“Good. I’ll show you something. Just follow my lead.” I move myself up and push slowly into her.
She gasps, squeezing her thighs together, making the tight space even tighter. This position lets me sink deeper than any other, but it’s not just how deep I can get; it’s the angle that matters. She’ll find out why in a moment.
“One day soon,” I whisper in her ear, buried to the hilt. “I’ll want your ass, too. I’ll buy you a pretty silver plug, and you’ll wear it all day so you’re ready for me in the evening.”
“Okay,” she moans as I slowly pull back. “Can you buy one with a cute tail?”
“Kinky,” I chuckle. “Hands behind your back.” I tie her wrists with my fingers when she obeys. “Lean back with me, like you’re about to sit.” I move my other hand to her front, holding her flush to me, and grasp her neck.
“Oh God... this feels so, so good. Too good, I won’t last long like this. I’m too sensitive. I’m already so close, and—”
“Shh,” I tut against her. “You’re doing great. I know this is intense, so I’ll go slow. Get you used to the angle. I only want one like this, okay? Just one, and then you can take a bath.”
She nods, trembling softly when I pull back to make my first thrust, then shuddering with every stroke hitting and dragging along her G spot. I keep a steady tempo, counting to ten, then up the speed a little.
“How’s that, baby? What color are you?”
She arches back, resting her head on my shoulder. “Green.”
“That’s good. Now I’ll show you how fast you can come like this. Hold onto me.”
I release her hands, letting her grip my forearm that’s wedged between the flesh of her breasts, and I let the hunger inside me take the reins. With every next move, I squeeze her neck a little harder, loving how her skin flushes pink.
My hips piston in and out. The faster I move, the louder she moans, her orgasm looming nearby, the need growing even though she already came three times.
I grab her hip, pull her into me harder, and hold her in place, my growls mixing with her gasps as they grow more desperate, like she can’t take it much longer.
Biting her earlobe, I hit as deep as possible, and Addie cries out, trying to wiggle her hands out of my grasp. There’s nothing more satisfying in this world than seeing and feeling the way her orgasm turns her to splinters. Her nails dig into my flesh and she throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder as she starts quaking, coming so hard I truly hope the suite is soundproof or the whole fucking yacht will hear her moan.
I hold off a bit longer, loving how her pussy spasms around my shaft, but it’s only a few seconds until I can’t stop the orgasm hitting and warm trickles of cum surge deep into her.
The most obscure thought seizes my mind, threatening to knock me off my damn feet.
Impregnated.
I wish, but she’s on the pill, so there’s no way in hell we just made a baby. One day. One daysoonbecause she isitfor me.
Mine.
TWENTY-EIGHT
Colt
CIGARETTE IN HAND, I sit on our balcony, staring at the open ocean. Tonight’s not going according to plan.
Instead of taking a long bubble bath with Addie like she asked me too once her breathing stabilized, I got caught in a whirlwind of work. Conor called with an emergency just as Addie’s foot broke through the bubbles, so instead of soaking with her, kissing her shoulder, and holding her close, I’ve spent the last two hours sorting out contractors to fix a gas failure at my Pomona cocktail bar.
Now, all I’m waiting for is one more phone call and I can join Addie out on the main deck where she’s having dinner with the rest of the engagement party. Thelastdinner on the yacht.
To kill time, I check the messages in the Hayes group chat. Nico sent a picture of Melody playing in the garden with Conor’s twins. Vivienne and Mia are in the pool with what looks like iced coffee.
I scroll further up, checking what I’ve missed over the past week of barely opening the chat, and find more pictures of my brothers with their families.
I toss the phone aside when a knock reverberates through the apartment. Addie knows the pin, so it could be her father, or maybe Grant, ready to spew a few shitty lines because I threatened to knock his teeth out.
Better if it’s not him. My foul mood might cost him more than just his teeth. But as I fling the door open, neither man stands out in the corridor.
It’s Addie’s mother.
