“You don’t want my help?” My words come out breathless, and his brows arch up in surprise.
“I mean…of course I do, but that’s not why I—”
“I know it’s not,” I breathe, swallowing roughly. “But did it occur to you that maybe I…Iwantto?”
His gaze darkens as he looks me over. “I don’t ever want you to feel like anything is transactional.”
“I know it’s not,” I promise again, before reaching out to touch the tent in his boxers. He hisses, which Inowknow is a good thing. “I want this, Ethan. So give it to me.”
“Such a demanding Little Bird” And then he’s taking my face in his hands, kissing me desperately. I can taste myself on his tongue, my apple scent mixing so beautifully with his lime and bergamot. Reaching between us, I pull the waistband of his boxers down and grip his throbbing cock in my hand.
He groans into my mouth, his hips helplessly thrusting into my hold. “It’s not gonna take long. I’m already so on edge.”
He lets me turn us so he’s able to lean against the counter, which makes our height difference a little more bearable. Standing between his legs, I hold his cock the way Teddy taught me, with a firm grip.
A whimper of pleasure escapes him. “Wren.” It was only my name, but suddenly, I’m the most powerful woman in the world.I’mthe one making him feel this way. He’s helplessly thrusting againstmyhand.
“Does that feel okay?” I whisper against his lips, knowing full well he’s about to lose it.
“Fuck, yes,” he gasps, his hands falling to my waist. “More than okay. Don’t stop, please.”
His plea is so out of character, it immediately pops an idea into my mind. I lick my lips, wondering what the outcome will be if I say the words I so desperatelywant to.
Fuck it.
“Good boy,” I breathe, and he freezes.
Andgroans.
Then…he cums. Hot ropes of white spurt from his cock and onto the shirt I’m wearing. I continue to stroke him until his hips stop moving, and then he lets out a sigh as his head falls back.
“Huh.” I smirk as I look down at the shirt, now a sticky mess. “I stand corrected. Bad boy.”
Ethan lets out a playful growl as he grabs me and presses a fierce kiss to my lips. “Brat,” he murmurs before kissing me again. I smile, loving the way he says the word before he strips my shirt off, and then his. “We’ll both have to change. Hold on.”
He leaves the bathroom, and when he comes back wearing a new shirt and holding one of his for me, I take it gratefully, loving the way it smells like him.
We go back to bed, Ethan’s arms wrapped tight around me. When Brennan’s hand finds my waist, even in his sleep, something inside me finally settles.
Chapter 25
Teddy
“What do you think of this?” Dove looks up at me, tilting her phone in my direction.
I use my finger to scroll up, looking at the house listing she's found. Five bedrooms, a pool…but it’s not near any schools. I frown. Schools? Where did that thought come from? I don’t care aboutschools.
Instead of answering, I press a kiss to her head. “I thought you were gonna look at ‘ouses wiff Ethan?”
She smiles, snuggling closer into my side. I really love being able to just sit on the couch with her like this, with some cheesy show called “Extreme Nest Makeover” playing in the background. “I am. He just ran upstairs to grab his laptop. I thought I’d get a head start though. Having a phone is so handy.”
“That it is,” I agree, breathing her in. Apple and allspice swirls in the air, reminding me of my favorite winter drink—
“You ready, Little Bird?” Ethan nearly prances into the room, the smug bastard. Not only did I have to retreat to my room to rub one out after he followed her to the bathroom last night, but then he didn’t fucking wash up after, and I had to scent her delectable slick all over his face.
I have no doubt he did it on purpose—payback for when Dove and I kept everyone up all night.
Her expression lights up. “I am!” She looks up at me again. “Do you want to look with us, Teddy?”
