Page 143 of Made for Mayhem

“Shhh.” She rose on her toes and kissed the corner of my mouth. “I’ve got you.”

She stroked me with the same unhurried rhythm she’d used everywhere else. Long, slick pulls from base to tip, thumb circling the head on every upstroke until my hips rocked forward on instinct. My hands found her waist, gripping hard enough that I was afraid I’d leave marks, but she only leaned into it, encouraging.

When it all felt too good, I slid my hand between her thighs and found her pussy already swollen, slick beyond what the shower could claim. Two fingers slid inside her easily; she gasped against my jaw, hips rocking forward to meet me, clit throbbing against my palm when I pressed it there.

We moved like that—hands and mouths and ragged breathing—until the tension coiled too tight. She came first, quiet but fierce, inner walls fluttering around my fingers as she trembled against me, biting her lip to muffle the sound. I groaned at the feel of her pulsing, at the way her hand tightened on my cock in rhythm with her orgasm.

But she didn’t let me finish like that.

She pulled my hand free, kissed me hard, then turned so her back was against my chest. With one palm on the tile, she arched just enough and reached back to guide me.

“Inside me,” she breathed. “Please, Ty. I want to feel you come inside me.”

And fuck, that sounded good.

I notched myself at her entrance, pushing in slow until I was buried to the hilt. She moaned, head dropping forward, water streaming down her back. Fuck, she was perfect.

I wrapped one arm around her waist, the other hand finding her clit again, rubbing firm circles while I moved with deep thrusts that had us both gasping. The angle let me hit that spot inside her that made her whimper my name. Her hips rolled back to meet every stroke, chasing it, taking what she needed while giving me everything.

“Say it again,” I rasped against her ear.

“I love you,” she panted, pushing back harder. “Forever, if you’ll have me.”

The words snapped something in me. I drove in deeper, faster, fingers working her clit in tight, relentless circles. She came again—harder this time—her pussy clenching around my cock like a fist. I followed right after, burying myself as deep as I could and spilling inside her with a broken groan, pulse after pulse until I was shaking, empty, and hers.

For a long minute we just stood there under the spray, hearts hammering in tandem, my arms wrapped around her like I’d never let go.

She was the first to speak, voice wrecked and tender. “I meant it, you know.”

I kissed the wet curve of her shoulder.

“I’m not just staying for Junie.” Her eyes found mine when she turned in my arms. “I’m staying for you. For us. This—whatever messy, beautiful forever looks like—I want it. All of it.”

My throat closed so hard that it hurt. I kissed her instead of trying to answer with words, slow and deep and certain.

By the time the water cooled, we stepped out, warm and sated and calmer than before. I pulled on clean boxers and shorts, waiting for Daisy to finish wringing out her hair.

But with each passing minute, my heartbeat raced again, the panic returning as I imagined Junie’s bed empty once more.

I padded down the hall and pushed open her door, only to find her right where I’d left her. Sound asleep. Rowdy curled at her feet like a sentry.

My chest loosened and tightened all at once. I rubbed at it as if I could smooth the fear out by force.

Daisy’s lips touched my shoulder, warm and certain, then she brushed past me and slipped into Junie’s room wearing my oversized hoodie.

Without hesitation, she climbed into the bed beside her.

Junie stirred at the shift in the mattress, then turned into her aunt’s chest, tucking her face beneath Daisy’s chin with a sleepy sigh. Daisy pressed a kiss to her hair, brushing it back from her forehead before lifting her gaze to me.

“Get in the bed, Ty. Squeeze in here. Let’s hold our girl.”

The stars spun across the ceiling above me, soft bursts of color from her little nightlight. I stared at them for a second, grounding myself in the ordinary magic of it. Then I crossed the room and climbed in on Junie’s other side.

I slid an arm over Junie’s back, my hand finding Daisy’s at the same time she reached for me. She laced our fingers together across Junie’s small body, sealing us around her.

“Sleep, Ty,” she murmured, eyes already closing. “We’re all here.”

Junie’s breathing evened out between us.