“Yes, baby. Come with me. Please.” His voice is rough and husky, his muscles vibrating, his heart thundering.
I change the angle slightly, his cock rubbing against my sweetest spot in a rushed frenzy until he’s snatching my ass in his hands, gripping it tight, and splitting me in half with deep, heaving thrusts that… hit… the…oh!… spot… just…ahhhh… right!
A strangled cry comes out of me, blending with his powerful groans as he does one last thrust and empties himself inside me.
I wrap my arms around his neck, clinging to him as he jerks and twitches, letting out the last of his sweet juices and making me feel absolutely complete.
The water, miraculously still hot, continues to hit my back like warm, delectable raindrops. Wily’s arms slide around me, then glide up my spine and nestle around my shoulders.
A soft laugh rumbles in his chest. “I fucking love this shower. I say we spend the next two days in here. No one will miss us, right?”
I giggle against his shoulder, nestling my forehead into the crook of his neck and wishing I could tell him,“Sure.”
But reality awaits us outside this door.
I’m just grateful that we got this snippet of time. I didn’t realize how badly I needed to connect with my man in this way.
And I definitely need to make sure we don’t leave it for so long again. My body will never forgive me.
CHAPTER 19
ZOEY
My dad won’t forgive me if he catches me doing this, but I don’t give a shit right now.
Okay, so he’ll forgive me, but he’ll be pretty pissed before he does. And I also don’t care about that. I can face the wrath of Grumpy-Ass Zander Donohue, dammit.
If it means I can get my phone back for a few minutes, then the risk is 100 percent worth it.
All the little kids are in bed now, so this is my chance. Mom and Dad are downstairs talking with the other adults. They’re laughing and oblivious to the fact that they even have children. I don’t know where Uncle Wily and Aunt Libby are, but if I’m super quiet, hopefully they won’t catch me sneaking into my parents’ room.
I check the coast is clear and nearly jump out of my skin when the door beside me pops open.
“Shit,” I whisper, patting my chest when I see Logan standing there smirking at me.
Cole’s head appears a second later, because these two act as though they’re one human being.
“What’s up, sis?” Logan’s smile grows.
I hate that I’m so transparent around these two.
“Oh, hey, Zoey.” Dom waves from behind them, and I lift my hand, giving him a closed-mouth smile.
I’m pretty sure he’s been crushing on me since I acquired boobs last year, and it’s super awkward. We spent a week with them at the beach last summer, and the way his eyes bulged when I strolled out of the house in my bikini was so embarrassing. He tried really hard but couldn’t stop staring at my chest.
No one else seemed to notice, and I didn’t know what the hell to do.
In the end, I took him aside and whisper-barked in his face, “Quit it! You’re creeping me out.”
His face went ashen, his eyes all wide and scared. “What did I do?”
“You’re staring at my boobs, dumbass! Stop being such a?—”
“Was I?” His face went bright red, and I swear he looked like he was seconds away from bursting into tears. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to. You’re just really pretty, and I don’t where else to look.”
I closed my eyes with a sigh and patted his shoulder. “Dude, you’re too young for me, so please can you get over this crush like ASAP, because it’s going to make family gatherings really weird.”
He dipped his head, nodding with a sad pout. “I know.”
