“He pulled out both times, but clearly…that’s not the most effective form of birth control.” She laughed, though it was a nervous sound.
I gave her a minute then sensed she was done, and so I said, “What he did was wrong.”
She opened her mouth as if to protest, but then closed it. Finally, she nodded. “All these years, I blamed myself. And while I should’ve spoken up, he shouldn’t have assumed.”
“I wish I could’ve been your first. Your only.” I held her gaze as I kissed her belly. “But I can’t. So, I’ll settle for being your last.”
I didn’t wait for her response; I licked her clit, rendering her speechless. She was so sweet, so pure. And I loved taking her like this.
The pressure built quickly. Before I knew it, she was gripping the sheets, trying to keep herself from crying out. I worked her harder, faster, determined to make it as good for her as possible. And then I watched in awe as she arched off the bed, her release barreling through her.
I climbed up Wren’s body, kissing her as I did so. I wanted her to feel cherished. Loved. She smiled at me and cupped my cheeks, bringing my mouth to hers for a kiss. It was sweet and lazy and perfect.
“I love you.” Her limbs were loose, her smile dazed.
I grinned, loving her like this. “You love my orgasms.”
“That too.” She kissed me again as I ground against her, her body warm and soft against mine.
I straddled her, pumping myself a few times before grabbing a condom. I loved the way her eyes widened when I rolled it on. Every damn time.
I slid into her slowly, loving the feel of her body wrapped around mine. Pulling me in. Bringing us closer.
I brushed my lips against hers, needing our bodies to touch as much as possible. “I love you.”
She laughed, running her hands over my chest. “You know, I always thought it was just because I was Liam’s sister.” Her gaze was steady and soul-searching, searing in its intensity.
“No. It’s because you’re you.”
* * *
“Good morning,”Wren said on a yawn, rolling over to face me.
“Morning,” I said. I was supposed to pick up River in a few hours, but first, I was looking forward to spending more alone time with my girl.
She smoothed her hand over my cheek, her touch delicate and full of care. “You’re handsome.”
The door opened, and I heard Liam call out, “Bennett?”
Wren and I glanced at each other, wide-eyed. Her lips were swollen, clothes nonexistent. And we both looked guilty as fuck.
“What’s he doing here?” she whispered, hopping out of bed and searching frantically for her clothes.
“We were supposed to hang out,” I said through my teeth. “I totally forgot.”
Shit. Shit. Shit.I pulled on my athletic shorts—fuck the boxers—and glanced around, wishing I could magically disappear or something.
“Where are you?” I could hear Liam’s feet coming down the hall, getting closer and closer, each step like a nail in my coffin. He was going to fucking kill me.
She scrambled with her shirt, straightening it and her hair as if what we’d been doing wouldn’t be completely obvious. And then Wren gave my chest a little shove, and I fell backward off the bed and onto the floor with a thud. My eyes flew to hers.
“Hide!” she hissed, pulling on her shorts.
“Where?” I whispered, eyes darting from side to side. I was six foot two and weighed nearly two hundred pounds. There was no hiding. It’d be like asking a bear to squeeze itself into a rabbit’s burrow. Utterly impossible.
“Hello?” Liam knocked on the door, and it opened the rest of the way. “Anybody home?”
I amsodead.
