Ella didn’t respond to that, only pulled me down the hall tothe bedroom. As soon as we crossed the threshold, she shut the door behind us and unceremoniously stripped her cardigan and sundress off. That left her standing before me in nothing but a set of lacy underthings, the fabric covered in florals and sheer enough that I could see both her pussy lips and nipples beneath.
As she reached behind her to unhook her bra, she nodded at me, silently urging me to get naked as well. My shirt floated to the floor as she released the clasp, but her hands cupped her breasts, keeping it on for the moment as the straps slipped down her arms.
“So tell me, Wills…” she began, fingertips drawing distracting circles around her nipples, “you got a boss’s daughter kink?”
I grinned wickedly as I stalked toward her, kicking out of my pants and boxers as I went until I was completely naked in front of her. Ella backpedaled until the backs of her knees hit the edge of the mattress and she collapsed backward.
She looked like a fucking angel, hair fanned out around her on the soft beige comforter, all that golden, tatted skin on display.
She was, without a doubt, my exact version of heaven given human form, wrapped in this perfectly fierce and feminine package.
I crawled between her legs and hovered over her, my mouth inches from hers.
“Nah, Wildflower. Just ayoukink.”
The next morning, whileLiam was still passed out after having given me another orgasm barely an hour before, I carefully and silently slipped out of bed, dressed, and headed out to the kitchen. After I got coffee brewing, I stepped out onto the porch to call my sisters.
“Well, well, well,” Delia, who was naturally the first to answer, said. “If it isn’t the wayward sister.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re annoying.”
“You love me,” she said, blowing me a kiss. “But really, you’ve been MIA. Where the hell have you been,loca?”
“Fucking hell,” Amara grumbled as she joined the call, adjusting sleeping baby Cora in her arms. “Have you been marathoningTwilightagain?”
“Hey,” Brie said when her face appeared in the corner of the screen. “Don’t be a hater.Twilightis a cult classic.”
“Thank you, Baby Brie,” Delia said happily, then noisily slurping from her coffee mug.
At last, Chloe appeared, baby Aleah propped up against her shoulder.
“Why are we always talking aboutTwilight?” she sighed.
“At least it’s not Anne Hathaway marathons,” Brie supplied. “We’ve moved past those, right, Ella?”
“Oh, we’rewaybeyond Anne Hathaway.”
There was enough suggestion in my tone that my sisters immediately perked up. Chloe even went so far as to call for Logan and hand Aleah off to him and, almost in sync, Cal stole Cora away from Amara so they could give me their full attention.
“Spill. The. Fucking. Tea. Sis,” Delia said, punctuating each word with a clap of her hands.
“The first thing you guys should know,” I started, pausing for dramatic effect, “is that I’m in love with Liam Danvers.”
“Holy shit,” Amara breathed.
Brie and Chloe merely squealed, and Delia cut right to the heart of the matter by saying, “Tell useverything.”
So I did. I filled them in on everything that had happened since I called them that first night in South Dakota. Somehow, that had only been five days ago, but it felt like a lifetime.
“This is crazy, isn’t it?” I asked, shaking my head. “To fall in love in less than two weeks?”
Brie shook her head. “I knew Ezra was the one the first time I laid eyes on him. So no, I don’t think it’s crazy at all.”
My other sisters hummed in agreement, though I knew it had taken each of them longer to come around to the ideal of a lifetime with their partners.
“Do you guys…approve? Of him?”
“You’re grinning, El,” Delia said. “We haven’t seen youthis happy inyears. If he’s the person responsible, it doesn’t really matter what we think, does it?”
