Page 107 of Verdict

I nodded, my eyes closed, mouth open as I picked up the pace, pressing down harder on my clit. My breaths were coming fast, my moans growing louder until I couldn’t hold on any longer and the tension finally snapped.

I came on my own fingers, but Cohen’s name was on my lips.

I opened my eyes to find him shifting uncomfortably on his knees, his thick cock straining against his joggers. I slid off the counter and planted myself in front of him, running my fingers through his soft waves.

He looked up at me. “I think that was probably the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen.” He trailed his hands up my legs, gripping my thighs.

I lowered myself to where he knelt and grabbed his chain, pulling his face close to mine. I brushed my lips softly against his before sucking his bottom lip into my mouth. A deep groan rumbled from his chest as I took the kiss deeper, sliding my tongue against his. I could taste his desperation.

“How are you mine?” He whispered against my mouth.

I smiled, pressing a quick kiss against his lips. “I think I’ve always been.”

I grabbed his hand, pulling him up with me. I ran my hands up his chest and rested my arms around his neck, “and I’m so, so grateful you’re mine.”

Those words were like a match lit to dry grass, he was on fire. He grabbed my head, pulling my mouth back to his as his arms looped around the back of my thighs, picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he licked and sucked at my neck. He walked us back to the island, gently setting me on the edge. He pushed my thighs apart, shoved his joggers down and wasted no time as he sank his cock deep inside me. I cried out both in pleasure and in pain at the fullness.

“You okay, baby?” Cohen stilled, brows pulled in concern.

“Amazing,” I sighed.

We began to move, slow at first. Every touch, a promise. Every kiss, a devotion. This man was everything I never knew I could have.

I could feel Cohen getting closer, his grip tighter, his pace more frantic. I tugged on his thick hair, tilting my hips up, driving him deeper. The angle hitting me in just the right spot and I knew I was seconds away from shattering. “Baby, I’m close,” I whispered against his ear.

His thumb found my clit and my hands gripped his perfect ass, pulling him closer as we both let go, together.

As we both came back down, chests still heaving, Cohen gently gripped my chin and pressed a soft kiss against my lips. “I am the luckiest man on this goddamn planet.” His eyes searched mine. “I don’t know what I did to deserve you.”

I grinned. “I guess we finally have our answer.”

His head tilted. “What do you mean?”

“God has a twisted sense of humor.” I rested my forehead against his. “We don’t have bad karma.”

Cohen laughed, “Damn straight, baby.”

Cohen, Walker, and Nate were headed to spring training in two days. Nate was Farrah's younger brother, who played for the Chicago Cobras. So, we packed up and headed to Primrose Hill to hang out with everyone before they took off.

My parents were watching Ellie for the night, allowing the James and King siblings to descend upon Hops & Hills… poor Stanley. Stanley was the owner of the bar and, luckily, a friend of the family; otherwise, I was pretty positive we would have been banned by now.

We pushed together a few tables to fit our giant crew. We had me and Cohen, Addison and Dean, Walker and Farrah, and Weston from the James side. Harper and Archer ended up tagging along too, but they counted as part of the James family at this point. And from the King side, we had Aria, Grayson, Nate, and Nolan.

At this point in the night, we were all a few beers in, lost in different conversations. The laughter was loud, the bickering louder. It was the perfect night.

"So, Walk," Nate said around a mouthful of fried pickles. "Is it weird knowing your best friend fucks your little sister on the regular?"

Nolan, his twin, choked on his beer. "Nice one," he laughed, giving his brother a fist bump.

Farrah instantly covered her face and groaned. I barked a laugh. Cohen's eyes went wide before darting to Walker. The rest of the table was a mix of laughter and muttered oh shits. Walker stared at Nate for a beat. They were basically brothers, which wasn’t reassuring considering the James and King men treated punching each other as a way of communicating.

Nate smirked, unable to stop himself from smiling.

Grayson, who was sitting to the left of Nate, punched him in the shoulder. "Dude, watch your mouth."

Weston glared daggers in Nate's direction. "For once. Just once, can we not talk about my sisters' sex lives? For the love of God, it’s all any of you morons talk about." He pushed away from the table and headed toward the pool tables. Grayson followed behind.

The table went silent until Walker spoke. "Why don't you come over here and ask me that question, Nate."