Page 70 of Feel It in the Air

I need to push her over the edge.

I need for my girl to fall apart.

“That’s it,” I coax. “Use my cock. Ride me.”

“Gus…”

I slip my hand between us, finding her clit. I can feel how close she is. That at any second she’s going to detonate. And when she goes, I’ll go.

Together.

“Come for me, baby.”

I circle her clit, thrusting into her hard. Once, twice, a third time.

“Faaaaaaa…”

Margeaux explodes. Tossing her head back, a primal noise rips from her lungs, her pussy clamping down on me. And I’m done for.

My entire body seizes, lightning shooting down my spine and out my extremities. Fireworks shoot off around us, my own roar filling the air. It’s all I can do to hold on to Margeaux, not wanting to let her go. To let us go. Of the moment, and who I know we’ve become in it.

Silence surrounds us again, our heavy breath still the only thing filling the space. Only this time, instead of anticipation, it’s calm. A soothing, tranquil safety that comes only in the arms of your person.

And Margeaux Finnegan is my person. My girl.

Without a doubt.

Burying her head into my neck, Margeaux starts to giggle, her breath tickling my skin.

“What’s so funny?” I ask, shifting her to try and see her face.

Sitting up, she looks at me, a silly grin spreading wide. “Before your brothers left, Hux told me the house was ours for the night and to, err…have at it. I don’t think this is what he had in mind.” She giggles again, hand flying to cover her mouth.

I smile, pulling her in for a kiss. For a quick second, I debate whether I should tell her, which is stupid of me. Of course I should. I have every intention of making her last name Hayes, so she’s going to find out.

“Oh, it’s exactly what he meant. We’re not even the first people to have had sex on this couch.” Margeaux’s eyes go wide. Wait ’til she hears this next part. “In fact, we have this sectional because Hux broke the last couch, having sex on it.”

“Does he not have a bedroom?” she asks, half sarcastically.

“He does. It’s directly above this room, and has a big ol’ king-size bed in it. Most of his female company don’t make it back to the house at all, and if they do, well…not to his bedroom.”

I leave out the part about how Milo and I have a theory that the reason behind all this is because the other half of that bed is secretly reserved for Dolly. The one woman we know has been in that bed—although only platonically. Something we think Hux wishes it wasn’t. But that’s not something I need to go into with Margeaux now. Not while I still have her naked.

“What about you?”

“What about me?”

She walks her fingers up my bare chest, running them along my clavicle. “I assume you have a bedroom? A bed?”

Oh, my pretty girl…

“I do. Being the oldest means I got the big room, with the en suite. So I don’t have to share a bathroom. Are you saying you want to see it?”

“Very much.”