Page 80 of Summer Heat
No matter what happened tomorrow, we had this. This moment of time where I believed that she could be mine forever.
I let myself give into the fantasy of her in my bed, Maya down the hall, and a future laid out before us filled with more renovations and maybe even our own beach wedding. I dared to hope for more kids because now that I'd met Maya, I wanted a whole pack of them with a mix of dark and light hair, blue and brown eyes. I wanted everything.
The tingling began in the base of my spine, and I reached around to manipulate her clit. I needed her to come again. And when she went over, I held her to me, sliding deep once more before groaning into her shoulder.
There was something about the act of releasing inside her that had my instincts coming to life. I wanted to see her grow round with my baby. I wanted to see her flush from an amazing orgasm. I wanted to pleasure her.
I never wanted her to come down from this high.
When I came to, she was flat on her stomach, and I covered her body with mine. I groaned, rolling to the side and off her.
She looked at me, a satisfied expression on her face. "What was that?"
"You're mine." I softened my declaration by smoothing a strand of hair off her face.
A smile played on her lips. "Mmm. I like the sound of that."
I leaned on an elbow, kissing her softly. I hoped she tasted her essence on my tongue. This was an intimate moment, one I hadn't shared with anyone before.
She wasn't just some girl I met at a bar. She was everything, my present and my future. I just hoped that she understood that.
On Saturday, the guys stopped by to start the demolition of the kitchen. It was hard work, and instead of smashing everything, we were saving the cupboards for Hudson to use in his garage for storage, so we had to be more careful than we otherwise would be.
Kinsley had spent much of the day filming us, peppering us with questions about our process.
I hoped the addition of my brothers meant more attention would go to them. I used to think all attention was good, but not anymore.
I didn't want the kind of attention I used to get. I just wanted Kinsley's, and she was clearly upset by some of the comments on the video.
I didn't want her to feel insecure about the situation. Dad was excited about the viewership of the videos, so there was no backing out. And it was Kinsley's job to film us.
Dad had offered her extra pay for the hours she spent filming and editing in the evenings and weekends. I should want her to feel successful and get paid what she deserved, but selfishly I wanted to keep her for myself.
We threw in the debris from the downed wall into the dumpster.
"We're going out tonight," Hudson said.
I wiped the sweat from my brow. "I'm kind of beat, and I want to get an early start tomorrow morning."
"You're going out with us," Cooper said. "You haven't gone out for drinks in forever."
My brow furrowed. "I thought you wanted me to go out less?"
"You're becoming a hermit, tied up in this old house." Dalton waved a hand around us.
"There are worse things." I wouldn't exactly say it was a hardship to live here in this house on Captiva with the ocean as my backyard.
"We're going out. The girls are too," Hudson said as he edged toward his truck.
Cooper's nose wrinkled. "Take a shower. You stink."
I attempted to punch him as he walked past me, but he dodged it, and my fist glanced off his shoulder.
"Make sure Kinsley's with you. She doesn't have Maya so no excuses."
How could I tell them that I was hoping for a quiet night in with Kinsley? I wanted her to know where she stood, and going out with the guys wasn't going to help that situation. But I didn't have a choice. "Fine. Whatever."
Hudson climbed into his truck. "See you there."
