Page 81 of Their Forever Daddy

So she unbuckled her seatbelt and waited for him to open the door. The second he did, she launched herself up out of the car and into his arms. It thrilled her on some deep, primal level that he didn’t stumble back even a step but simply caught her and lifted her up so she could wrap her legs around his waist.

“Inside. Hurry,” she urged, tugging at his tie. The tie that matched her dress perfectly, because her man and her woman paid attention to little details like that.

She loved that about them. Hell, there wasn’t much she could think of she didn’t fucking adore about them. Separately, together, it didn’t matter to her.

All that mattered was them.

“Fuck,” he swore, stumbling a bit now as she sank her teeth into the bit of bare skin she’d managed to expose on his shoulder. “You’re killing me, pixie.”

“Good.” Her laugh was deeper, throatier, and she barely recognized it. “Payback’s a bitch, ain’t it?”

“Brat.” He growled the word, and she swore she could feel the vibrations of it in her bones as he stumbled his way up the front porch steps to the door. “I said I wanted to take my time with you.”

“You can. Next time.” By now she’d gotten nearly all his buttons undone, exposing the smooth, hard chest beneath. “Jesus. You must live at the gym.”

“I’m going to take that as a compliment.”

Somehow, he managed to get the doors open. And then they were inside, with her pinned against the wall in her living room as he kissed the sense right out of her. There was a tugging sensation at her hips, then the sound of fabric tearing, and a moment later his hand was between them, fumbling with his belt.

“Goddammit,” he swore with another of those low growls.

Delighted by him, by the effect she was having on him, she clung to him with one arm and used the other to help free his almost obscenely thick cock from his pants.

Her cry of shocked pleasure echoed through the empty house as he pinned her to the wall with more than just his body. She could only cling to him as he pounded into her with short, frantic thrusts, fucking her so hard she saw stars.

Pleasure, molten hot, erupted inside her, rushing down her veins and ripping a scream from her throat as he took her. Claimed her, because she couldn’t see it as anything but a claiming of the most primal, erotic kind.

A moment later, he thrust into her one final time, his cock swelling as he filled her. For a long while, the only sound in the house was that of their ragged breaths.

“Jesus,” she said when she could finally breathe somewhat normally again. “That was…”

“That was not exactly how I’d meant for this to go,” he said with a rumbling laugh, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. “You rushed me, naughty little pixie. Daddy’s going to have to teach you who’s in charge.”

“Mmm. I’m looking forward to it.”

Jesse

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“Wait, wait, wait.” Holding up one finger, Courtney closed her eyes and shook her head. “You’re marrying Grant. But also… dating Edie? How the hell does that work?”

They’d finished dinner nearly an hour ago, and the sisters had retreated to the couch in the living room while Aaron, Courtney’s adorably nerdy husband, took care of bedtime.

Aaron had come home from work before Jesse had really been able to give Courtney all the details of her reunion with Edie, and they’d tabled the discussion during dinner. Sweet Aaron had been a little starstruck, so Jesse had spent dinner regaling them with stories about some of his favorite actors and actresses. Then she’d really made his night by video calling Mitch James, his all-time favorite actor.

She was pretty sure she’d won her brother-in-law over. His wife, however, was a much tougher nut to crack. Though the story of how she’d come home to tell Edie about her engagement and the odd turn all of that had taken certainly seemed to be loosening her up.

The bottle of wine they’d already shared between the two of them was probably helping a bit, as well.

“So far, it’s working pretty well,” Jesse said with a shrug as she sipped at her third—or was it fourth?—glass of wine, this one from the new bottle Aaron had opened for them before he’d shooed them off into the living room to talk.

She thought she might be a little in love with him.

“They’re actually off on a date right now,” she added.

“And you’re okay with that?” Courtney’s tone clearly conveyed her disbelief that anyone could be happy with their fiancé going off for a romantic evening with another woman.

“More than okay. It was my idea. They need to get to know each other without me getting in the middle.”

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