“Riley,” she pants, and I look up through her curls to see her head thrown back, chest heaving. “Ri?—”
She clenches down, entire body rigid. I flick my tongue against her clit as I stroke my fingers against her walls, and then she’s coming, pulsing around my fingers andfuck. I will never get enough of her. I take in every detail, from the rhythmic clenching to the light sheen of sweat making her sepia skin glisten, to the way her full breasts tremble as she shudders through her orgasm.
“Fuck, Neveah,” I whisper as I pull away.
Her orgasm-drunk eyes find mine, and I shake my head in bewilderment.
“How do you get hotter every time?”
She laughs. A throaty, gravelly laugh, and then she pulls me back up her body for more cuddles.
“Get up here, Sour Patch” she grumbles, though there’s a satisfied smile on her face.
She tucks me back into her side and I tangle my legs with hers, throwing one arm over her stomach to hold her close. She tips her head against mine, then kisses my hair.
“I love you,” she murmurs.
I squeeze her tight.
“I love you, too.”
A few minutes of peaceful quiet pass, and then I ask the question I’ve been avoiding. I didn’t think about next steps before Sage and Brooks left. I was so overstimulated from meeting them, so happy to be spending time with them, lost in Sage’s scent, that it didn’t even cross my mind.
Now, I’m kicking myself.
“What are we going to do about Sage and Brooks?”
“I got his number,” Vee says, and I startle, looking up at her as a relieved smile breaks across my face.
“You did?”
She nods, smiling back. “I did. Would you like to go text him?”
I don’t think I’ve ever gotten out of bed so fast.
Chapter Thirteen
Brooks
The drive back to Sage’s brother’s house is mostly quiet. I sense she’s drained, and I rub my thumb along the back of her hand where it rests in mine. She’s staring out the window, eyes slightly glazed as though she’s not fully here.
“Are you okay, Petal?”
Sage blinks, then turns to face me. I’m pleased when she holds eye contact a bit longer than normal, though she still drops it quickly.
“Yeah,” she says, a confused dip to her eyebrows. “I just, I don’t know. I’m all messed up inside.”
“How do you mean?”
“Josh… My brother’s friend,” she hesitates, glancing away from me as her body tenses. “He says I’m his?—”
A growl punches from my chest before I can stifle it and Sage startles in her seat, wide brown eyes darting to me. Shit. I force the growl to cut off, and attempt to clear my throat.
“I’m sorry, Sage. That wasn’t directed at you. My alpha instincts are perhaps a little possessive of you already.”
“Oh…” She doesn’t seem to know what to do with that, but I prompt her to continue before whatever she was going to share is lost.
“You were saying? About Josh?”
