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“Mmm,” I moan, pressing my index finger to my clit.
“Stella,” he growls my name as he knocks my hand out of the way and shoves my panties down.
He rubs circles over my clit with his thumb while his fingers explore my folds. “Whose pussy is this?” he demands, sliding his index finger deep inside of me.
“Yours,” I gasp, pleasure almost robbing me of my voice. “It’s yours.”
“You’re goddamn right it is.” He curls his finger inside of me in time with his thumb working my clit.
“Samson!” I moan his name, my entire body tensing before the most glorious pleasure rushes over me, consuming me, until all I can hear, see, and feel is him.
He holds me, supporting my limp body against his while whispering all kinds of filth into my ear as I recover from my orgasm.
“You’re feeling pretty proud of yourself right now, aren’t you?” I ask once the fog clears.
He shrugs. “Would’ve been better if you waited like I wanted you to.”
“But I didn’t want to.” I sound like a bratty child, but I’m still too blissed out to care.
After making sure I’m steady, Samson steps back. “Sometimes, the best things are worth waiting for. You’re lucky I don’t punish you.”
For some inexplicable reason, my core clenches at the thought. “Punish me?”
“Spank your ass red.”
“Samson,” I hiss his name, my cheeks burning bright.
“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” he asks, running his tongue along his bottom lip.
“I…” I suck in a deep breath. “I don’t know. Maybe?”
He breathes out a laugh. “I bet you would.”
“Maybe when we get home… you can… try?”
“Fuck, Luna.” He balls his hands into fists at his sides. “You can’t say stuff like that.”
“Why not?”
“Because it makes me want to tie your ass to my bed and never let you leave.”
I grin, wondering if that would really be such a bad thing…
As if reading my thoughts, he groans again, backing himself toward the door. “Get dressed.”
“Where are you going?”
“Away. Away from you before I say to hell with our plans.”
I grin, loving that he’s as tempted by me as I am by him.
He shakes his head before giving me one more long look. “Hurry up, Luna. I’ll be in the truck.”
“You’re late,” my brother says as Samson and I approach, his eyes lingering on our interlaced fingers.
“I'm so sorry! We—”
He holds his hands up in front of him, stopping me mid-sentence. “I don’t need to know.”
“It's nothing like that,” I start, my cheeks burning because it totally is something like that.
But Orion shakes his head. “Don't want to know.”
Samson grins, his gaze pinging between the two of us. “Cut her some slack, man.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Why don’t you lovebirds take a seat and we can order.” He nods toward the empty chairs we’re awkwardly lingering in front of.
“You mean you didn't order already?”
Orion smirks. “Nah, I wasn't sure what y’all would want.”
Samson gives him a funny look. “We've been eating here for years and have literally ordered the same every single time.”
My brother shrugs his shoulders. “A lot of things have changed recently… I didn't want to make any assumptions.”
“Oh my God!” I bury my face in my hands, hating the way I feel put under a microscope by my own brother.
But the jackass only chuckles. “You’re way too easy to rile up, Smalls.”
My head snaps up, my gaze locking on his mirth-filled eyes. “That was mean, you jerk!”
He brings his draft glass to his lips and takes a sip. “You deserved it.”
“Did you really not order?” Samson asks, like food is the most important thing we’re talking about.
“Chill, I ordered.”
“Thank fuck—I’m starved.”
I cut my eyes toward Samson. “Seriously.”
“What?” He raises his brows. “A man’s gotta eat.”
“Oh, God,” Orion groans, smacking his forehead with the back of his hand as he rolls his head back.
“Oh, God,” I mimic back. “Now you know how I felt every time I walked in on you feeling up some random girl on the couch back in the day.”
“Totally different.” He points a finger our way. “None of those girls were your friends.”
“Let it go, dude.”
“For real though,” Orion says, propping his elbows on the table. “I'm happy for y'all. And even though it weirds me out a little, I'm glad you’re together. I'm not gonna lie though, it’s gonna take time for me to adjust, so maybe hold off on the PDA. Like, forever. But, truly, I’m happy.”
“That means a lot to us, man,” Samson says, placing his hand on my thigh under the table, giving it a reassuring squeeze.
“There's definitely worse people she could end up with.”
Samson chuckles darkly. “Over my dead body will she ever end up with anyone else.”
I jam my elbow into his side, even though I'm secretly delighted by his words. “Put it away, caveman, we both know I'm all yours.”
My brother gags and Samson and I laugh.
