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As soon as the orgasm fades, a new one starts to build, his thick shaft working magic as it pumps and pleasures. It’s intense and?—
“Oh shit, I forgot to suit up,” he groans.
“It’s okay, I?—”
He whips out of me, and we whine at the agony of pulling apart so abruptly. If his body is anything like mine, it’s humming with an unquenched desire that makes me feel like I’ll combust if it doesn’t get met.
I should tell him I’m on the pill, that it’s probably safe enough, but he’s already launching off the bed, scrambling around in the bathroom, knocking things over in his haste. He returns moments later, his dick properly dressed.
Kneeling between my spread legs, he rests his hands on my knees. “What do you want, Ray?”
The question always makes me shy, but I smile, willing myself to tell him. “I want you inside me again.”
“Yeah?” His hands trail up my legs and over my naked torso. They round my breasts, massaging them while my nipples sing in ecstasy. “Anything else?”
My heart starts to dance. “I want you to hold my wrists.”
He grins. “You like that, huh?”
Trailing his fingers down my arms, he curls them around my wrists and lifts them over my head. Our breaths mingle together as he stares into my eyes and slowly, exquisitely slides back inside me.
I can’t take my eyes off his heated gaze as he starts to move, slow at first. Almost painfully slow. In, then nearly all the way out, then all the way in. My breaths turn shaky, my lips parting as he stares into my eyes with an intensity that’s so incredibly beautiful. I’ve never felt more seen… and I’ve never felt more vulnerable either.
Closing my eyes, I tip my head back with a sweet gasp. His lips hit my chin, sucking the end of it as he plunges even deeper still. His pace starts to increase, his breaths growing ragged. As his fingers thread between mine, he pumps even harder and we cling to each other, rising on this glorious wave together.
I come first, my cries euphoric as he hits my G-spot and sends my body into sweet chaos. Then he’s crying out, too, an uncontrolled sound that makes me feel like the queen of sex as his body shudders, jerking into me with two hard thrusts. His muscles strain as he buries himself deep—a heady satisfaction that I never want to get used to.
He fills me in ways so mind-blowing that I can’t even put it into words.
So I tell him with a kiss instead. The second he releases my hands, I thread my fingers into his hair and pull him on top of me, sucking his tongue into my mouth and pouring everything I’m feeling for him into this moment.
His body covering mine is pure bliss.
And I never want to even think about walking away from him again.
CHAPTER 28
LIAM
The rest of our California vacay is on the sedate side. We chill at the resort, Rachel not wanting to venture out past those thick gates. Ethan and I play a round of golf while the girls get some much-needed TLC at the hotel spa. We play board games and sports with Mick’s stepsiblings, gorge ourselves on too much delicious food, and end up leaving relaxed yet unsettled.
Mr. Hyde arranges his father-in-law’s jet for us again, and we go for an early-morning flight rather than waiting for the evening like we’d originally planned. There’s not the same excitement as we fly home in the lap of luxury. On the way to Cali, it was all buzz and laughter; this trip is quiet and broody. Mick, with a baseball cap low on her head, is curled up against Ethan, not saying much as she stares out the window. I do the same, playing with the ends of Rachel’s hair as she reads a book.
Ethan drives us back to Hockey House. The snow has piled up, and our driveway needs digging out. Rachel’s car is practically buried. I can just see the back corner of it. I frown at the deep white mess while Ethan parks along the curb with a growl.
Traipsing through the thick snow, we finally reach the door, out of breath and irritated. The TV is blaring with gunfire, and when we open the door, Casey starts yelling, “On your left! Your left!” He laughs. “Nice save, Warrior Chicken. Now cover my ass while I make a run for the door.”
We dump our bags in the entrance and walk into the living area, Rachel’s mouth dropping open as she takes in the carnage.
Casey’s still oblivious, shouting into his headset, while my eyes slowly scan the piles of dirty dishes on the dining table, the take-out trash covering the floor like confetti, and the wafting odor of burnt coffee and I don’t know what the hell else.
Baxter’s head appears as he strolls in from the pool room. Jolting to a stop, he blinks, then points at us like he’s confused. “Aren’t you due back tomorrow?”
“No, you jackass,” Ethan snaps. “It was always today. And what the fuck?” He spreads his arms wide, indicating the mess. “Asher’s gonna lose his shit.”
“Asher’s not due back until Sunday.”
“Which is tomorrow, dumbass,” I snap, backing Ethan up.
