Together, we groaned at the sensation.
Finally, the man I loved, my best friend, was filling me the way I was always meant to be filled.
His mouth opened and closed, but he said nothing, not even in our mindspace. His eyes mirrored everything I was feeling.
We felt so … so … so very right.
Eventually, his lips lowered to mine, pressing the tenderest of kisses upon them. His forehead touched my own for a heartbeat before the hot skin of his chest flattened against my breasts.
With our faces mere inches apart, he breathed, “I love you. Man, do I fucking love you.”
“I love you too.”
Then he began to roll his hips, pushing farther inside me, filling me to completion, and I understood right then I’d never experience anything better.
This, this right here, this alone was worth fighting for. This was worth clawing our way back from death for, and murdering anyone who tried to come at us.
He angled his next thrust upward, somehow hitting my fucking G-spot, and my eyes rolled upward as I moaned.
“I’m never leaving your bed,” I grunted.
“Promise?” he whispered over my lips, then kissed me again, rolling in and out of me.
And then,of coursefucking then, our phones buzzed from our pant pockets, wherever our jeans had landed.
Griffin stilled for a second, then thrust up into me again. I grew impossibly wetter.
Our phones buzzed again, at the same time, which meant it was our group text message.
He hesitated again.
“Don’t stop,” I said, but a third buzz caused the two of us to groan, and not in the good way.
“Dammit,” I exclaimed. “It could be Hunt.”
“Prob’ly is,” Griffin said while balls deep inside me and appearing unwilling to go anywhere else.
He sighed heavily, his eyelids fluttering closed for a moment of evident regret, then pulled out of me.
Immediately I missed his warmth like I didn’t know how to live without it. I stared at his erection with feral possessiveness while he fished his phone from his pants. The screen lit up his face, highlighting how his eyes widened and his mouth tightened.
“Fuck,” he snarled.
I leapt from the bed and sidled up next to him.
Hunt:SOS
Hunt:Treehouse, now
Hunt:Already on my way
A minute ago, I would have thought there was nothing that would have gotten me to walk away from naked playtime with Griffin. But when our crew needed us, we dropped everything—even beautiful, glistening erections—and were there for one another.
That’s what family fucking did.
We barely spared each other a single look of regret before hurriedly tossing each other our clothes.
Griffin’s thumbs skimmed his screen, and my phone lit up seconds later.
