Page 117 of Not Made to Last

I take advantage of her position and grab her ass, set her right down where I want her. “We need to get you some smart lights,” I tell her.

After adjusting her position so she’s comfortable on me, she sits up taller, flattens her hands on my chest. Her hair’s anabsolute mess, and her clothes are all skewed, and she only has one eye open, but God, she’s never been more beautiful. “What are smart lights?”

“The ones you can control by voice.”

Her head tilts while a smile tugs on her lips. “Oh, yeah. I want those.”

“I’ll order some tomorrow.” I run my hand up her bare thigh, stroke my thumb just beneath her sleep shorts.

“So, you were out with Dominic?”

I nod. “I’ll explain later.”

“Why not now?”

I sit up, just enough so I can kiss her neck. “Because we’re busy right now.”

“Wait.” She pushes on my shoulders until I’m flat on my back again. “What’s going on?”

I can understand why she’s questioning me, because even though we’ve stayed in the same bed for almost a week now, we haven’t had sex. We’ve found intimacy in other ways, sure. We’ve held each other, kissed (a lot) and we’ve been close… but I don’t know. I didn’t want her to think I wasonlyhere for that, and besides, my mind hasn’t been all that clear.

Until now.

“I just forgot for a moment,” I tell her.

“Forgot what?”

“What I have and how good I have it.” I pause a breath, trying to catch my thoughts. “I guess I didn’t want you to think that I was pouring my emotions into you, physically…”

“Okay…” She smiles to one side, then lowers herself onto me. Breasts pressed to my chest, she kisses my collarbone, makes her way up my neck, and I raise my hips. “But can you pourother thingsinto me, physically…”

“Fuck, baby.” I slide my hand under her tank top, all the way to her neck, and tug her hair just enough so she pulls away. “You’ll have to be quiet.”

Liv sits up, grinding her hips on my too-hard cock, and I help her remove her top. My mouth instantly finds her nipple, rock hard against my tongue. She arches her back, a moan falling from her lips. I cover her mouth, and the single move has her eyes rolling back in pleasure. I flip us until she’s on her back and I’m on top. I continue with her nipples, smiling when she writhes beneath me. One after the other, I lick, suck, bite. All the while covering her mouth with my hand. When I hear her high-pitched moan, begging for more, I make my way down her stomach, my wet tongue leaving a trail behind. I tug down her shorts, and her shorts alone. Leave her in her white underwear. She sits up on her elbows, watching my every move. And I don’t waste any time. I run my tongue along her slit, over her underwear. “Rhys…” she whispers, and I do it again. “Stop teasing me.”

I glide the pad of my fingers over her underwear, moaning when the wet fabric outlines her slit. “I’ll fucking tease you as much as I want,” I say, tugging on the fabric until I get a perfect view of her pussy. “For as long as I want.”

She puffs out a breath, her tits rising when her back arches again. “Lie back, baby,” I tell her. “I’m going to be here a while.”

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Olivia

“How the heck are we blood?” Dom murmurs, just loud enough for me and Rhys to hear, but not Max. “This kid does not have an athletic bone in his body.”

Max swings a foam bat at a foam ball atop a T-ball stand and misses completely.

“Oh my God,” Dom groans.

I giggle, my head bouncing from the way Rhys’s chest shakes with his own laughter.

It’s a Saturday—almost an entire month since Rhys started staying with us, and we’re on the back porch, watching Max attempt to show us how good he is at T-ball.

Dom’s on the porch, manning the grill, and I’m sitting on the steps. One step above me, Rhys sits, his legs out on either side of me, his arm around my middle.

“You just gotta keep your eye on the ball,” Dre, Dominic’s best friend, calls out. He’s sitting at the outdoor table on the porch, laptop in front of him. He and Dom are supposed to be working on a project together, but not much is getting done.

“Watch!” Max yells, and we all mumble the same response, but in different words.

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