Page 93 of The Maxwell Brothers
I felt the change in her body. Slowly, her muscles tightened. She squeezed her eyes shut. Her movements became frantic, and she pulsed deliciously around my cock. She cried out my name, and I exploded inside her, pounding and moving until I chased every drop of pleasure for both of us, and we were spent and sated.
We lay down in a dazed state. I liked this moment, just being lazy with her, without a plan, without hurrying anywhere. She was kissing my chest and playing around my nipple with her fingers.
"Someone's happy," she teased me.
"You make me so damn happy, Lexi."
"No one's ever made me feel the way you do," she whispered, and her open confession touched deep inside me.
I decided to open up too. "It's the same for me, Lexi. I've never felt this way about anyone."
Her eyes widened.
"Ever before."
"Really?" Her expression lit up. “Me either.”
"I'm serious, baby."
She smiled from ear to ear, rising out of bed and doing a small dance throughout the bedroom. I watched her, laughing wholeheartedly. This woman was something else.
"This is the best day ever. Well, except for Tyler ending up in the hospital." She narrowed her eyes. "Do you think he needs cheering up?"
"I think Tyler's going to need lots of it. Reese is probably already on it."
"I can help. I mean, I don't know Tyler as well as she does, but sometimes that’s a good thing."
“Come here, Lexi.” I patted the mattress, and she immediately lowered herself onto it, curling against me. The day had been a total shit-show, but I’d never been so gloriously happy. Feeling her body against mine was exactly what I needed.Shewas exactly what I needed.
“Still not tired of fondling me, huh?” she asked between giggles.
“Never.”
The next morning, I woke up before Lexi and headed downstairs. I went straight to the fridge, taking out the ham, cheese, toast and tomatoes. I made coffee, and put everything on a platter, carrying it up. Lexi was inexplicably happy whenever I brought her breakfast in bed, and I didn’t get the chance to do it very often. I wanted to spoil her.
She stirred when I entered the bedroom, opening her eyes slowly. She was gorgeous, even with glazed eyes and her hair sticking out in every direction. Watching her wake up stirred something inside me. I didn’t want her to leave my bed or my house. I wanted the privilege of waking up next to her every damn morning.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“Morning, gorgeous girl.” I put the platter on the nightstand as she pulled the bedsheet up to her nose and then to her eyebrows.
“Lexi, what are you doing?”
“Nothing.”
I pulled the sheet back down so I could see her face. Her eyes were still heavy with sleep.
“I feel like a bear. Puffy and swollen. Definitely not gorgeous.”
“Trust me, you are.” I tilted toward her, rolling a strand of her hair between my fingers. “I’ll show you exactly how gorgeous and perfect you are to me. Right after you have breakfast.”
I nodded toward the tray on the nightstand. She followed my gaze, and her eyes widened.
“Oh my God. You made me breakfast in bed.”
I chuckled. “You seriously didn’t see me come in with it a few seconds ago?”
“Umm… I saw you, but the details didn’t register.” She smiled sheepishly, pushing herself up in a sitting position before setting the tray in her lap.
