Holden is looking at Hope quizzically, which surprises me. I thought he knew everything about his best friend. “Who are these guys to you, Hope?” he asks gently, and she breathes out a deep sigh before looking him in the eye.
“They were my foster brothers in the last home I was in before I came to LA.”
Holden’s brow crinkles a little in confusion, but with a little nod, he turns to Dad. “They get my vote since Hope recommended them.” Obviously, Holden trusts Hope, and we trust him, and Hope’s personal life is just that—personal. I’m sure she would share it with us if she thought we needed to know. “I trust Hope and Holden, and you seem to have done your research, so I’m fine with it.”
Each of my siblings is quick to agree, and we finish dinner by discussing more mundane topics, most business-related, but it’s a pleasant way to pass the evening.
We’re all early to retire after the long day, and I’m first to whisper in Harlow's ear, inviting her to my bed. She’s just as quick to agree, making her way to my room after she’s had a shower. There’s a curious look on her face as she studies the inside of my room while I watch her from my spot on the bed. I had been reading over some reports on my tablet while I waited for her, but they can’t sustain an ounce of my attention now that she’s here.
“I wasn't in here for long the other day, so I didn't get a good look,” she says as she picks up one of my swimming trophies. Her eyes lock on it, probably reading the inscription, before she puts it down. My motorcycle helmet is hanging on one wall next to my horse riding helmet, and she grabs that next. “You ride a bike?”
“Yeah, whenever I can, but since you’ve been here, I haven't really got it out. I’ve been so busy, it was easier to get a lift to the office with one of the others. Do you ride?”
“I haven’t had the opportunity before, but I’d really like to,” she says, hanging it back on the hook.
“Jacinta has a helmet. I’ll grab it for you in the morning. How about we get up a little earlier, and I’ll take you for one before we go over to the house?”
Her face lights up with a grin. “That would be great.”
She leaves her perusal to climb onto the bed. She smells like her shower gel, something fruity, and her hair is damp from washing it. There’s nothing special about how she looks right now, but I think that’s why I’m so drawn to it. I’ve had all kinds of women, but I’ve never really had one stick around long enough for me to get this, that post-shower nighttime comfort that says someone is comfortable with me.
Wrapping her arms around me, she pulls my head down for a kiss. It starts off soft and gentle but quickly moves into sensuous and seductive, her tongue tangling with mine as I wrap my arms around her and pull her in until her body is flush with mine. One of her hands continues to run through my hair, but the other drifts lower until she’s cupping my ass cheek and tugging me impossibly tighter against her body.
She pulls away, her eyes a little dazed as she licks her lips like she’s trying to chase the taste of me. “God, you’re so sexy. It was all I could do to keep my tongue in my mouth when you came to dinner with those gray sweats on. Don’t you know they're catnip to women?” She’s all breathy and flushed, so I just wink at her. Did I think of it when I got dressed? Definitely not. Will I think about that in the future? Fuck yes. Jaxon Summers, master of seduction right here.
“Of course I do. With six men for you to choose from, I’ve got to do everything I can to stack the odds in my favor.”
Her laughter is music to my ears. “You don't play fair,” she whines jokingly, then she takes the bottom of my shirt, peels it over my head, and tosses it to the side. She runs her hands all over my torso, her nails creating just the tiniest bite of pressure against my skin. “God, this body.” She takes a nipple into her mouth, and I grunt as she bites down on it, trying to adjust my rapidly hardening dick which is straining against my sweatpants. She pushes my hand away and grabs hold of it herself. “I can’t wait to have this inside of me.”
That’s enough to break my fragile restraint, and I pounce, rolling so I’m on top of her. She squeaks in surprise, but that turns into a moan as I grind my dick into her pussy.
“Well, you’re going to have to wait because I want to taste you first.” It’s my turn to remove her top, tossing the tiny tank in the same direction she threw mine before I wriggle my way down her body, pulling her sleep shorts off at the same time. Leaning back, I take in her naked body beneath mine. “I didn't get dessert earlier, and now I’m starving for it.”
ChapterSixteen
Harlow
Jaxon’s tongue worships my pussy like it’s his last meal on earth, and I come twice as he uses his fingers and mouth to drive me crazy. I’m a sweaty, panting mess when he finally climbs up my body and kisses me. He tastes like me, but I don't care. Our mouths are still fused, tongues rolling against one another, as he lines himself up and slowly enters me, his thick length stretching me until he fills me up. I pull away and moan my pleasure, unable to hold it in.
His mouth finds one of my nipples as he starts a slow rolling glide in and out. He’s in no hurry, his body worshiping mine. My hands roam up and down his back as he hitches one of my legs over his hip so he can get deeper. I say a prayer to Poseidon, the god of the ocean, because I’m pretty sure he blessed Jaxon with some mad swimming skills. They’re paying off in bed with some super amazing rolling action. Fuck, the man can move, and he easily works my body to the precipice of orgasm again. Unlike his brothers, Jaxon doesn’t talk dirty, but he does mutter words of praise. “It feels so good. You’re so tight and hot.” It gets me going just as much as the dirty talk does because I know he’s lost in this moment with me.
“Harder, Jaxon,” I demand as my hands find his tight ass, and I squeeze. He picks up the pace, and my toes start to curl as my pussy flutters madly until we hit that peak together. As one, we fall off that cliff. Jaxon keeps pumping through my orgasm, but his teeth are gritted and his neck muscles strained. Finally, he starts to slow, his dick not losing any of its hardness, so he stays right where he is, propped up on his arms, kissing me as we both come down from our orgasms.
“Wow, that was…” I break off, slightly breathless.
“Amazing, fantastic, the best ever?” he prompts, and I chuckle. He groans when my pussy clenches as I laugh, then he slowly pulls out. He rolls off the bed and disappears into the bathroom, returning with a warm washcloth, one he refuses to relinquish when I try to take it from him. He cleans me up before running it over his deflating dick and throwing it into a hamper in the corner.
“Well?” he prompts, and I realize he’s actually waiting for an answer. Another laugh breaks free, and I feel something dribble down my thigh. Groaning, I roll off the bed.
“Unbelievably incredible,” I tell him, kissing him as I go past.
“Where are you going? Want to watch a movie?” he asks.
“Yup, just going to pee and clean myself up a little bit more. Your future kids are running down my leg.” He pales when I point to the cum that’s dribbled out. “Relax, I’m kidding. I’m protected, remember? I wouldn’t mess with any of our futures like that.”I think there may be a slight flash of disappointment in his eyes before he smirks.
When I come back, he’s got a movie playing on his tv, and I climb in next to him. Snuggling into his side, I try to work out what movie he has on, but he feels kind of rigid next to me, not the good kind. What could have happened while I was gone?
“Do you want kids, Harlow?” he quietly asks after a moment, and I turn my head to look at him. He’s staring at me like my answer could make or break him.
