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For a moment, I just sit back with an unrestrained grin on my face as they all laugh at a story Isaac is telling. The food is good, the beers are cold, and the happiness in my chest is something I’m so unfamiliar with, I don’t quite know what to do with it, but as I look around at their laughing faces, I know it’s because of them.
Because of this team.
This family.
I don’t think I could ever give it up now, and when D slings his arm around my shoulders and brings me back into the conversation, something close to love fills my chest.
After spending hours just enjoying our time together, we decide to wander back to the house. Along the way, Jonas spots a shop, and we all follow him in, only for him to buy a kilt. It makes me laugh, but I’m also ridiculously turned on as I imagine him wearing it.
Once we’re back at the house, I grab a bottle of water and head outside, watching the sky while the others check the perimeter and D opens his laptop. Downing the bottle, I head back inside and bid them goodnight as I go up the stairs. Each step I take is slow and deliberate, as I know what is waiting for me up there—Louis and his promise to make me his tonight.
Shivering, I stop on a step and wonder if I’m really going to do this. Part of me knows it will change everything. I know he’s giving me a choice to choose him—them.
It’s an important moment, and it feels like something huge is on the horizon. My breath is shallow as I take the next step and the next, until I reach our bedroom to find him lying on the bed, his arms behind his head and a cocky, knowing smirk on his lips.
“Good girl, I knew you would come.”
FORTY-SIX
“And what do you plan to do about it?” I find myself asking as I lean there.
Smiling wider, he rolls from the bed in a smooth move and prowls towards me, hunting me before he cages me against the wall. His muscular arm comes up next to my head as he leans in. His chest is bare, and his muscles clench deliciously with his movements. His joggers are slung low on his hips, showcasing that incredible V, which has me licking my lips before I drag my eyes back up to meet his shining, knowing gaze.
“I plan to reward you,” he murmurs, making my heart stutter and my breathing pick up. “All night.”
He steps back, and I almost slump, as if I were released by him. Louis has this overwhelming magnetism. Before, I was always dominant, but he makes me submissive, and I find myself loving it, so when he barks a command, I jump to comply.
“Undress, love.”
I don’t just rip my clothes off though. I might like what he orders, but let’s face it, I always have to rebel.
Even a little.
I drag my shirt over my head and kick my trousers off before strolling towards him in nothing but my lace thong and bra.
“All of it, Nova,” he demands.
When I reach him, I slide my hand down his chest to cup his hard cock through his joggers, making him groan as I squeeze and lick his nipple. Suddenly, his fist is in my hair, yanking my head back.
“I said all of it,” he grits out.
“Then make me,” I challenge him.
Snarling, he turns me until my back hits his chest and then rips away my thong and bra, making me jerk before I moan. I rub my ass against his hard length, my nipples tightening in the cool air as his hand moves down to grip my throat.
“If you wanted to be punished, baby, then all you had to do was ask,” he purrs in my ear as he wedges one leg between mine, pressing his thigh against my pussy. His free hand grips my hip and rocks me until my clit hits his solid muscle, sending sparks of pleasure spiralling through me.
My eyes close at the friction, and my lips part on a moan.
“Is this your idea of a punishment?” I mock.
“No, I’m just getting you nice and wet.” He smirks, licking and sucking at my neck as his other hand strokes up my body, twisting my nipples meanly. He continues to work me up until I almost come just from this, and like he feels the pulsing of my pussy, he pulls away, leaving me cold and frustrated.
Before I can turn, I’m pushed down and my ass is dragged out.
A hard smack jiggles my ass, the pain heading straight to my clit. His hand soothes it away before gliding over the ink on my hip. “I love your tattoos. They look so fucking sexy.” His tongue replaces his hand, stroking over the ink and then up over my stinging cheek. He trails his fingers over my parted ass to my pussy, where he plunges them inside of me before pulling back once more.
“You taste so fucking sweet, baby. Do you know that? All these hard, sharp edges, yet your pussy gives you away, sweet and soft and wet, begging for my big cock.” There’s a rustle, and then I gasp when his length drags down my pussy. “Do you want this big cock, Nova?”
