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“Welp. My details suck,” he said, clapping his hands on his thighs as he stood. “You’re up, El. Grabbing a refill—anybody need one?”
“No thanks, I’m good,” Brod said. Max and I both shook our heads as Axel glanced between us. He gave an oblivious shrug and turned for the kitchen as I watched Broderick’s expression, wondering what kind of mischief was running through his head. With a smile, eyes trained on me, he added, “Got everything a man could want right here, anyway.”
“Can you two just go bang this out somewhere else?” Max muttered under his breath. His quiet tone didn’t keep us both from kicking him in the shins beneath the table. “Ouch,” he complained before we all burst out laughing.
“Come on, let me lend you a hand,” I said as I set my glass down, waving both hands in a motion to pass me the bowl of dough.
One dark brow winged up. “You’d enjoy that, wouldn’t you?”
“Down to the last drop—” I grabbed the bowl of pumpkin filling as my brothers and Noel wandered our way, “of filling,” I added, smirking as he slid over a prepared pie pan and I poured the last portion into the shaped crust. Using the plastic spatula, I scraped the edges of the bowl clean, ensuring all the filling landed as intended. I ran a slow finger over the spatula before flicking my eyes to his and sliding my finger between my lips. He sucked on a canine as I sucked off the pumpkin, shaking his head before dropping his eyes below the table and snagging the glass of whiskey he’d been nursing since I got here.
“Save some for me,” Axel complained, bumping into me as he dove for the bowl. I burst out laughing, turning my face into my hands, certain it was flaming red. But it was Broderick’s foot, tapping mine beneath the table that had me grinning back up at everyone.
“Fucking finally,” I muttered when Max headed out into the blustery evening, leaving us alone. Evidently, the sentiment was mutual, because before I’d clunked the deadbolt into place, Broderick was behind me, body enveloping mine. I stuttered in both step and breath, leaning my forehead against the door as his hands scraped up my sides, grazing over my breasts before making their way down to my waist, where he squeezed as he rocked into my ass.
A breathless little giggle escaped between me as he turned me around, pinning me to the front door with his hips. “You’re a cock tease.”
“Not my fault you can’t keep your head out of the gutter. I was just baking pie.”
“It was absolutely your fault, you little minx. Commando. Christ, woman.”
Laughing, I dropped my head back to the wall as he dove for my throat, kissing, sucking, nipping at the skin between my neck and shoulder. I’d never felt like a man was starving for me, but there was no denying that he’d missed me like I missed him. After grappling with telling me about his feelings for so long, Broderick certainly wasn’t shy about showing me. His hand dropped between my legs, hoisting a thigh up around his hips before he slipped beneath the hem of my dress, growling when he found me bare—and wet—for him.
“Are you trying to kill me, Pix?”
“Gotta keep you wanting, Professor. Can’t have you wandering off.”
“Never,” he snarled, and then plunged a blunt finger inside me, knocking the air out in a sudden rush of sensation. “Glad it’s not just me. You’re dripping, baby.”
“Since the moment we talked about your balls in my face and your cum painting my tits.”
“That wicked mouth,” he muttered, amused, before claiming it with his own. I giggled, loving that for all his filthy words, mine made him seem sheepish and uncertain, but it was swallowed by the overwhelm that was Broderick Allen as he slid his finger out, only to replace it with two. The sudden intrusion sent my back arching, pleasure overwhelming my synapses as he hit that perfect spot inside me. Leisurely strokes, as if he had no intention of rushing this, of satisfying that desperate, needy spring in my core.
The moment his lips were on mine, I needed him everywhere. As though the world fell out from below my feet, and I plunged down into the pool of him with no hope of surfacing for air as he pumped against my walls. I didn’t need air here. Just his decadent touch as he curled his fingers, that spiced scent filling my lungs, and the taste of his tongue as it plundered my mouth.
“I’ve got the shower warming up for you,” he breathed when he peeled away, slipping his fingers out of me to give my clit a little tap, every inch of my body protesting the absence of his mouth robbing me of oxygen.
“Mean.”
“I’ll just let you pretend that wasn’t your first thought when you landed.”
“You saying I stink or something?”
He gave my ass a little clap and squeeze, brushing his nose over mine as he shook his head. “I’m saying you spent your day hopping airports, and I’ve never seen you last this long without ‘washing away communal seats’.”
I wrinkled my nose, glancing down at myself before shrugging, “Couldn’t wait to see you.”
His smile was akin to pouring hot wax directly down my spine, heat blooming to life like it would consume me entirely. “I couldn’t be happier to have you home, baby.”
“Yeah? Not ruining your bachelor’s pad?”
“It’s long-past time this place filled with your light, El.” Smiling to myself, I leaned into his chest, breathing him in, memorizing the lines of his back with the pads of my fingers. “Now, if you want to wash the plane off of you, go do it before I snap and bend you over that island you were admiring earlier.”
Smirking, I said, “That doesn’t sound sanitary.”
“Believe me, there’s nothing sanitary about what I want to do with your ass in the air for me.”
Cheeks flushed, I shook my head, rolling my bottom lip between my teeth. Glancing down to the clothes that had seen a ride share, two planes, and a handful of very public benches, I wrinkled my nose. “It’s somehow sweet and irritating that you know me well enough to know that’s bothering me.”
