His lips twitch. “I think that’s why I’m so fixated on it. It’s soft like your pussy, and now I’ll never be able to look at angel food cake the same way again.”
I smile. "You're ridiculous. It really is my favorite thing to eat."
"Yeah," he murmurs, eyes smoldering. "But I think your pussy rivals it now."
Famous last words.
He tosses the plate to the side and rolls over me, dropping lower, disappearing beneath the sheets until I feel his mouth on me, his tongue slow against my clit. It doesn't take long for me to comeagain. And then he's back inside me, fucking me slower this time—soft and unhurried, just like the Wellingtons on the screen.
I wonder if he knows he just unintentionally mirrored their entire episode.
Chapter 26 – Seth?
My eyes blink hard in the darkness of my bedroom that surrounds us. Nothing but the soft glow of the moonlight spilling in through my bedroom window casts a silver hue over Bri’s exposed skin. She looks otherworldly, and it reminds me just how far out of my league she really is.
The light dances across her curves, highlighting the gentle rise and fall of her chest as she sleeps peacefully in my arms. One hand is tucked gently under her cheek, the mess of her red hair surrounding my pillow like wildfire.
Beyond the glass of my windows, Brookhaven Lake stretches in the distance. Its’ still waters reflect the late summer stars overhead. Out there is a world that I used to see in grayscale. In here, everything is color. Because everything that matters is right here in my arms and inside my home.
My hand settles on Bri's hip. Her skin is warm and soft beneath my palm, and I trace lazy circles there without thinking, like Ihave every right to. She's on her side, tucked into me—her body molded against mine like she was made to fit there. My gaze drifts over her face, absorbing the moment.
Those perfect lips, soft and slightly swollen from what we did earlier. Her pretty breasts, too full for my hands to fully contain, with nipples so sensitive they pebble with just a look from me. Her green eyes that are currently hidden with dark lashes brushing against her skin like a dream.
She’s everything to me. Andfuck,I can’t get enough of her.
I brush my fingers across her cheek, even though I know I should let her sleep. The TV’s still on, but the screen’s gone black, the Wellingtons sex marathon ended sometime after we fell asleep hours ago. I lower my head, pressing my lips softly to hers. Her lips part immediately, a faint smile tugging at the corner of her mouth, even though her eyes are still shut.
“What are you doing, Seth?” she whispers, her voice soft, raspy from sleep, andfuck,I could wake up to that sound every day.
“I don’t know,” I say, but it’s a lie. I knowexactlywhat I’m doing.
I flip her easily, rolling her until she’s laying on top of me, her hips straddling my waist, her weight sinking down onto me like she belongs there. Because she fucking does. Her eyes flutter open. She props her head up on a fist under her chin. There’s curiosity in her gaze, but something deeper too. Something vulnerable like she doesn’t know what I’m going to say next.
“That’s okay,” she whispers. “I don’t know what I’m doing either.”
I shake my head, my fingers tracing up her hips until my hands find her waist and squeeze.
"That was a lie. I know exactly what I'm doing." I exhale slowly. "I can't stop thinking about you. From the night we met onHalloween, that bar, you've been in my head, and you've never left."
I watch her face. She doesn't look scared by that admission, so I keep going.
"When I figured out who your father was, I tried to put distance between us. I'm new to the team. I know how reckless this looks. I know what it could cost me if he found out and decided to care." I pause. "And even though you've told me you have no relationship with him, I know what it is to be a father to a daughter. I know how that instinct works."
She holds my gaze and gives me a small nod.
"But I've made my peace with the career risk." I swallow. "That's not what scares me."
Her green eyes search mine, waiting.
"It's Sawyer."
She tucks a lock of red hair behind her ear, her palms pressing gently against my chest like she's steadying both of us. "I understand," she says softly.
And I think she does. Because once I let Bri into our world publicly, once Sawyer understands she isn't just another woman passing through or someone I hired as a nanny, there will be questions. There are always questions.
Will she leave us too? Will she die like my mom did?
That's my curse, isn't it? Every woman I've tried to build something with has left. And the thought of Sawyer watching that happen again, of being the one who brought her here and then lost her, that's the thing that terrifies me.
