“Come with me,” he grits. “Come on, baby. Let go.”
And I do.
I break, crying out his name as I shatter under him, body convulsing, clenching around him as he follows, groaning loud and deep, hips stuttering as he spills inside me.
He collapses over me, both of us shaking, drenched in sweat, gasping like we’ve just survived something.
Because maybe we have.
We stay there for a long moment, hearts hammering, the room spinning gently around us.
Eventually, he lifts his head, kissing me slowly.
“Remind me to never underestimate your stamina again,” I whisper, completely undone.
He laughs, voice hoarse. “Darlin’, I think we just set a personal record.”
And even though my body feels like melted butter and I’m fairly certain my legs no longer work, I already know if he touches me again I’ll still want more.
We’re still tangled—sweaty, sticky, breathless—when a sharp knock rattles the door.
Sam groans into my neck. “No. Absolutely not.”
Another knock.
“Sam?” Phern’s voice cuts through the air, just as I’m trying to remember how to breathe. “If you’re done rearranging her organs, dinner’s ready.”
I choke on a laugh, burying my face in Sam’s shoulder. He groans louder.
“Give us a minute!” Sam yells back, voice muffled against my skin.
“Fine. But hurry. I’m bored out here.”
Sam sighs and collapses beside me, rolling onto his back with one arm draped over his face. “Cockblocked by my sister.”
I can’t stop laughing now, my cheeks flushed and sore in the best way. “You think she heard everything?”
“Oh,” Sam mutters, dragging a hand down his face, “she absolutely heard everything.”
I snort. “God, I hope not.”
“Me, too.” He laughs, too. “Fuck. My biggest fear used to be getting caught by my mom. Never knew it’d be my baby sister who’d be the one to bust me.”
I groan, burying my face in the pillow. “She’s never going to let us live this down.”
“She’s already planning the roast. You know that, right? Gonna be told at every holiday table from now until the end of time.”
My heart flutters. He says the words so easily, as if he can picture me here during the holidays with them. Like I’m already a part of this family.
“Well, we’ll just have to wait until she does something that we can hold over her head.”
“That’s the spirit.” He sighs. “Ready?”
“I guess.” I stretch, wincing in that good, over-used way. “My body is going to feel this for days.”
His hand slides across the sheets, fingers brushing my thigh. “Good. That was the goal.”
I nudge him with my knee. “You’re so proud of yourself right now.”
