Ripley went to him without hesitation. “Can you teach me how to ride that motorbike?”
They disappeared into his new bedroom, and I went into mine. Mae was already in there, getting ready for work. I closed the door quietly behind me and leaned back on it, watching her pull off her shirt and skirt in front of the full-length mirror on the closet door. When she was down to her underwear, I stepped in close behind her, wrapping my arms around her middle and resting my chin on her shoulder.
“You want to talk about it?” I asked her in the mirror.
She sighed heavily. “Will thinks Tori killed Jayela.”
“What the hell? That’s insane. She’s like a mouse.”
“I know. It’s ridiculous. Her size wouldn’t have stopped her slitting Jayela’s throat while she slept, though.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Nothing until I talk to her.” Tension lines creased her forehead, and her posture went rigid.
I pressed my lips to her bare shoulder. “You’re stressed. If we’re five minutes late, nobody will notice.”
She raised one eyebrow, her expression softening slightly. “Five minutes? When have you even been just five minutes?”
“You think I can’t get you off in five minutes?”
She laughed. “Not what I meant. I meant sex between us is more like a marathon than a sprint. In a good way. Women don’t want a five-minute fuck.” She tilted her head to one side with a grin. “Not all the time, anyway.”
I nuzzled into her neck, unable to resist the urge to place open-mouthed kisses there. I sucked at her skin, tasting the faint saltiness of her being out in the summer heat all day. “You want a five-minute fuck now, Mae?”
I held her to me, one hand flat on her stomach, the other taking a handful of her ass and squeezing. More kisses to her neck had her relaxing back against me, and the thought of getting to work on time vanished.
She twisted her head so I could claim her lips. She devoured mine, hard and fast, tongue seeking entrance. But I pulled back, nudging her to face the mirror again as I slid my fingers lower into her panties.
“Rowe…”
“You want me to stop?”
Her moans said otherwise. “Five minutes.”
“I’ll have you coming around my fingers in three.”
She lifted one hand to grab the back of my neck, massaging it lightly and stroking the hair at the nape.
I pushed my fingers low, tugging her panties down a touch to reveal her mound and her sweet pink clit beneath it. I pinched it between two fingers, eliciting a gasp from her, before finding her wet and needy, ready for my fingers. My dick strained against her ass, but this wasn’t about me. This was about getting her off fast and hard and dirty.
“Watch me,” I demanded in her ear.
She opened her eyes, her gaze meeting mine in the reflection. With one hand plunging into her core, I used the other to work her tits. Her hips ground in time with the rhythm of my hand, and I took one breast from her bra cup, watching in the mirror as her perfect pink nipple popped free, only to be immediately engulfed between my eager fingertips.
By now, I knew exactly what she liked. Hard tweaks of her nipple, followed by softer caresses of her breasts and stomach. Slow rubs of her clit and quick but steady thrusts of my fingers. I loved how wet she got for me, and I was desperate to get on my knees in front of her, but her thighs were already trembling, and I’d promised to get her there quick, not drag it out and torture her like I really wanted to.
“Rowe,” she panted, clutching my hair.
Fuck, that felt good. It prickled at my scalp, sending heat right through my body that demanded I free my erection, push her up against the mirror, and take her from behind.
But I wanted her to watch herself come more.
“Don’t close your eyes or I’ll stop.”
Her eyes were half-mast, heavy with desire. She rolled her hips, getting my fingers exactly where she liked it most. We worked together, the perfect team, building her orgasm until my fingers were dripping with her.
I flicked her little bud of pleasure with my thumb, and her breaths changed to frantic gasps of breath.
“Rowe!” she cried. “Yes!”
I bit down on her shoulder, and her cries grew louder. I clapped a hand over her mouth, muffling the noise. From outside the door, loud music started up, and I almost laughed, knowing it was Heath or Liam, attempting to muffle Mae’s cries, either for Ripley’s sake, or possibly to stop themselves from busting in here and joining us.
One more hard squeeze of her nipple, one more thrust, one more kiss, and she came. Her eyes widened, connecting our gazes in the mirror once more. She watched herself fall apart, my fingers deep inside her snatch.
Nothing had ever been more beautiful. Her cheeks flushed pink. Her worries completely evaporated from the planes of her face.
My family was here, their voices floating down the hall, and she was the one who’d given them to me.
Gratitude swelled inside me. This had all become difficult and messy and yet at the same time it was beautiful.
She was ours.
Mine.
I pressed my lips to her temple and breathed in her scent, smothered now by the smell of her arousal.
All of it perfect.
“I love you,” I whispered.
I froze, meaning the words with every ounce of my being, but in saying them, I’d laid myself wide open for the first time since Rory’s death. That was fucking terrifying. I forced myself to swallow, trying to wet the sudden dryness in my throat.
She stared at me in the mirror, surprise flashing across her features. Then she turned in my arms. She gazed up at me with her huge brown eyes. “I love you, too. You and Ripley. I love you both. I have for a long time.”