I pull out at the last second.
I wrap my hand around my cock, stroking hard, once, twice. I groan, my head tipping back as I spill over her thighs.
Ropes of come coat her pale skin, marking her with heat.
My breath saws in and out, loud in the quiet room. I look down at her.
She’s a mess. Sweating, wrecked, her skirt hiked up, her thighs painted with me. She looks beautiful.
“Good morning,” she laughs, the sound breathless and happy. She reaches up, pulling my mouth down to hers.
“Good morning, Amber,” I murmur against her lips.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
Amber
Norah is massive.She waddles behind the counter, one hand pressed into her lower back, the other supporting the shelf of her belly. She looks ready to pop, like the baby is just waiting for the right moment to make a break for it.
“I got it,” I say, reaching up to grab a ceramic pot from the top shelf before she strains herself.
“Thank you,” she huffs, accepting the planter with a grunt. “I feel like a whale.”
She settles onto the stool behind the register, resting her elbows on the high surface. She watches me strip thorns from a bunch of green stems, her eyes observant. I took time off from the restaurant to sit with her today.
The flower shop is being renovated and I wanted to be here for that.
“You’re glowing,” she announces.
My hand pauses on a stem. Two weeks. It’s been fourteen days since the dinner at the warehouse. Fourteen days of texts that make my stomach flip, of stolen kisses in doorways, and of nights that end in tangled sheets.
Fallon took me to the coast to watch the storm roll in. We had sex in the back of his truck while the rain hammered the roof, fast and frantic.
Eli baked me chocolate croissants at three in the morning after I spent the night at the warehouse, feeding me pieces while he stirred batter.
And Knox... Knox has this way of cornering me in the storeroom between deliveries, lifting my chin to kiss me until I can’t breathe, before adjusting his glasses and going back to work like nothing happened.
The sex has been incredible. Different with each of them, but mind-blowing across the board. I feel desirable. I feel seen. For the first time in my life, I feel like the main character instead of a prop.
I smile, focusing back on the thorns. “I’m just happy to be back at work.”
“It’s more than that,” Norah says. She knows me too well; she can spot a deflection from a mile away. “Is there anything you’d like to tell me?”
I set the shears down. I look at my sister-in-law, who has become one of my closest friends. If I can’t trust her, I can’t trust anyone.
“There might be something,” I admit.
Her grin widens, splitting her face. “I knew it. Wren and I were actually talking about you yesterday. She said you seem lighter. Like a heavy coat you’ve been wearing for years has finally slipped off. We couldn’t figure out exactly why, but we had our theories.”
“Your theories correct?”
“I suspected.” She reaches out and squeezes my hand, her thumb rubbing over my knuckles. “So, who is the lucky guy?”
“That’s the thing,” I say, my voice dropping to a whisper. I glance at the front door to make sure no customers are coming in. “It’s not just one guy.”
Her eyebrows shoot up toward her hairline. “Oh?”
“It’s three,” I breathe out. “It’s Fallon. And Eli. And Knox.”
