“Fuck, okay. I’m going to come in your mouth,” he says, eyes like sin. “I’m going to come right down that throat, Jordan.”
Shivers run across my skin as his cock pulses between my lips, and Tate’s expression as he comes is obscene, lips parted, eyes on me, and a frown of shocked disbelief.
“Oh, god, honey, it’s so good,” he moans like he’s begging as he releases into my mouth. “It’s so good with you. You’re exactly what I need.”
It’s a struggle to keep up with it, but the way he looks down at me with hunger and need keeps me swallowing.
This is what I’m for. I’m many things—images of my bar, my team, my friends, and Bea revolve in my head—but I’m this, too. Tate’s. A way for him to let go. A way for him to lose control and take exactly what he needs. A way for him to feel like he’s worthy of pleasure, too.
He drops down to kiss me, raw, claiming, and greedy, and a moment later, I’m in the air, over Tate’s big shoulder, and being flipped onto my back on the bed. I don’t have a second to respond before he pushes my thighs apart and his mouth is on me, tongue dragging long lines up my center like he’s trying to get every drop of my arousal.
A high noise comes out of me at the hot, slippery friction against my sensitive nerves. My body is already shaking and clenching, toes curling and intimate muscles tightening as I reach for the sweatshirt to take it off.
“Don’t.” Tate’s voice is sharp. “Don’t take it off.”
His tongue circles my clit, so fucking good but not quite enough, before he sinks two thick fingers into me. I bow off the bed, eyes wide and unseeing as the pressure low in my abdomen swirls.
I’m already close. How? “I don’t come this quickly.”
“With me, you do.” His voice is hoarse as he crooks his fingers and desire slices through my body. “God, I love to watch you squirm.”
He works his hand hard against a spot I wasn’t aware existed. He’s neither gentle nor calm, andthis. This is Tate untethered. This is Tate completely out of control.
I love it. I need it. I’m racing toward an orgasm that’s going to snap me in half, and I already can’t wait to do this again.
“Don’t stop,” I beg as he sucks my clit and stars burst behind my eyes. “Please, Tate.”
My fingers thread into his hair, and his low noise of approval pushes me over the edge. Heat shatters through me, making me cry out as waves of pleasure crash through my body. I can’t think, I can’t speak, I can’t breathe, I can only beg Tate’s name as he drags out my orgasm on his tongue.
When I come down, he’s above me, smiling and pressing sweet, soft kisses across my face.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispers, clutching me like he needs me. Like that meant as much to him as it did to me. “You’re so beautiful.”
Half an hour later, we’re back in the main house, in his bed. His hand toys with my hair and I’m sprawled across his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat, tracing the lines of his tattoo in the moonlight.
Beneath me, Tate starts shaking with laughter. “I can’t believe you called that kid arat-faced fuck.”
CHAPTER 76
JORDAN
The next day,Hayden and Darcy get married beneath the cherry blossoms.
“Hayden,” Darcy says during their vows, holding his hands.
She’s wearing the boho-style cream dress she tried on in a tiny shop in Yaletown while Georgia, Hazel, Pippa, and I fought tears of happiness for her. Her lavender hair is around her shoulders, loose and wavy, and Hayden gazes at her like he can’t believe she’s really there.
Beside us, Bea sits in her pretty pink dress after completing her flower girl duties.
“You’re my best friend,” Darcy tells Hayden. “My partner. The really, really hot guy I always had a secret crush on. You amaze me with your kindness, compassion, and thoughtfulness. Every day, you inspire me to be brave.”
The sweetness in her expression as she gazes up at him feels familiar.
“I love you,” she says, simply. “And I look forward to the rest of my life with you.”
He kisses her hard, hand around the back of her head, and people whoop and laugh. In my chest, something warm spreads, making it hard to get a full breath.
Tate’s hand slips into mine. Darcy’s looking at Hayden the way I feel when I look at Tate. My free hand goes to the necklace hegave me, and a feeling loops through me of being cherished and taken care of.
