“Gross,” Daniel said, making a face. “I don’t want to know that about my sister.”
Charlotte, at Noelle’s side, redirected the conversation. “Daniel and I never went on a honeymoon.” She rubbed her bump affectionately. “Maybe we’ll have to go on one after this one comes.” She looked up at her husband, who melted at her voice.
He was so obviously smitten with her, he just leaned over and kissed her forehead. “Whatever you want, Darling,” Daniel responded.
“Sounds like the perfect life motto,” Hunter observed, looking down at Gabbi. She had a sparkling ring on her finger, and they were planning a wedding for next summer—the last of the friend group to tie the knot.
“Happy wife, happy life,” Matthew agreed, dipping his head down to kiss Noelle softly on the lips.
I wondered what it would be like to have that much casual intimacy with a partner. To put a ring on someone’s finger and plan a future together.
Would I have that, someday? Was it cheesy to admit that I wanted it?
That at twenty-nine, all I could think about was that I wanted that person to come home to me every night. Someone I could cook dinner for and watch movies with. To snuggle with in bed.
Having Tessa in my arms as we slept last night just cemented that.
She caught my eye across the table and raised her eyebrow. How could I explain what I was feeling when we’d just agreed it couldn’t be anything serious?
Her life was there. Mine was here.
If two weeks was all we had, I was going to make it count.
Tessa exhaleda breath as the door clicked shut to a quiet house hours later. We’d taken Matthew and Noelle to the airport, and then after a quick stop to grab dinner, we were back at their house, hanging out with Snowball.
Matthew had patted me on the back when we’d dropped them off, and I wasn’t sure if he was wishing me luck or encouraging me, but whatever. I’d take it.
“That was stressful,” she admitted, gnawing on her fingernail.
I frowned, sitting on the couch. “What was?”
She motioned between us. “Trying to hide this all day.”
A grin split my face. “We don’t have to hide anymore, Hollywood.” Her lips dropped open to form a small o. Like she hadn’t even considered the fact that we werealone.“Come here,” Imurmured.
Tessa padded over across the carpet, lowering herself into my lap until she was straddling me. “Hi,” she said, running her fingers through my hair. Her dress was pooled around her hips, giving me the perfect view of those perfect thighs I was desperate to have wrapped around my head.
“Hi,” I whispered back. Her pussy was pressed against my cock, and I almost groaned at the sensation, knowing exactly what she was wearing underneath the dress. A tiny pair of panties and nothing else. “You drove me crazy all day in this,” I admitted, looping my finger under one of the tiny straps and plucking it against her skin.
She let out a small moan.
“Did you wear this to torture me, baby? Knowing that there was nothing underneath?”
I pushed down one of the straps, exposing her nipple to the air. She sucked in a breath as I dipped my head down, circling the peak with my tongue.
“Oliver,” she moaned.
I hummed, pushing down the strap on the other side, lavishing her opposite breast with the same attention. “This is payback for earlier, baby. You looking so pretty across the table and torturing me when I couldn’t do anything about it.”
She rubbed herself against my cock, biting her lip and throwing her head back as I continued to lick at her nipples. “That’s it,” I murmured, blowing the hardened buds. “Work yourself over my cock, make yourself nice and messy for me.”
She cried out as I thrust my hips up in time with the rocking of her hips, wanting to see if she could come just like this as I sucked on her breasts. I wanted to peel those tiny underwear off and bury myself inside of her, but she was so fucking hot like this, chasing her own pleasure.
“Look at you,” I praised, circling her nipple with my tongue before tugging on it with my teeth. “So pretty.”
“I’m so close,” she whined. “Please.”
I didn’t know what she was begging for, but I would give it to her. Always. “You taste so fucking sweet. Like honey.”
