I wanted her to come. I wanted to hear her and feel her and see her come.
I quickened my thrusting. She responded by wrapping her legs around my waist tightly and digging her nails into my back instead of tickling me. It fucking hurt, but not in a bad way. In a good damn way that made me move so fast I crossed back over from loving into fucking territory.
Made me move so goddamn fast her orgasm hit her hard and quick, and the way her pussy clenched around my cock was the trigger for my own.
Mine hit me just as hard as hers had. I knew it was coming, but I wasn’t prepared for the intensity of it. I felt it everywhere and all at the same fucking time. It was almost blinding.
I groaned it out into Lani’s neck. I used what little strength I had left to stop myself from collapsing on top of her. She could barely breathe as it was.
“Well,” she said after a moment. “I might have to find some way to keep that dress.”
I laughed, the sound muffled by her hair. “I’ll buy it for you.” I kissed her neck and propped myself up to look down at her. “Does that work?”
“If you can promise you’ll do that every time.”
I dropped my head again to laugh. “I don’t need the dress for that. Give me twenty minutes and I can prove it.”
Lani rolled her eyes. “Or we can shower and then sleep.”
“What? You don’t want round two?” I sat up and, with a gentle hold on her legs, pulled myself out of her.
“Jesus, Brett. Round two? What do you think this is, a romance novel? Real people don’t have round two twenty minutes later. They pass out in bed.”
I helped her sit up. “You just had to shatter my dreams, didn’t you?”
“Just keeping it real.” She patted my cheek with a grin and stood up.
“Did you just pat my cheek?”
She stopped, and then as if she was just realizing she was naked, crossed her legs and awkwardly rested her arm across her chest to cover her nipples. “Yes.”
“You just patted my cheek. Like a child.” I stared at her.
She bit her lip. “I should run, shouldn’t I?”
“You can try.” I darted up off the sofa.
Of course, she had the advantage being that she was already on her feet. She ran inside, giggling loudly, still holding her boobs. I chased her into the bathroom and grabbed her wrist just before she was out of my reach. She was still giggling as I spun her into me and smacked my hand across her ass.
“Owwww!” She laughed, wriggling free. “That wasn’t fair.”
I shrugged and held out my hands. “All’s fair in love and war, kitten.”
And then the condom fell off my cock, landing on the floor with a slap.
Lani froze. She looked between me and the condom in complete silence for the longest five seconds of my life before she burst into laughter and collapsed against the sink unit. Tears streamed down her cheeks the whole time I simply stood, staring at the rubber on the floor.
Somehow, it hadn’t made a mess.
“And that,” she forced out through giggles, wiping her cheeks, “is reality keeping it real for you.”
I bent down to retrieve it. “Shut up and turn the shower on.”
She managed to stand up and do just that. “Wait,” she said, turning around. “What am I supposed to put on?”
“There’s a bag in the closet.”
“There is?” She sounded horrified.
“Yeah...I asked your sister to bring it with her earlier.”
Lani’s mouth formed a little “o”. “Well that makes sense.”
I dropped the condom in the trash. “Now get in the shower. If you won’t let me fuck you again, at least let me grope you.”
She shook her head and opened the door again. “What have I let myself in for?”
“Orgasms on speed dial.”
“Does it come with pizza too?”
I tapped her backside. “It comes with a guy who’ll order it for you.”
“Eh,” she said, stepping into the shower. “That’ll do.”
I didn’t know how to reply to that, so I shook my head and joined her in the shower.
Never mind what she’d let herself in for. What had I let myself in for?
CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
LANI
I flapped my hand over my shoulder in the direction of the mouth kissing the back of my neck.
“Ouch!” Brett’s entire body jumped as my fingers made contact with his face.
“Go ‘way,” I muttered, shuffling myself under the covers further.
“That hurt.” He groaned deeply as he rolled back away from me.
I pulled the covers over my head. “That’s what happens when you wake me up early.”
The whole bed shook with his laughter. “It’s almost ten a.m., kitten. That’s not early.”
“It’s seven a.m. in California,” I argued. Lamely. I’d been in Florida long enough that it was no issue, and he knew it.
“If you’re still on California time, you need to start waking up earlier.”
I yanked the covers down and moved onto my back. I huffed. I sounded like an angry teenager, but I didn’t care much. “Why are you being mean to me?”
He turned his head to the side to look at me. “Because it’s ten a.m. and you just punched me in the face.”
“I did not punch you in the face. I was trying to get a human octopus off me.” I faced him and met his eyes.
“I kissed your shoulder. I wasn’t climbing on top of you.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll remember to tell that to my subconscious in future.”
He grinned. “That would be helpful, thanks.”
I shook my head and stood up, throwing the sheets to the side.
Brett launched himself at me and wrapped his arms around my waist. I squealed when he pulled me backwards and looked down at me. “Where are you going?” he asked.
“To pee!” I squeaked, squeezing my legs together. “I need to pee!”
“Good thing I wasn’t climbing on top of you,” he muttered, releasing me.
Thank god. My bladder was bursting at its seams, and I needed to go so badly. I couldn’t cope with his grabbing before a morning pee. Or coffee.
It should be a morning rule: No touching before peeing and no talking until coffee.
Brett, it seemed, wasn’t good at either of those things.
I flushed the toilet and grabbed one of the toothbrushes from the holder on the sink. “These toothbrushes are clean, right?” I yelled.
“Yep,” he shouted right back. “Do you want breakfast?”
I grabbed the brush and paste and opened the bathroom door. “Yeah, just get whatever. I want to call Connie and check on her.” I shoved the toothbrush into my mouth.
Brett came into my line of sight wearing nothing but a pair of electric blue boxer briefs. I slowly brushed my teeth and cast my gaze over his toned body and inked arms.
Hot damn, he was hot.
“Is she all right?”
“Hm?” I blinked and looked up, toothbrush stuck in my cheek.
“Connie.” His smile was slow and lazy. “Is she all right? You said you were gonna check on her.”
I walked back to the sink and spat. “Right.”
“Well, is she all right?”
“Goddamn it, Brett, put some freaking clothes on. I can’t concentrate when you flaunt yourself like that.”
His laughter followed him out. “Flaunting myself.”