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“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ahhh.”
At that moment, he enters me with two fingers, stroking deep inside me, and hums, still sucking and flicking and drawing out my orgasm until I fall back onto my hands to avoid toppling onto him.
When I come down from my high, I watch as he presses a chaste kiss to the inside of one thigh, and then to my stomach just below my belly button.
He surges up to stand and face me eye to eye. “Move in with me? Make a home with me?”
What?
I’m sure surprise washes over my face. “Are you sure?”
“Are you not?”
“No fair. I asked you a real question.”
“I did too.”
“Where?” I ask.
He looks around as if we’re on different planets. “Here. But, if it’s not your thing, I’d get it.”
“Your home is gorgeous and welcoming. It’s what few would dare to dream about.”
“But?”
“But nothing,”
“So yes?”
I search his eyes, finding nothing but hope and authenticity there. “Yes.”
“Yes,” he shouts and springs from the water. I can tell by his face it was more than his body wanted to do. Regardless, he falls on my mouth, a smile playing on his as he drinks deep from me. I can taste me on his lips.
He pulls me as he falls back into the pool. His laughter is drowned as the water sucks us both under.
* * *
Layton
“To the man who made me a father for the first time. And a grandfather for the first time. To Brax. Happy birthday, son.” Pop raises his glass and toasts my brother.
“Hear, hear.”
Around the table, glasses are raised and clinks sound at the same time the chatter comes back to life. It seems my family does more meals together than I knew.
I’m not complaining. It would be easy to get used to all the togetherness if it weren’t for the nosiness that comes with it. Though, to be honest, that’s completely unavoidable anymore.
“What a difference a year makes, huh?” Brighton says, passing slices of cake as she cuts them.
“You can say that again,” I say under my breath, as my left hand draws small circles on the back of Livy’s neck.
Brighton sucks frosting off her thumb. “A year ago at this time, you two—” she points two fingers back and forth between Braxton and Emberleigh. “You weren’t together, right?”
Emberleigh turns her face up to Braxton who sits close to her at Pop’s kitchen table.
“We were on our way,” my brother says, a sly smile playing on his lips. When he looks back to my sister, he continues with a far more serious face. “And you two were sneaking around behind our backs.”
Exton mutters, “Took ’em long enough.”
