“You said ‘twice’,” I breathed against his mouth. “I’m holding you to that.”
His hands gripped my hips, fingers digging in. “I’ll give you three, Little Fighter, just to watch you fall apart again.”
I grinned, then gasped as he grabbed the back of my thighs and flung me under him. Clothes hit the floor faster than I expected. His eyes raked over my body like he hadn’t just seen it last night.
“You’re a fucking dream,” he murmured, voice rough and low. “Every single inch of you.”
“Then stop staring and start touching.”
“You don’t tell me what to do.”
“I’m sorry, Daddy.” I blinked.
“You should be.” He leaned down, biting my bottom lip gently.
“I know what my princess needs.” His fingers found me fast. He didn’t tease me. He already knew how to play me, how to pull me apart with just the right pressure, the right speed. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down for another kiss as he replaced his fingers with his cock and slipped inside me with ease.
The stretch stole my breath. I moaned into his mouth, and he groaned low in his throat like the sound alone did something to him. “You’re such a good girl for me, you know that?”
“Yes, Daddy.” I moaned.
“My pretty baby girl.”
The praise does something to me… knowing he wanted me to feel good. Heknewwhat I needed and gave it to me. He thrust in deep, his hands everywhere, my hips, my waist, tangled in my hair as he held me to him like we could fuse into one person if we tried hard enough.
“You feel so good, baby,” he whispered against my jaw. “You take me so fucking well.”
My legs locked around him. I met every thrust, chasing the edge I knew he’d push me over. “Harder, Daddy. Don’t hold back.”
He held onto me so tight I knew I’d have bruises tomorrow, but he gave it to me. Without hesitation.
“Come for me, baby.”
And since I was willing to please him, I did. I came so fucking hard all over his cock, a panting, breathless mess under him. He kept going, chasing his own release, and, fuck, the sounds he made when he came had me wanting to go again. Slowly he pulled out of me and collapsed beside me, pulling me against his chest immediately.
His hand traced lazy shapes across my back. “You okay, baby girl?”
“Better than good,” I whispered, cheek pressed against his shoulder.
“That’s all I want to give you. Better than good,” he said simply, then kissed the top of my head. “Now don’t move. I’m gonna grab us water and a warm rag, and then I’m holding you for the rest of the damn night.”
“Thank you,” I murmured, eyes already starting to close, the afterglow sinking into my bones.
“Don’t thank me for taking care of you. That’s my job.” He left the bed, naked and gorgeous, and I let my eyes linger because, well,that ass.Definitely worth the view.
Ten
Connor
One month later.
The driveway of the Easton house was packed, each one of my brother’s cars jammed in. Emma sat beside me, fiddling with the hem of her pink sundress, glancing up at the white house with navy shutters that had seen its fair share of chaos. Between the five of us, something was always broken, and a different sibling was getting blamed for it each time.
I leaned over and kissed Emma’s temple. “You okay?”
“I’m fine.” She gave a quick, breathy laugh. “Just mentally preparing to meet the entire boy band of brothers you warned me about.”
I chuckled. “Tyler’s the golden retriever. Sean’s the goofball always taking care of everyone. Nick will pretend he doesn’t care, but he’ll make you coffee without asking how you take it because he secretly already knew by paying attention. Ben will be cocky and remind us every chance he gets that he plays college hockey.”
