Page 80 of Hot Shot
I don’t give her a chance to argue, I step as close as I can, flex my knees, and line up my dick.
“Gonna fuck you raw so we can make our baby.”
“Bran.” She lets go of the wall with one hand, uses it to grab mine where it rests on her hip. “Your dirty mouth.”
“I’ve had years and years to think about all the things I want to do to you. For so many of those I didn’t think I’d get the chance.” I buck my hips, press the head of my dick into her hot, slick heat. “Now that I can do them, can talk about them, I’m not going to stop.”
With one thrust I’m balls deep and neither of us can speak. It’s all moans and groans, whimpers and sighs, and panting breaths filling the room along with the steam from the shower.
We don’t last long. The fiery edge of our need riding us both in a fast gallop up and over, tossing us into simultaneous orgasms that have cries of pleasure echoing off the walls.
Breathing hard, plastered to the back of her, I press my lips to her bare shoulder, nudge the side of her neck with my nose. “I love you.”
“I love you too.”
Blake
Landon has shut down. He’s here but not. Going through the motions of spending time with us.
No one pushes him. But Corbin is never far from his side and Bran seems to gravitate close too.
“He’s not going to be ready before they leave.”
I glance at Mom. “What?”
“Landon. He won’t be ready to talk about Laura before tonight when they have to go back to New York.”
“No. He won’t.”
“Will Branton be okay with that?”
“Yes. They talked. Landon asked for time to process, Bran’s giving it to him. If anyone knows time is needed to deal with this, it’s Bran.”
“True.” She taps my left hand. “Want to tell us about that? Maybe give us all something to focus on other than…”
“Ah, sure. We aren’t really hiding it. But I think Bran wanted to talk to Dad first.”
“Even though he already put a ring on your finger?”
“Yes.” Bran slips an arm around my waist. “The ring is a sign of my seriousness. And I don’t need either of you to give me permission to marry Blake, that’s hers to give, but I would like your blessing.”
“You have mine. I think Andrew is in his office. Said something about preparing for negotiations with an agent,” Mom says with a smile at Bran. “I believe the agent he’s referring to is yours?”
“Ah, yeah, with everything I totally forgot about that.”
“Well, why don’t you go deal with that”—Mom raises my hand to highlight my ring—“and this. Blake and I will get brunch set up on the patio. It’s a nice morning to eat outside.”
“How long do I have?” Bran asks.
“Let’s say fifteen minutes.”
“See you then.” Bran gives me a side hug and drops a kiss to my forehead before letting go.
I don’t see him walk away because my gaze is on Landon.
My brother is standing in front of the wall of photos Mom continues to add to. From the time Mason was a baby until now, every few months there’s a new picture on display.
The sadness on my brother’s face makes me want to hold him. “I’ll just go talk to Lan?—”
