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“Now, what the fuck?” she muttered, canting her head. I craned around the doorframe to spot Royal, happily sleeping with three fucking rabbits curled up against her warmth. “In the goddamned house?”
Panting, dick straining against my zipper, I looked around, snatched her wrist, and yanked her inside the hall bathroom.
“Close enough?” I muttered.
“God, yes,” she breathed back, shutting the door behind us.
“Come here,” I demanded, hands settling around her hips to pull her in front of the vanity. “I want to see you, baby.”
She nodded incoherently as I bent her over the counter, her hands flying out to brace herself. “I’ve been dying to flip this skirt over your hips all day,” I said as I did just that, giving her shapely ass a light smack, and loving the way it halted her breath.
“Good,” she gasped. “I’ve been dying to touch you.”
I spied the wet spot on that silky excuse for underwear and smiled at her in the mirror. “Wet for me already, baby?”
She arched a brow, eyes dropping to my blatant erection in the mirror before countering, “Hard for me already, babe?”
Grinning, I yanked apart my belt buckle, followed by the button and zipper of my slacks. “All you gotta do is smile at me, and I’ll be ready, El.” I shook my head as I freed my aching cock. “Touch me like that—tell me you want me—you can bet I’m dying to make you scream, baby.”
“Then do it,” she challenged, pulling out that bravado that undid me entirely. With no further delay, I slid aside her red thong, running the crown of my dick up her wet slit. Her eyes slid closed where I watched her in the mirror, mouth falling open as I repeated the motion, giving her clit a hard tap before lining up and thrusting home, her body somehow fighting me and welcoming me all at once. That hot, wet channel gripped me without mercy. Her lungs filled in one hard breath as mine faltered. As though I’d granted her the air in my lungs in one abrupt motion. “Fuck, baby, you’re so tight.” Eyes flying wide, she locked her gaze on me in the mirror.
“I love you,” I said, watching the emotions shift over her face like a rapid-fire strobe.
“I love you,” she repeated. There was no lead up this time. No foreplay or teasing. I went straight for the devastation I needed from her, needing to see her come undone around my cock, body melting under my hands.
Palms roamed. My thrusts quickened, and she cried out my name like a prayer in the air between us.
“You’re mine, Elora Rhodes. At the end of this life, that’s all that fucking matters to me. Do you hear me?” I growled, pistoning into her, my pace growing punishing. This was a claiming. A declaration of intent. She couldn’t just run off making all the decisions for us alone. She was my girl. My world. And I’d find a way to prove it to her. There was the dull thud of what I assumed was Royal jumping off the bed. But the world was fuzzy beyond my need for her. Beyond the warm slide of my palm over her hip and slap of skin against skin. The wet sound of her body pulling me in.
“Yes!” she cried out, and I clamped a hand over that pretty mouth just in case, the other tightening my hold on her waist as my hips snapped forward.
Buried deep, bottomed out at the end of her, I held steady, our eyes locked. “Then stop making decisions for both of us. Give me a chance to figure this out. Because the only future worth living in is one where I have time to worship every inch of you. Understand?” She nodded against my palm. “Good girl. Now fucking come for me, baby.”
Her walls fluttered around my cock when I returned to that punishing pace, release barreling for us both. But right as we tumbled over that edge together, the door flew open, the room filling with hall light.
A frantic, feminine yelp proceeded a screeched, “Oh my god! Oh my god! I’m so sorry!” The door slammed shut, but not before I caught a flash of red hair and wide brown eyes. I’d barely pulled out, El’s dress pouring back over her hips as she lunged for the door. Yanking my pants up, I rushed to follow. But El was hauling Noel back inside and kicking the door closed while she pinned her up against the wall with a hand over her mouth.
“Noel,” she said with a disconcerting level of calm. “You can’t say anything.”
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ELORA
“Wahdoomeeahca,” Noel rapid fire mumbled into my palm before her eyes went cartoon character angry and she licked me. I yanked away from the impressive assault of saliva, wrinkling my nose.
“Breathe,” I instructed, as she opened her mouth, her eyes flying wide. There was nothing subtle about Noel—she was big, bright, animated, and currently, her passion was directed at me.
“What-the-fuck-do-you-mean-I-can’t-say-anything?” she trilled so quickly it took a hot fucking second for my brain to catch up. I blinked as it buffered, but evidently not fast enough, because she immediately popped a hip, hand hitting it as she glared Broderick’s direction. “You know Jameson and I don’t do lies. I’m not lying to him. Don’t ask me to do that—you’re both better than that.”
“We’re going to tell them,” I said, hands raised defensively as her brown eyes narrowed.
“When?” she demanded, eyes flicking from him to me.
“Soon,” Broderick promised, voice low and soothing, even to my frenzied brain.
“When is soon?” She barked back with a bit too much enthusiasm. All three of us nervously eyed the door, and she flinched like she was also remembering how hard she slammed it.
“Is everybody out there?” I redirected the line of questioning.
