserve. My pace has picked up, and the truck rocks at our movements. “I would crawl on my knees through hell to kiss them, so soft and pink, you taste like a damn sugar cookie all the time.”

She giggles into my mouth, and my heart clutches. Fuck, she’s going to kill me.

I slowly pull in and out of her. I could fuck her all day and tell her how amazing she is. Will it help if she doesn’t believe my words? “Georgia Davis, repeat after me.” My hips drive in, and I hit her deep. Her eyes light up. She’s got such a naughty side to be a sweet kitten. “Beautiful.” I thrust and she gushes, and the sound fills the garage, making my already steel dick turn to stone. She better get the message quick because I’m going to explode in her. My fingers pinch her chin. “Say it, Georgie.”

“Beautiful.”

I reward her with a deeper thrust, and her head falls back. My dick slides out slowly again, and my need to rut into her has me spinning us again, and I put her back to the truck.

“Brilliant.” My voice is deep and demanding.

Thrust.

“Brilliant,” she repeats.

Thrust.

She can hardly speak now, but this is how I want her, my sweet girl unraveling all around me.

“Perfect, precious, and worthy.” I slam into her again, and her scream has me coming with her.

“Yes. Keeper, God.” She sucks in air hard enough for her throat to cave, and as much as I’d love to watch her come back to earth, I need to make sure she gets pregnant. Georgie is dead weight, still milking my cock as I carry her to the door. I pull out of her and lay her across the seat. I shove her legs up so they are bent. The height of the truck gives me a good view of her pussy. Swiping up with two fingers I gather the cum leaking out and shove both fingers back inside her. “Georgie, you take my cum so well. Keep it inside you.” My fingers twist in and out of her, and I keep her ass angled, hoping gravity can help.

She moans, and I curl my finger inside her on that G-spot I’ve learned so well, causing her to tighten and strangle my fingers with her pulses.

“Keeper, fuck that feels so good.” An orgasm with my cum makes it more likely to get her pregnant, so I work her hard with my hand.

“You are mine, beautiful, and smart. His words are meaningless. I love you, Georgie.” I crawl on top of her, licking our arousals off my fingers and then shoving them into her mouth.

She hollows out her cheeks on my fingers like a good girl, sucking them clean.

“We taste so good together, kitten.”

“Love you, Keeper,” she says with a sigh.

I hope it’s complete contentment. “Good. Clench those thighs together, no cleaning up anymore. I’m not going to risk you wasting a single drop.” I wait for her to protest but she nods.

“Why is that so hot?” she asks herself, making me laugh.

Georgie wants this as much as I do.