Page 81 of Endlessly Yours
Tile bit into my knees as water slicked down my back, but I didn’t care. Instead, I lifted Rory’s leg up over my shoulder and used my other hand to keep her thighs steady as I pressed her against the shower wall.
“We’re going to be late,” she panted.
“Then you better let me have my breakfast.”
“Brooks,” she gasped as I leaned forward and lapped at her cunt. She tasted of honey and sweetness, and I couldn’t help but explore, knowing that this could be every morning and it wouldn’t matter. Because this was our future. The woman that I loved, with her legs wrapped around my shoulders, as I ate my fill. I sucked at her clit as she arched in front of me, and I was grateful that I had built this shower to have a slight ledge. That way, she could lean against it and not slide down.
“Brooks,” she panted again.
“That’s it, say my name,” I breathed against her pussy, as I speared her with two fingers, curling them to get that sweet bundle of nerves. She came then, clamping around my fingers as she rocked her hips on my hand.
“That’s good. Keep getting yourself off. Rock those hips. Show me exactly what you want.”
She met my gaze then, continuing to move her hips as she came down from her orgasm.
“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” I kissed her pussy once more before removing my fingers and standing up.
“Open,” I demanded, and I slid my fingers between her pouting lips as she obeyed what I said.
“Taste yourself. Do you like that? That’s what I want every morning. This taste on my tongue.”
She licked at my fingers before I removed them from her mouth and kissed her with everything that I had. “I need you. Every morning. Right now. Please.”
I smiled against her lips, nodding softly, before I lifted her leg once again, positioned myself at her entrance, and slid home. She groaned into me as I froze, letting her take her time to adjust to my size.
“I’m never going to get used to that,” she whispered. “I mean, what a way to wake up,” she teased.
I took her mouth again, sliding my fingers between us to rub over her clit.
“I don’t want to get used to this. I want it to feel fresh and new every morning and then feel like home all at once. Because you’re my home, Rory.”
Tears slid down her cheeks even through the shower spray, and I kissed them away before we both began to move.
This time was slower, taking our time where I hadn’t thought we had it before. We could go hard and fast, go too much in the past, but right then, all that mattered was this moment with her.
And when she came again, I followed, filling her up to the point that my knees shook. I leaned against her, pressing her to the shower wall with my forehead on hers as both of us just let out a deep breath.
“Whoa,” she said with a small laugh.
“That sounds about right,” I teased. I kissed her softly again before I pulled out, and found a soft washcloth in the corner so I could clean us both up.
“Eventually, we’re going to run out of hot water,” she joked.
I snorted. “I built this house literally brick by brick, and I know exactly how much hot water we have. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”
I kissed her again before we each finished showering and got out to get ready for the rest of the day.
We had woken up early so that we could have this moment to ourselves, and by the time we got downstairs, showered, fresh, and both laughing at something the other had said, the girls were just waking up and walking downstairs.
It had been three months since the fire; since we had nearly lost everything. And while I knew we would be okay, I also knew that it was going to take a little bit longer for the girls to truly believe that.
But when they both smiled at me, with Cameron ducking her face shyly and Alice running right to me, I couldn’t help but feel as though I had finally found what I had been looking for since Amara had taken her last breath. Because I had done what she had asked, I had taken a chance at another forever, and I knew she was looking down at me, pleased and exasperated that I had finally done it. Because Amara would’ve loved this family.
And I was going to make sure the rest of the world knew that.
“So, are we really having an entire Wilder reunion today?” Cameron asked as she bit into her toast. I stood at the stove, finishing up the eggs and bacon, as Alice stood next to me, watching me work, and Rory finished cutting up the rest of the cantaloupe.
“Yes, there’s going to be way too many of us, but don’t worry, you’re one of us now.”
