Landon removes his fingers, and I feel him pressing his hardness against her back entrance, his body and hers coated with her arousal. He pushes, stopping only when she resists, and kisses her neck.
“You’re such a good girl, Ellie. I’m so proud of you,” he praises, his body sliding inside her, his hips pressing against mine.
We move together, our bodies creating a rhythm that’s slow and steady at first, allowing Ellie to adjust to the new sensation. Her moans fill the room, her body tensing and relaxing as we bring her closer to another orgasm.
I’ve never felt anything like this before. I can practically feel Landon’s cock rubbing against mine with each thrust of his hips, a mere thin sliver of skin separating us.
Pressure builds inside me, my own orgasm threatening to overwhelm me.
I lean down, and my mouth eagerly finds Ellie’s like a heat-seeking missile. If I’m going over the edge, I’ll be damned if I don’t take her with me.
My tongue prods the seam of her lips, demanding entrance, and she obliges with a strangled sound.
We begin to pound into her even harder, faster, the only sound that of skin slapping against skin.
She cries out abruptly, her pussy convulsing, her inner muscles clenching around me. Landon and I follow. My entire body tenses as if I’ve been electrocuted when I spill myself inside her, our shared groans of pleasure echoing through the room.
We collapse on the bed on either side of her, our bodies slick with sweat and satisfaction, our hearts pounding in time with each other.
Landon speaks first. “There’s a lot we need to discuss before I leave.”
I throw a hand over my sweaty forehead, and Ellie takes the opportunity to curl against my bicep, her long lashes fluttering against my skin.
“Can it wait?” I ask, breathless.
“No,” Landon answers honestly. He peppers kisses on Ellie’s shoulder. “But…I suppose a few minutes won’t hurt.”
We each grab ahold of Ellie, our hands gliding over her smooth skin.
“I love you both so, so much,” she whispers, choked.
“We love you too.” Landon kisses her temple.
“More than anything,” I agree.
Silence descends, but it’s not uncomfortable. I feel at peace in a way I haven’t in who the fuck knows how long. I have Ellie in my arms, and that’s all that matters.
Then Ellie speaks.
“So, Jane is my aunt, huh?” A note of bitter, acerbic amusement laces her tone.
Wait…what?!
“Am I missing something?” I ask, staring over her mess of brown hair to meet Landon’s eyes.
“Maybe we should have that talk,” he muses.
Maybe we should.
33
ELLIE
Istill can’t seem to wrap my head around everything Landon confessed before he slipped out a few hours ago.
I mean, the Fischer revelation isn’t too surprising. All of us suspected that his only purpose here was to get me in line. It’s obvious that Aria never intended to have him take over for her—that position firmly fell on my shoulders.
But to discover that he isn’t technically related to me? That’s…that’s a lot to unravel. I suppose it explains why my Uncle Raymond is so dismissive of him. Still, knowing Fischer isn’t my biological brother doesn’t change my love for him. I don’t give a damn what our blood says. We’re family. I believe that with the entirety of my heart.
