“Brady.” I gasp.
“Come on, Nash.” His voice is rough in my ear, and his hips are moving again, pounding into me, finding my prostate and setting my nerves on fire.
“Oh God.” I reach for him, finding the back of his neck and holding him against me as he takes everything he wants and leaves me only feeling blazing white heat as my balls tighten.
“You can do it, Nash. For me. Come on.”
The second orgasm is almost as intense as the first. Brady’s dick on my prostate gives me the stimulation I need to arch and shudder, spurting white come over his fist. Behind me, he growls once more, and his teeth graze over my neck before he stills, leaving only the pulse and spasm inside me as he spills into the condom.
We crawl, naked and spent, back into my bed. I let Brady arrange us so he’s wrapped around my back. The little spoon is not my favourite place to be, but today I will be anyone—any spoon—he wants.
“I got your text message. This morning when we got closer to the city,” he says.
My whole body is sluggish, and my brain is not much better. “My text?”
“You missed me.”
I pull his hand to my mouth so I can kiss his palm. “I did. Missed you so much.”
He snuggles against me and purrs. “You should have told me sooner.”
“I didn’t know how. I’m so sorry for everything I said.”
“I think you have to admit you’re basically helpless without me.”
I reach around awkwardly and smack his bare ass. “I am an adult and a very capable human being.”
I’m half asleep when I feel his lips on my shoulder. “You already told me no one is ever a grown-up. We’re all just pretending.”
As long as I can pretend with him, everything else will be fine.
Epilogue
BRADY
Seven months later
The phone rings and a surge of adrenaline spills through my heart. I have to stab at the screen twice to pick up the call.
“Hello, Brady speaking.”
“Hi, it’s me, I’m so sorry,” Dominic says.
I breathe out a sigh of relief and shoot a glance to Nash, who is currently losing his fourth round of Uno to his children. His raised eyebrow is the question he has asked me over and over for the last hour, and I nod.
“Okay!” Nash shoots to his feet, scattering cards over the table. Karter and Jacob both whine, but Nash shakes his head. “Nope. Papa’s here. Get your stuff. Time to go.”
Not that we’re hustling them out of the apartment.
Except we totally are.
Dominic is almost two hours late to pick them up. I smooth down the lapels of my suit jacket. We were on the verge of me staying here with them, and as much as they’re sweet and entertaining, and most nights I’m totally happy to crash on the couch and watchStar Warsor play more card games, I have plans for tonight.
“Come on.” Nash claps his hands as the boys doddle around the living room. “Bags are by the door. Get your shoes on.”
“I can’t find Henry,” Karter says.
“He’s in your backpack,” I say, ignoring the virtual steam ready to pour out of Nash’s ears. Karter loses Henry more than he and his brother are losing teeth these days combined. I was prepared. No missing raccoon is going to delay our rainbow carpet moment.
