Page 67 of Unraveled

The build was starting. As if he knew it, too, he reached around with his talented fingers and zeroed in on my throbbing clit. It took almost nothing to set me off, but he wasn’t done. Instead, he channeled his efforts into rolling his hips and alternating with deep thrusts. My pussy contracted around him, surprisingly building to another climax.

“I’m close again,” I panted.

“Me too. Come with me, gorgeous.”

Ensuring I would, his thumb pressed on my back hole, slipping inside and causing me to cry out with the intensity of the climax crashing over me.

“Holy crap,” I mumbled, feeling his kiss on my back before he pulled out and got off the bed.

I couldn’t move. I was boneless in such a glorious way. I could vaguely hear him in the bathroom with the sound of running water. Then there was weight on the bed with his return.

“Hey, baby, you okay?”

“Mm-hm. Better than okay. The move at the end was unexpected.” Not that I minded one bit.

His hand trailed over my back and up to my shoulders. “Preview for the kinky times ahead.”

I giggled. “It was a nice preview.”

“Come here and snuggle with me.”

He helped me move so I was on my side looking at him. Once I was settled, he took my face between his hands. His expression was intense and deep. So intimate. I wondered what he was thinking. But he didn’t share what was in his head. Instead, he captured my lips in a hungry kiss.

I’d missed this. But my eyes were heavy now. Sex had completely sedated me.

“Sleep, gorgeous.”

I was already halfway there.

It wasn’t until the next morning, after a round of leisurely sex and a subsequent nap, that we headed downstairs to the lobby for breakfast. I brought up the subject of his cousin. “I take it you’re still not on speaking terms with Brandon?”

He stuffed a bite of waffle in his mouth and sighed. “You’d take it correctly. I haven’t seen or spoken with him in years.”

His jaw was doing that weird thing, indicating that he was holding on to whatever anger he had. It made sense Brandon would attend his sister’s wedding. And it made sense for the family to be on edge about Kellan and Brandon being in the same room for the first time in years. “Will it be a problem at the wedding? Because I have to tell you I definitely don’t have the shoes for breaking up a fight.”

Tension left his face at my joke. “Of course not. Not only would I be afraid of facing your wrath, but having to deal with my mother and sister afterward would be no joke, either. And that would follow the bride getting a hold of me. Besides, I have nothing to say to him. Sorry I didn’t mention he’d be here before. I must’ve put it out of my mind.”

I doubted that. “It’s fine. Just tell me if you start getting annoyed, so I can drag you to a coat closet or something.”

His brows shot way up. “What if I say he’s annoying me now?”

“Then we’d go back up to the room. You know, the same type your parents have their little anniversary games in.”

He covered his ears like a little kid. “That was mean. And I’ll be sure to inappropriately return the favor.”

My laughter came easily. “I think it’s nice to see your parents keep things fresh.”

He was shaking his head, back to eating. “I applaud their efforts as long as I don’t have to hear about it. Now, how about we get back to talking coat closets at the reception? I’m a big fan of that subject.”

In the afternoon, I got ready for the wedding in the hotel bathroom. As I dressed and finished my makeup, I felt sexy and beautiful. Looking in the mirror, I didn’t see a woman with cancer. Instead, I saw a woman with hope in her expression, someone excited about getting a reaction from her man.

Kellan didn’t disappoint. One moment he was arranging his tie in the dresser mirror, the next he glanced over and did a double take. The epic kind you see in movies. His jaw hung open, and his eyes bulged. “You’re fucking stunning.”

My hands smoothed down my dress. I’d lost a few pounds over the last couple of months, but most of my curves remained. Of course, my chest was enhanced with a padded bra, but six months from now, I hoped to have the next best thing with implants. “Thank you. It feels good to dress up.”

He reached out for my hand and pulled me into his embrace. His words came in my ear. “You sure we can’t find a coat closet now?”

My giggle came easily. “Mm. Tempting, but how about you simply anticipate getting me back to the room later?”