“We’ll have you.” Eli’s voice softens. He leans forward, pressing a tender kiss to my lips.
“Wait, Dad. What about the girl you went on a date with?” Tucker’s eyes widen, as if he just remembered.
“Funny story, kiddo.” Eli grins. “Sybil was the girl.”
“What?!” Tucker squeals. “You didn’t tell me that!”
“Yeah, because you can’t keep a secret.” Eli hauls his little boy into his lap, tickling him until we dissolve into giggles.
We spendall night snuggled in together. Tucker makes us take turns telling funny stories. Eli has all the good ones about Taylor and Kellan, while I have a few of my own about him, both of us recalling funny memories of Tucker.
We talk so long that Tucker falls asleep cradled between us on Eli’s bed, with one chubby little hand wrapped around mine.
“Hey,” he rasps. His fingers tuck a hair behind my ear as he jerks his head toward the door.
I shimmy out from underneath Tucker, following Eli back down to the main level. He pulls me onto his lap, settling into the couch with me in his arms.
“You know I’m never letting you go now, right?” His breath tickles my skin. Goosebumps cascade down my arms.
“I sure hope not,” I whisper.
Eli’s hand trails down my spine, sending another shiver through me.
“I want to taste you,” he murmurs into my neck, his tongue flattening as it drags up my throat. I think I might whimper. “Can I taste you?”
Eli slides one hand into my hair, his fingers tightening into a fist. Tugging gently, he bares my neck, lips sealing around my pulse point. His other hand slides between my legs, pressing into the seam of my leggings.
“Yes,” I breathe. At this point, I think I’d say yes to anything he asked me.
I am so far gone for this man.
Eli lies me on my back, slowly stripping my clothes off, fingers trailing across my skin. I gasp as they ghost over my ribs. The sensation is almost too much to bear.
“Fuck me. You’re so fucking pretty.” Warm calloused palms slip beneath me, his fingers unclasping my bra. One hand spreads out across my rib cage, the other braces the couch as he leans down, taking my nipple between his teeth.
My back arcs into the cushions, chest pressing into him. His tongue laves, lips locking around my nipple, sucking until it’s a hardened peak.
He trails kisses across my chest, moving to my other breast.
I moan, sinking my hands into his hair, tugging to pull his face to mine. Our lips meet in a messy kiss. Teeth clacking, bodies surging to meet each other.
“No,” I whine, trying to hold Eli’s face to mine when he pulls away.
“I’ll make it worth your while, Sibby. I promise.”
“Fine,” I grumble, relenting.
I watch him slip down my body, one knee dropping tothe ground as he plants himself between my legs, spreading me open.
He groans. “You’re fucking soaked.”
“Mmm,” I hum. “Have been from the moment I heard your voice at the diner.”
“Fuck me,” he whispers, swiping one finger through my slick heat. “So fucking pretty,” he mutters, moving closer until his mouth is on me.
His tongue tastes every inch of my pussy. I’m writhing by the time he comes up to my clit. Green eyes peering through his lashes, watching me as I start to spiral tighter and tighter.
He flicks my clit with the tip of his tongue, sending me over the edge. I chant his name, fingers gripping his hair. My hips thrust into his face, thighs shaking as he wrings every last drop of pleasure from me.
