Page 109 of Tempt

He took a moment to arrange his cock before sliding my skirt up to my hips and pulling my panties aside with his thumb. Then he directed the head of his cock up and in.

“Oh…fuck…” he hissed even louder. “You’re soaked. You’re a fucking river.”

I grinned and pushed back against the head of his cock until it slid inside. “I’ve been waiting too.”

He groaned as he wrapped those big hands of his around my hips and thrust deep, burying his cock to the hilt in one swift stroke. I cried out because it was so much, so fast, but I welcomed every bit of overwhelming pleasure as it crashed through me.

He paused; giving me a moment to adjust to the intrusion caused by so much hard, hot, throbbing cock. “You sure you can handle me? I’m feeling quite greedy.”

“Oh yes,” I panted out. That was exactly what I wanted. Since he came back I’d been a bit addicted to being overwhelmed. That and the three-to-one orgasm ratio that he insisted was still in effect.

Well, most days anyway. Sometimes we settled into a nice rhythm of being happy. But the rest of the days the past was like a shadow that followed Theo everywhere. Sometimes he felt the full effect, others he seemed to forget it entirely. But every day things got easier and I was confident one day he’d finally feel at peace with everything that had happened.

In the meantime, I let him make amends sexually.And I took what I needed too…in the form of hard and passionate lovemaking.

He pumped with long, firm strokes until we found a good rhythm. Then he let his hands start wandering up and down my hips and thighs, then over my belly and up to my breasts. He cupped and massaged, then lightly ran his thumbs over my peaks until I closed my eyes and moaned.

“That’s it, babe. Let me make you feel good.” He practically purred with that deep rumble of his.

His light touches increased in strength until he was lightly rolling my nipples between his finger and thumb. My hips bucked and pressed back against his cock. He rolled harder until I was panting and my inner muscles started to clench around his cock.

Then he moved his right hand down to cup my sex, pushing up my skirt along the way. The base of his palm pressed firmly against my clit, jumpstarting the first part of my orgasm.

The clenches became less erratic and formed a pattern. I rocked my hips and pressed hard against his palm before tilting up to take his cock deeper. Over and over, all while he pumped into me and rolled my nipple.

“Open your eyes,” he panted in my ear.

I did as he asked, raising them until they met his in the mirror. A jolt shot through me the moment we connected, turning the experience up a notch. My skin tingling as my climax built to the point I couldn’t do anything except let it take over.

I cried out as I detonated, pulsing as he came right along with me. He held me tight against him, his palm pressing against my clit until I sagged against the mirror.

“Fucking beautiful.” He tugged on the ends of my hair until I looked up at his reflection. “Thank you.”

I grinned to show my appreciation while he grabbed a towel off the shelf beside us and eased out of me, careful to keep the mess off our clothes.

Chapter 40

When we returned to the wedding reception it was much emptier than when we left. Tired families and older couples had all retired for the night after a long, eventful day. But all our friends were still there, laughing, singing, and dancing.

It struck me in that moment that we were all genuinely happy. I knew this level of bliss wasn’t going to last forever. There were always ups and downs in life, but the ghosts that had haunted all of us for so long had been banished.

We’d replaced the dark spaces with light. With family, friendship, and dreams. Life could throw us curveballs, but from here on out we had each other.

“Oh…my…god…” Theo sucked in a breath and froze on the edge of the dance floor.

I followed his gaze to a man and a woman sharing a drink by the bar. Ava was blushing. She lookedshy, which was not a word I had ever used to describe my friend. Ever.

But the guy who was making her blush?

Theo’s older brother, Michael. Who I gotta tell you, doesn’t look a whole lot like Theo, but is equally as handsome. Both men were tall and broad, but where Theo had rugged, rough looks like a fighter, Michael was more refined. When they stood together as a family it was obvious that Theo and Nicki took after Donald, where Michael more closely resembled his mother.

Michael had dark, almost black hair that he wore on the longer side so that it curled at the ends. His skin was tanned and his blue eyes were devastatingly invasive. He’d kind of knocked me on my ass with that dimpled smile and natural charisma. In a lot of ways he and Theo were opposites, but in the best ways they were the same.

He was perfect for Ava. He was also all wrong for Ava. Michael was on the first flight back to New York in the morning. I hoped she was in the mood for a one-night stand.

As Michael flashed his smile and cracked a joke that made her bark one of her signature laughs, I had a feeling she’d enjoy her night with Michael Sutherland.

“Good for them,” I murmured.

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