Blake leaned down again, his lips crushing against mine,slipping his tongue into my mouth as he rolled onto his back, pulling me with him in one fluid motion. His one hand tangled in my hair, his other gripping my ass, moving my body in sync with his rocking hips beneath me as the kiss continued.
I finally broke away with a moan, sitting up, panting through whimpers as I moved faster, drawing a groan from him. “Use me, baby girl.” A sharp thrust upward stole my breath. “Fuck yourself on my cock like you need to.”
My hands splayed against his broad chest, my hips rocking faster. “Blake,” I moaned, nails digging into his skin. “I’m…I’m gonna come!”
He gripped my hips tighter, guiding my rhythm—hard, fast, deep. “That's it,” he hissed through clenched teeth. “Take it like you own it…because youdo, Haley. All of it—every fucking inch. And I want you to scream when you come on what’s yours.”
His thumb found my clit, circling in firm, deliberate strokes that sent me over the edge. And I didn’t just come. Iunraveled. My entire body shook, and my vision speckled as my orgasm tore through me, and when I spasmed around him, a guttural groan ripped from his throat as he came hard.
I slumped against his chest, panting as he continued to pulse and twitch inside of me. His grip on my hips gradually loosened, one hand sliding up the length of my spine to the back of my neck, holding me against him.
He turned his head, brushing his lips against my cheek, his ragged breaths rustling the hair by my ear. “You alright?” he panted.
“Uh-huh,” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
His large hand cupped my cheek. “I love you.”
When I lifted my head, he didn’t hesitate to meet my lips, pressing a gentle kiss to them as I smiled breathlessly. “I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Sittingon a piece of driftwood down on the empty beach in the back of Blake’s house, I watched as he tossed a stick down the shore, and Maverick went happily bounding after it.
I laughed when Maverick barked at the retreating tide as if he were admonishing it for trying to snatch away his precious stick. With a quick pounce and his paws slamming into the soaked sand, he managed to grab the stick just in time.
Triumphant, he sprinted back to Blake, ready to repeat the entire game.
Blake threw the stick for Maverick again before walking up the sand and sitting beside me. I leaned into his side, and his arm curled around my shoulders as he turned his head,brushing a kiss to my forehead. “We should head back up. I told the others we’d meet them around noon.”
“Okay,” I replied.
We both stood from the driftwood. Blake cupped his hands around his mouth and called out, “Come on, Mav!” to Maverick, who was chasing the sandpipers a distance away down the beach.
Maverick turned and came racing back to us.
After making our way back to Blake’s house with Maverick, we got ready and left for our next destination.
Thirty minutes later, we pulled into the parking lot of our brothers’ law firm—Gabe, Wes, and Morgan were already there waiting.
Blake and I got out of his Jeep, and they all greeted the two of us. “Where’s Luke and Callie?” I asked.
“Callie messaged me this morning and said she wasn’t feeling that great, but said that dinner is still on tonight,” Morgan said.
I grimaced. “That poor girl is going through it with that morning sickness.”
“Better her than me,” Morgan quipped.
It was Saturday, and today was Bayport’s annual Spring in the Cove Festival. After greeting everyone outside the law firm, we set out for the waterfront, where the festival was held.
It took place every year at the end of April and ran from the boardwalk down to the cove for which the town was named. It was filled with games, food, and drink trucks, vendor tables from local and surrounding businesses, and much more. We planned to hang out for a while before we headed to Lucas’s and Callie’s house.
Usually, everyone would go to The Sandbar on Saturdaynights, but since Callie announced she was expecting a few weeks ago, Saturday nights started looking a little different. Instead of the bar, they decided to start hosting dinner every week at their house.
The group of us started at the top of the boardwalk and walked around, stopping at different shops and vendors as we made our way toward the cove’s side. Blake’s hand was clasped in mine as we walked, his thumb absentmindedly brushing my knuckles.
“Oh,looky there,” Wes said, his voice dripping with playful sarcasm.
“Well, hello,” a man’s voice drawled from beneath the large tent we were approaching. His eyes then slid to Morgan, and he smirked. “Morgan, looking asbeautifulas ever.”
