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“I got you,” he kisses me again and slides his hand down between us to rub one rough pad of his finger over my needy clit.
I detonate, coming with a cry and clenching around him. His thrusts become erratic as he works toward his own release. Grabbing me behind my knee, he hooks one leg over his hip and slams into me, planting his seed deep. Sweating, panting, and smiling like lovestruck teenagers, we lay in each other’s arms; him still half hard and inside me, me scraping my nails up and down his slick back.
“In case it wasn’t obvious,” he says, “I fucking love you, Elle Maxwell.”
I hold his face in my hands and beam up at him, “And I have always fucking loved you, Brent O’Reilly.”
38
HAYDEN
Inever thought I would say this, but I may be sexed out. When Lance decides he’s all in, apparently that means a night of making up for lost time. I’ve been kissed, sucked, licked and fucked all night, getting only a couple hours of sleep, and I am exhausted but oh so satisfied. I shouldn’t have been surprised when Lance still got up at five for his morning run, but my eyelids felt like sandpaper and I couldn’t imagine dragging my sore arse out of bed to run in the cold dark of morning. He kissed me as he left and my heart fluttered like a bloody Austen heroine.
Leaning against Lance’s soft velvet headboard, I check my phone and see that my general manager has made the order I told him to for the restaurant. I manage three restaurants that Preston Property own. They’re legitimate businesses as Lance wanted to keep me as occupied by work outside of crime as possible. But as Sydney wanted to use my skills at reading people more and more, I’ve stepped back quite a lot and let my management team do their jobs. I still love getting involved though.
I’m replying to an email when Lance walks in, shirtless and sweating, his running shorts hanging low on his narrow hips, and the perfect vee of his Adonis’ belt visible above. Despite a night of coming more times than I could keep count, my cock stands to attention. Not gonna lie, the fact that he’s bringing me a steaming cup of black coffee is also a major turn on. I take it with a hum of appreciation and offer him my lips as he leans over me.
“Elle and Brent got back late yesterday afternoon, we were already holed up in here when they got home. I’m going to tell Brent when he’s up.”
I raise my brow as my heart thumps. “Are you sure? You really don’t have to rush this, Lance. It’s all on your terms, okay?”
“I know, but it’s time. He’s the closest I have to family, and he needs to know me.”
“I’m proud of you,” I tell him, because I really am. I never came out to my mum; she doesn’t care about me or who I fuck, so there was really no point. I didn’t have anyone who would care that I liked dick as much as pussy, so it was never a big deal. But it is for Lance and although I know Brent isn’t a homophobic arsehole, I find myself crossing everything that he takes this well.
“Once I’ve spoken to Brent, I need to talk to Elle.” He rubs the back of his neck and winces at the thought of that conversation. “I’m not sure she’s ready to forgive me, especially after the other week.”
Lance and I haven’t spoken about last week, but walking in on me adjusting my fly while Elle was flushed with clothes askew, I’m pretty sure he knows something happened between us. But I haven’t told him what I had said to her about him and what he did all those years ago. “I spoke to her,” I say. “I think I’ve planted a seed of understanding. You just need to bring it home.”
He nods.
“And before we talk to Elle about picking things up, you should talk to Brent.”
“That didn’t go so well last time.” His jaw clenches.
I roll my eyes. “Give the guy a break, Lance. He’s been in love with her for years. It must have been hard on him watching us be with her back then.”
“Brent is not in love with Elle, he barely tolerates her!” He throws his hands up in exasperation.
“You’re delusional. I’ll bet you a new Rolex that he loves her. Just do me a favour and tell him before you speak to Elle.”
“Fine, but you’re wrong.” He leans back over me, dragging his lip over my jaw. “Now, I’m having a shower. Join me.”
“You’re insatiable, Preston.”
“Let’s see if you have the stamina to wear me out, Pullman.”
“Challenge accepted.”
When we emerge from Lance’s room an hour later, freshy showered and thoroughly fucked, we come across Brent in the kitchen. He is just adding a splash of milk to a steaming mug and I smirk. Brent does not drink tea or coffee and in the three weeks she’s been with us, he hasn’t taken a hot drink to Elle. The only reason I could think of him doing it now was that she was in hisbed. Lance is going to eat his words. Brent stands in just black boxers, his heavily inked chest on display, and in my expert opinion, his hair looked freshly fucked. This is going to be interesting.
“You got a sec?” Lance asks.
“Sure,” he puts the milk back in the fridge and then stands the opposite side of the island to Lance and me, leaning on the countertop with both hands.
Lance asked me to be here for this conversation and I can see why as despite his earlier confidence, he now shuffles on his feet and looks anywhere but at Brent. “I uh, I have something I need to tell you.”
Brent narrows his brows, looking at his cousin, an obvious panic rising behind his eyes. “What’s wrong? What’s happened?”
