She smirks and then moves her pelvis again.
My eyes fall to hers. “I’m fucking serious. You’re so tight. I’m like seconds from coming.”
“Then come,” she says as her legs wrap around mine, bringing me even deeper.
“Shit,” I mutter as I prop my hand against the mattress and start sliding in and out of her, making sure to drive down and in at the same time so she receives the same amount of pleasure as I do. From the breathless gasp that falls past her lips, I’m guessing I got her in the right spot.
So I do it again.
And again.
And again.
She clings to me.
Claws at my chest.
Heaves from side to side, but I keep pace, driving her closer and closer to what we both need.
“Yes, Breaker. Yes, please don’t stop.”
Her fingers dig into my skin, her chest arches, and her pussy tightens around my cock right before she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, the sound vibrating against my heart as she comes.
“Fuck, Ophelia,” I grunt as I pump a few more times. I want this euphoric feeling to last forever, I want to forever be in this state of bliss, but as she continues to clench around me, I know it’s impossible as my cock swells and my orgasm rips up my back and down my legs. “Uhhhh fuck . . . me,” I shout as I come, my hips stilling and the most heavenly feeling floating through me.
“Oh my God,” Lia whispers as we both float down from bliss. Her hand falls to my hair as I press light kisses along her collarbone before lifting up to look her in the eyes.
I don’t know what to do. I just . . . smile because there’s nothing I can say other than . . .
I love you.
I want you forever.
I never want this moment to end.
She lightly caresses my cheek. “You are pretty stupid.”
My brows narrow. “What?” Not something you expect to hear after the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.
She chuckles. “You know, for not making a move a lot sooner.”
“Oh.” I laugh as well. “Trust me, I’ll live with that regret for the rest of my life. I’m just grateful I have you now.” I press another light kiss across her lips, and she wraps her arms around me, holding me tight.
“Are you nervous?” I ask Lia as we step up to Huxley and Lottie’s front door.
“No, why should I be?”
I shake my head. “No, if anyone should be nervous, it’s me. Once my brothers see us holding hands, they’re never going to let me live it down that they told me long ago we belonged together. But the ribbing will be worth it.”
“I think it’s necessary. After this morning . . . very, very necessary. You prevented us from partaking in so much . . . joy.”
“Is that what you’re calling it? Joy?”
“Yes.” She smiles cutely.
Well, I guess I’d call shower sex with Lia joy too. And sex on the kitchen floor. The only reason we’re here, dressed, is because Huxley required my presence at brunch. Said he had news about the company. I asked him if it was okay if Lia joined, and he said it wasn’t a problem. Otherwise, I’d be in my bed with Lia, naked, just reveling in her body and her sweet lips.
I ring the doorbell and lean down and press a kiss to her neck. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?” I ask.
“Only five times,” she answers.
“Just want to make sure.” She chose a light yellow maxi dress with little to no back and cuts deep in the front. According to her, it’s a sundress, but I can’t be too sure about that, especially with the way I can see her hard nipples.
“Oh, and just so you know . . .” She stands on her toes and whispers, “I’m not wearing underwear.”
“Lia,” I groan just as the door opens.
Reign, their private chef, greets us with a warm smile. “Hey, Breaker. Everyone is in the back.”
“Awesome. Thanks.” I pause and clap him on the shoulder. “Please tell me JP isn’t making Bloody Marys.”
“Sorry, dude, I tried to offer up something else, but he was positive everyone enjoyed them.”
“We don’t. We really don’t.”
He chuckles, and with Lia’s hand in mine, I walk her to the back of the house, where I spot JP, Huxley, Ryot, Lottie, Kelsey, and Myla all standing around talking.
When we appear at the wide-open sliding door, everyone’s eyes fall on us and then on our connected hands.
“I fucking told you,” JP says to Huxley, who rolls his eyes.
Lottie and Kelsey clap their hands while Ryot places a kiss on Myla’s head.
“Tell us, tell us it’s true. You’re officially a couple,” Lottie says.
I glance down at Lia and then back at our family and friends. I raise our hands and say, “It’s official.”
The girls screech while the guys dish out their “I told you so’s.”
After some hugs and handshakes, the girls usher Lia away while the guys are left to make plates for them.
“So . . .” JP says. “I’m assuming you’re a very happy man at the moment.”
I put an egg taco together for Lia and nod. “Don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”
“Funny how that is, you know, you could have been happy years ago, but—”
“Dude, I don’t need to hear it, trust me. I’ve been punishing myself enough.”
“He’s right, though,” Huxley says while making a plate for Lottie.
“Well aware. I didn’t come here to listen to you drone on about how you were right all these years. I came here to celebrate the fact that I finally feel . . . complete.”
“Jesus, dude,” JP says. “I didn’t think you would get all emotional on us.”
“I’m not crying, but hell, I’m really happy. I feel like everything is in place.” I glance back at the girls, who are huddled, and then I pause before scooping up fruit and say, “We kissed for the first time last night and then had the most intimate sex of my life. After that, I was a goner. I’m done. I know I need nothing else in my life but her.”
“Did you tell her that?” Huxley says.
“Fuck no. Not sure she’s ready to hear all of that just yet, but it’s been hard to keep it to myself, that’s for sure. I just want to tell her how much I love her. I mean . . . fuck, I’d propose today if I knew she’d be open to it.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re practicing self-control,” JP says. “That’s progress.”
We finish filling the plates for our girls, and then, with a mimosa in hand, we take them their food.
“Thank you,” Lia says. I slip the mimosa glass into her hand and then lean down and grip her chin. I place a soft kiss across her lips only for Kelsey, Myla, and Lottie to all make cooing noises next to us. Lia smiles against my lips and then pulls away.
“You ladies have fun talking,” I say.
“Oh, we will,” Lottie says while wiggling her eyebrows. Yup, the conversation is probably going to revolve around Lia and me.
I walk back over to the buffet, pick up a pink plate and blue napkin, and then fill up on tacos and a mimosa, skipping JP’s Bloody Marys altogether. I will not be subjecting myself to that today.