“Anytime.” Moving to Kian’s side, she curls an arm around his waist, while he wraps one around her shoulders, pulling her flush against him. “We brought you a gift. It’s in the fridge.”
“I saw Rosalie peeking inside,” Kian drawls.
“No! When?” exclaims Iris. “Shit! There won’t be any left for Nathan. Where is she?”
The three of us stare in amusement as Iris goes in search of her.
“I’ll make sure they don’t destroy my kitchen,” Arya chuckles and walks away.
“How are you?” asks Kian with a tilt of his head.
I gaze around the room full of people with my heart full of warmth and contentment and answer, “Happy.”
Kian’s eyes crinkle in the corners in understanding.
***
The next few hours pass by in the blink of an eye. Most of which I spent keeping Pihu and Fire-Nova’s dog-separated. Because his hellion pet wouldn’t stop humping her. Arya can’t deny me bringing our Pihu new mates.
The get together comes to an end around two in the morning. And yes, Rosalie did end up eating most of the homemade Choco chips cookies Iris baked for me.
“Hey.” Arya’s soft voice floats to me.
I twist around, leaning against the balcony’s ledge. She hovers in the doorway, wearing only my shirt that falls to her mid-thighs. The wind blows her hair away from her rosy cheeks. “Come here, angel.”
Moonlight plays shadows on her heart-shaped face. The same way it did on the night at the club’s terrace. I had no clue how she was going to flip my world upside down in the most magical way.
Some days, I still feel like I’m living a dream.
Then I pinch myself to remind it’s my reality.
Once she’s within my arms’ reach, I capture her wrists and yank her flush against my body. She melts against me instantly, leaning all her weight on me.
“Did you have fun tonight?”
“A lot,” I answer. “I’ve never really liked surprises. I do now, as long as they come from you.”
“Good. Because there’s more surprises tomorrow.”
“Yeah?” I tease the hem of her shirt and slide my hands underneath. “How many?”
She grazes my abs with her palms, slowly inching them lower to rub over my hardening cock. “You’ll have to be a good boy and wait to find out.”
The praise has me twitching against her grip.
She licks her lips, eyes darkening with lust.
I shove my hand between her thighs and stroke a finger through her drenched folds. “If I’m not a good boy?”
“Then…” she gasps when I circle her clit.
“Then what?” I urge.
“I…I was going to let-” Her head drops back on a moan as I rub her bud faster and tease her opening. “Let you fuck my ass.”
Christ!
Fluttering her eyelids open to lock lust-drunk eyes on mine, she taunts, “But if you’re not going to be a good boy, then I won’t let you.”
