He trembles as he drags in a breath. His head bows to mine. “Fuck, kitten. Don’t move. Give me a second.”
The way he almost loses control for me after all this time is the best feeling in the world.
He starts to move.
No, this is the best feeling in the world. I curl my legs around his hips and cling to him. Palm his ass to hold him deeper as the intensity grows.
He rolls onto his back and takes me with him. His hands grasp my calves as he positions me on top of him. He peels down the top half of my bodysuit.
Staring up at me, he brushes my hair behind my ear.
“What?” I never want him to stop looking at me the way he is right this minute.
“Take your bra off.” He runs his fingertips down between my breasts. “And play with your tits while you ride me. Take what you need, kitten. Use me to get yourself off.”
I reach around and unlatch the hooks on my bra before letting the straps fall down my arms. Unrestrained, my breasts fall heavily. Sensitive and swollen from all the extra hormones, they ache when I lift and squeeze them like he normally would. My nipples turn into tight peaks that send sparks of pleasure shooting to my core with each graze of my fingertips.
I rock my hips, and he hits a sensitive spot that makes me whimper.
“Fuck.” He moans as he arches, grinding into me.
I ride him slowly, eating up every grunt and moan he makes. The way he loves me is powerful. With him, I’m moving on. The way he wants me makes me feel sexual and confident. All my insecurities fade away.
My inner walls flutter with the beginnings of an orgasm.
His breathing grows harsh, and his hands grasp my waist, itching, no doubt, to take over. But he doesn’t. He supports me as I drive us to the ledge. As I lean my hands on his chest for more friction on my clit, the orgasm overwhelms me.
My hips fumble and he finally takes over, driving into me hard and fast. He tips his head back, the sinew in his throat taut as his cock twitches and spills inside me.
The moment we’re done, he bands an arm around me and hugs me tight while he grabs one of the blankets and drapes it over my back.
I settle there on his chest. Spent.
He strokes my hair. “You said something earlier. And I don’t know what to do with it.”
My stomach fills with nerves. I recall what I said with a little too much clarity. “What was that?”
“You don’t want to marry me.”
It was the heat of the moment. And said mostly for my brother’s benefit.
“Ahem.” Owen appears out of the darkness. “Time to put your clothes on, Hollywood.”
“Seriously?” I lift my cheek from Rebel’s chest and my gaze meets Owen’s. Beside him is Jett. On the other side Storm smirks.
“Oh my God.” I snatch the blanket to my chest and make sure it covers everything. I hope they only caught us snuggling. Otherwise, that’s creepy and gross.
Owen’s arms are crossed over his barrel chest. His lip curves up into a sneer. “Come on, Hollywood. We haven’t got all night.”
Rebel squeezes me before he releases me entirely. “I’m ready. I just gotta get dressed.”
“Ready for what?” I slide to the side so he can sit up and secure the blanket with both hands when he scoops up his shirt.
“We’ll give you a minute.” Owen shows us his back. Jett does the same.
“Storm?” I deadeye my brother.
“Don’t worry, little. We won’t harm a hair on his head. There won’t be any mud involved either.”
