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I drop my head back and close my eyes, shuddering around his hard length as I ride out the overwhelming sense of fullness that I’m experiencing.

Weston praises me through it, and when I finally feel like I can breathe again, I drop my gaze to him.

“Worth the wait,” I whisper, offering him a satiated grin.

He hooks his fingers in my mouth, tugging me forward. His teeth nip my ear. “We’re not done yet.”

I’m in too much of a pleasure-filled haze to respond as he lowers his head to the bench. Before I realize what’s happening, his hands cup my ass and he starts bouncing me on his cock, using his grip to support my weight. I feel him even deeper in this position and have to gasp for air as he impales me again and again.

“These tits.” He groans, almost like he’s in a trance.

“This body.”He tilts his hips to hammer into me from both sides.

I press my hands to his chest for support as my core starts to throb with greedy desperation.

“Perfect,” he continues, pistoning into me as he slams me onto his length. “So fucking perfect.”

“Wes,” I whine because I want to come again, but I don’t know how to make it happen.

Like always, he knows what I need before I have to ask. “Arch that back for me, princess. I have you.”

The instant I roll my hips, a string of curse words flies from my mouth because he begins to pound against that spot inside me that no man has ever found before. It only takes a few seconds before I’m erupting in pleasure, my body crashing around him like a tsunami hitting the shore.

Weston cradles me in his arms as I fall forward, giving me a final pump as he groans against my ear, my orgasm triggering his own.

He rubs my back as we catch our breath, content in each other’s arms. My mind should be filled with the buzz of bliss, but the only thing I can think about is how I have another thing to be happy about.

Not shaking the snow globe

Chapter 35

Weston

“You ready, princess?” I ask, squeezing her thigh as we park my car in her brother’s driveway.

Caroline gives me a confident smile. “Ready.”

We’ve been living in our own little bubble for the past two weeks, spending each evening and weekends together like we’re our own family unit. It’s been incredible to watch Caroline become more confident with Carter—to watch the two of them grow together. Even though certain situations, like tantrums, definitely make her uneasy, she refuses to let me step in to help. She’s determined to make this work, which is something I love about her . . . one of the many things I love about her.

I pause before opening the door, glancing back at her. “You’re sure you want to tell them tonight?”

Considering Cassidy, Morgan, and Walker are aware of our relationship at this point, it probably makes sense to clue the rest of the group in. But I’ve been letting Caroline take the leadon this. Her relationship with her brother is complicated, and while his friendship is important to me, I don’t want to overstep.

Which is why I wasn’t even planning on coming tonight, despite Cassidy’s invitation this morning. But the second I declined, Caroline shut me down and insisted that I’ve always been part of their family—that I would always be a part of their family. And that I deserved to be there just as much as anyone else.

Caroline rolls her midnight-blue eyes as she unbuckles her seatbelt. “I’m not even going to answer that.”

I bite back a laugh. “Alrighty then.”

The biting wind of the early November air cuts through my thin joggers and long-sleeve compression shirt as I step out of the car. When I walked out of the closet this afternoon wearing khakis and a crewneck sweater, I received a stern glare from Caroline. Apparently, there’s a rule that fancy clothes aren’t allowed at family dinner, and all food must be good for the soul—her words, not mine.

So while I definitely feel more comfortable physically than I did before, I still can’t shake the pit of uneasiness in my stomach.

It was different when I didn’t know if Caroline would give me a chance—there was no need to feel guilty about keeping it from Parker when I was simply pining after his sister. But now that things are serious for both of us, I’m just not sure how he will take the news.I’d love to think he’ll be excited because we’ve always felt more like brothers than friends or coworkers. But I also know him better than anyone, and I know that he hates change.

“And areyouready?“ Caroline coos as she pulls Carter out of his seatbelt and bounces him in her arms. “We’re going to have so much fun at Aunt Cassie and Uncle Parkie’s house. Aren’t we?”

Carter grins at her but says, “No.”

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