Then I fuck Celine like I want her to be as broken as I am.
Except she’s too strong for that.
She takes every stroke, her nails digging vicious half-moons into my shoulders even as her lips give me the sweetest kisses.
Exactly as she promised, Celine holds me together while I take her apart.
By the time my orgasm crashes over me, I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve driven her over the edge. Our bodies are slick with sweat, her hips are bruised from my fingers, and my bed smells like the perfect combination of both of us.
Celine is here. For me. For now, that’s all that matters.
Lying on my stomach between Celine’s spread legs, with my head pillowed on her stomach, I wake when the door swings open and bangs against the wall.
“I need to know you’re okay, Ciprian. You can’t wallow alone.If we’re going to be fucking sad, we can be fucking sad together—oh fuck.”
I crane my neck in time to see Callum’s mouth drop open.
Sheena chases him into the room, hand outstretched. “Come back here,” she hisses. “I told you not to barge in.”
Celine looks at them calmly, like two lunatics didn’t just burst into the room. “Good morning,” she says, yawning.
I drag my arm up to cover her bare chest and shoot my brother a death glare. He hasn’t moved an inch.
Sheena giggles. “It’s great to officially meet you. We’re incredibly sorry about this. Callum was crazy worried about Ciprian and?—”
“You’re exaggerating,” Cal mutters, shifting his weight uncomfortably as his olive-toned cheeks turn pink. “I’m sorry to intrude.”
“Sheena and Callum, meet Celine,” I say proudly. “She was also crazy worried about Ciprian and flew all the way here to make sure he was okay.”
“Eww. Don’t talk about yourself in third person,” Celine says.
Sheena nods. “It’s creepy.”
I frown, not loving how they immediately ganged up on me. “This isn’t bestie behavior,” I tell Sheena. “Read the handbook.”
“My bad, I’ll get right on that.” She grabs Callum’s arm. “Since we know you’re okay now, we’ll get out of your?—”
“Where’s squirt? Is he depressed?”
I groan loudly at the booming voice and brace myself for the storm that’s coming.
Sheena tries to head him off, I’ll give her that, but it’s kind of like asking a blade of grass to stop a tornado. Gideon scoops her up with one arm and keeps right on coming. “It’s okay, baby. I won’t stay long; I want to make sure he’s hanging in there.”
I look at Celine and sigh. “I’m really sorry about this.”
When Gideon spots us, he whistles loud enough to damage my eardrums.
I shoot him a glare. Celine’s going to kill me for this. I’ll never get to touch her again and—Her giggle steals the fury from my panic, and I’m so relieved she finds this funny instead of offensive that I slump against her stomach and disassociate.
If I don’t look at them, they’ll leave. Right?
“We would love to join you for breakfast,” Celine says.
Wait, what?I’ve clearly missed something. Lifting my head, I glance between them all, unsure how they’ve managed to trap me. Callum still hasn’t moved. I’m pretty sure the sight of me in bed with someone cracked his brain. Honestly, it’s insulting.
Locking eyes with Sheena, I widen mine. Gods bless her, she takes the hint and forcefully manhandles Callum from the room. “We’ll meet you in the kitchen,” she grunts breathlessly, using her full bodyweight to shove Gideon’s big ass through the door. “Sarah and Joshua are having breakfast with your mom.”
I nod, relieved and disappointed that I won’t get to introduce Celine to the rest of my family. When the door closes behind them, I shake my head and groan.
