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“I want to fuck you, Silas,” she breathes.
My name sounds like a prayer on her perfect lips, and who am I to deny her anything?
I slide my hands over the swell of her hips to settle on her waist. Instead of standing up, I pull her down to the floor until she’s kneeling, our faces nose-to-nose.
“Here?” she asks, eyes dark with lust.
“Here, baby,” I murmur, dragging my lips along her jaw. “So be a good girl, and ride my face, yeah?”
She laughs, this breathy sound that vibrates through her entire body. She presses her palm to my chest, right over my heart and gently nudges me until I fall back onto my ass. My shoulders crash against the cabinets, and I can feel the almost silly grin spreading across my face. I don’t even care that I probably look ridiculous.
“How about I ride your cock instead?” she murmurs against my mouth. She gently sinks her teeth into my lower lip before swiping her tongue along the sting.
It’s a distraction, and it’s fucking working.
“Fuck,” I growl, my hand sliding down her waist to grip her perfect ass.
Her fingertips dig into my shoulder, her nails biting through the material of my shirt. I fucking relish the idea of wearing her marks. I hope she leaves dozens of them all over me, proof that she’s mine.
I slide my palm up her back, reveling in the softness of her skin. And I get a little lost in the way she handles me.
The way she grips my cock in her hand and slides it free from my jeans. The hunger in her gaze as he looks at it like she’s dying for a fucking taste. I imagine her on her knees for me then, taking as much of my cock as she can handle, and then taking another inch.
My dick throbs in anticipation, nearly painful with desire.
As she positions herself above me, her gaze never leaves mine. I watch the moment she lowers herself onto my cock, her lips parting in awe. Her tongue snakes out to wet her lust-swollen lips, and a low growl rumbles in my chest.
She’s the most perfect thing I’ve ever seen, and I was a fool to keep her at arm’s length for as long as I did. She was never just the nanny, but she was always mine. I just didn’t know how to accept it.
I don’t know what I love more: the taste of her cunt on my tongue or the way it squeezes the life from my cock. All I know is that I would happily spend the rest of the night, fuck it, the rest of my whole goddamn life tangled up in this woman.
I fear she may not realize what she’s done though, because now that I’ve had her—really fucking had her—I’m never letting her go.
In the labyrinth of my tangled life, she’s the map to my salvation. And I’ll follow her to the ends of the earth, offering her every tattered piece of my soul.
30
NOVA
I jog down the stairs, my mind already focused on all the shit I need to get done today. I’ve spent the last couple of days playing catch-up with work. As much as I want to spend all of my time with my girl, the excuse “sorry, I’m busy either fucking my girl or fucking up the assholes who might’ve been involved in the kidnapping of my girl” just doesn’t really roll off the tongue that well.
I beeline for the coffee pot, nodding my hello to both my brothers. God that’s fucking weird to think. I side-eye both of them as I pull a mug from the cabinet, wondering if today is the day I finally confront them. There’s no way they both don’t know about our sibling bond, and that’s the shit that eats me up more than anything.
The design on the mug catches my eye, sky blue with a giant sunflower aesthetic hand-painted. And I’d bet one of my asshole brothers’ lives that Evangeline’s grandma painted this. I hesitate for a moment, scanning the rest of the mugs on the shelf for a different one. But they all seem to look like they’re hand-painted, so I keep it.
“Where’s my girl?” I ask the room. It’s a double-edged sword, asking them about her. Because I have to ask them where she is, I can’t stop myself from wondering if they’ve been with her today when I haven’t.
Jealousy is a real bitch.
“Our girl,” Silas grunts from in front of the stove. He’s making an omelet, and I wonder if it’s for Evangeline.
I had to stifle my disappointment when I didn’t see her in bed. I woke up with the intense urge to eat her for breakfast. I can’t fucking help it. Her skin is a flawless canvas, one I ache to explore fully. Every single fucking day.
“She’s around here somewhere with Coraline. Garage, I think,” Bane mutters distractedly.
I knew she wanted to continue going through Nana Jo’s things in the house, and she keeps mentioning something about buried treasure. I can’t quite tell if she’s joking, or if I’m going to walk downstairs one day and find her in the backyard with a shovel.
I raise my brows at my brother and pour some pumpkin spice creamer in my coffee, because sometimes I’m basic as fuck like that. “Our girl, hm? Strange hearing you say that.”
