Deep breath.I rounded the corner to the living room and froze in the doorway, a grin tugging at my lips.
Evie was sprawled out on the rug in the center of the room, sunlight pouring in from the windows. Lucky was sitting on top of her making biscuits on her stomach, and she kept giggling. Matthew was sitting cross-legged next to her, and Austin stooped over, attempting to slowly reach out and pet Lucky.
My shoulder bumped against the frame and I crossed my arms, watching as he slid his hand over Lucky’s head. Lucky leaned into him, arching his back, purring. Content.
Tears blurred my vision. I turned and darted to the kitchen for drinks.
All I could think about was how I was being too sappy as I poured a couple glasses of water and grabbed a can of sparkling water. They were here to have sex. Kinky, naughty sex. Not watch me come apart just because I’d never had someone who cared about me in my home?—
“Hey.”
I jumped and spun. Matthew was right there, then his hands were on my hips, tugging me to him.
“Hi,” I exhaled.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing.” I swallowed hard. “It’s just that everything is right.”
His deep-brown eyes softened and he leaned up, kissing me until I melted against him. It was like a Band-Aid over a cut, except it actually healed me. I was breathless by the time he drew back, my heart pounding in my chest.
“You’re such a softie,” he whispered.
“I am not.”
“You are. Completely. It’s very cute. Adorable, even.”
I leaned into him, my face pressing against the curve of his neck. But this time, I bit him. He started laughing as I bit him harder, until his grip on me tightened and he spun me around, pushing me hard against the counter. I gasped as he bent me over the smooth top.
“Nick, I swear,” he growled.
“Yes, Daddy?”
He leaned over me. “You can’t keep using sex to run from intimacy.”
I absolutely fucking could. I pushed my ass back, grinding against the bulge starting to harden in his pants. “Remember when you didn’t even know how to handle me and Evie together? What happened to that shy guy?”
“That shy guy learns fast, and that shy guy discovered you’re a brat.”
“Yeah, sure. What are you going to do about it?”
A presence stepped into the kitchen, and when I looked up, it was Austin. His eyes widened. “Jesus, are we starting already?”
“Nick is being a brat, that’s all,” Matthew sighed. He pulled me back up and kissed my cheek in a chaste way that promised he was absolutely going to fuck me senseless in just a little bit. “Take this water to Evie and drink it. Austin said he made her squirt, and I want her hydrated so we can try again.”
Well, fuck. My cock was hard too now. I shot him a look and grabbed her glass, adjusted myself, and went to the living room where she was currently trying to coax Lucky out from under the sofa.
Which meant her ass was facing me. The skirt of her dress was hiked up the back of her thighs, and she’d worn sheer tights with black lines down the back of her legs.
I set the water down on a small side table and knelt on the floor between her ankles. She squealed as I covered her with my body, pinning her beneath me.
“Nick,” she laughed.
“You know,” I said in her ear. “I really fucking love the tights you’re wearing.”
“Really?” She rocked her hips and a hot, heavy need rushed through me. “That’s good, but I was hoping you’d want to cut them off.”
Fuck.
