: Chapter 21

Hands gripping the bathroom counter, I stare into the mirror and take a few deep breaths.

I love her.

I’m in love with her.

I want nothing but her.

That fucking kiss nearly knocked my socks off.

I’ve never experienced anything like it. Like the moment our lips met, an electrical charge shot through me, rebooting me to be a different man.

I feel the need to always have her at my side.

I feel the need to compulsively touch her.

I feel the need to strip her down and make love to her.

I want her to know that I’m hers, forever. That I don’t want anyone else but her.

But I also need to take this one stride at a time.

I don’t want to scare her away.

One goddamn step at a time, man.

I push off the counter and grab my toothbrush and line it with toothpaste.

After the fireworks, we walked back to the car hand in hand. On the drive home, I rested my hand on her thigh, and she placed her hand on top of mine. We talked about a new board game coming out that we wanted to play while reminiscing about the time we went to Disney when we were in college. It was a total disaster since we went during a peak time and were able to ride three rides total. Brutal.

When we got back home, I walked her to her apartment and lightly kissed her goodnight, reveling in the way her lips felt on mine and how I desperately wanted to invite her back to my place. But I said my goodnight and came back here to take a shower.

Hair still damp, with a towel wrapped around my waist, I brush my teeth just as I hear my front door shut.

“Lia?” I call out, my mouth foamy.

“Yeah, it’s me,” she says as I hear her approach.

I finish up brushing quickly, rinse my mouth, and head out to my bedroom where I find her standing in the middle of the room, wearing a silk robe, her hair damp as well.

“Everything okay?” I ask.

Her eyes fall to my chest and then to my towel before climbing back up to my eyes. She shakes her head just as she undoes her robe and lets it fall to the ground, revealing her purple lingerie set. A silky-looking tank top with matching lace underwear.

“I don’t want to be alone, Breaker.” She walks up to me and lightly brings her hands to my abs, where she travels them down to my towel. “I don’t want to sleep alone, and I don’t want our night to end with a goodnight kiss at my door.”

“No?” I ask as a light sweat breaks out over my skin.

She shakes her head and undoes my towel, causing it to fall to the floor. “You kissed me tonight, which means I want all of you. Nothing else holding us back. I want everything.”

My cock grows between us as I reach up to her cheek and cup it. “You know I want the same thing, right? I just want to make sure you’re ready.”

She grips my hand and tugs me toward the bed. “I’m more than ready.” When the backs of her legs hit the edge, I don’t push her over. I drag her tank up and over her head, then drop it.

I slide my hands up her sides, cup her face, and then bring her lips to mine, where I kiss her all over again. This time, I’m not worried about our surroundings and allow myself to get lost in the moment. In her.

Her hands grip my wrists, holding her in place as our mouths part together and our tongues collide. It’s the sweetest, most delicious feeling, having her cling to me like this, feeling how much she wants me, just like I want her.

Her kisses are intense, gratifying, and ethereal at times. Like I’m holding the most precious thing in the world between my hands.

And I believe that because she is.

She’s so fucking precious, and I will never do anything to fuck this up. Never. I know how long it took to get here with her, and I will be damned if I fuck it up.

I tip her back on the bed and reach for her thong, dragging it down her legs and tossing it to the side. We both climb to the head of the bed, and when she spreads her legs, I settle on top of her, my body fitting perfectly between her thighs. I lightly stroke her wet hair as I stare down at her.

Our eyes connect, and for a moment, I feel the words at the tip of my tongue.

I love you, Ophelia.

I want to say them. I want to shout them. I want her to know exactly how happy she makes me, how I feel like my cup is always full when I’m with her. Nothing could ever hurt me because I have her in my arms.

But I swallow my feelings and bring my lips to hers where we make out, her hand driving through my hair, mine, slowly working down to her chest where I lightly cup her breast.

Nothing is rough about my touch, nothing feral about it either. Because I don’t feel the need to drive into her. I want to cherish this moment.

My mouth falls from her lips and trails along her jaw and down her neck. She clutches on to me as I reach her breast. I lick around her nipple, circling it a few times before lightly pulling it into my mouth.

“Yessss,” she says as she plays with my hair, something I’ve grown fond of.

I move to her other breast and play with her nipple before I lick down her stomach and between her legs, where she spreads them for me. The act of her making room for me sends a bolt of lust through my chest because she trusts me.

And I want to keep that trust.

I press my tongue along her slit and drag it up, slowly.

“God, Breaker,” she breathes out. “I love your mouth.”

I swipe again.

And again, each time, diving deeper and deeper until I’m pressing against her clit.

I want to bring her to the edge, to the point that she’s going to come and then pull away, so I continue to lap against her, loving the way her legs squeeze against my shoulders and how her nails dig into my hair and the way her chest rises and falls, twists, and turns with every stroke of my tongue. She’s so responsive, very much a partner in our pleasure, and I love that about her. I don’t have to guess what she likes because she lets me know.

Her legs tremble against my shoulders as they grow tighter and tighter.

“Yes . . . almost there,” she says just as I pull away. “What?” she asks, the confused look on her face so cute that I want to kiss it right off.

“I want you to come on my cock.” Her expression softens as she stretches her arms above her head. “Do you want that, Lia?”

She nods. “Yes, but hurry.”

I smirk and reach over to my nightstand, where I pull out a condom and open the package. I glance over at her and catch her intense stare as I roll the condom over my aching cock and make sure it’s rolled all the way down.

“Do you want me on top, or do you want to be on top?” I ask her.

“I . . . I don’t know,” she answers. “Maybe you on top.”

I move back between her legs, and instead of slipping inside her right away, I lower my mouth to hers and kiss her again, parting her lips with my tongue.

She relaxes beneath me, so I spend time on working her mouth while I play with her breast, loving the way it feels in my palm, so soft, like velvet.

And when I think that she’s truly relaxed, I line up my cock against her wet, ready entrance. From the mere feel of my dick near her, she tenses again.

“You need to relax, Lia.”

“I know,” she breathes. “I’m just nervous.”

“Nothing to be nervous about.” I kiss along her jaw, down her neck, and then back up. With my cock at her entrance, I carefully press into her, only an inch, and let her adjust.

“Oh God,” she gasps. “Breaker, you’re too big.”

“I’m not, Lia. I’m perfect for you.” I nibble at her ear and play with her nipple before moving my mouth back to hers. It takes her a second, but she kisses me back with the same passion. And I let her get lost in my mouth as I slowly move inside her again. She’s so fucking tight that I break out in a sweat, my mind swirling with how incredible this is going to feel.

So fucking amazing.

“You okay?” I ask her while I kiss her jaw.

“Yes,” she breathes, so I move another inch. “Jesus,” she whispers.

“You sure you’re good?”

“Yes. I just . . . I’ve never felt like this before.”

“Do you want me to keep going?”

“God, yes,” she says as she finds my mouth again and relaxes some more, making it easier for me to slip in. After a few more minutes, with her relaxing into my mouth, I’m able to almost insert myself fully.

Her chest rises against mine, and she tears her mouth away, taking a deep breath. I steal the moment to bring her breast up to my mouth, where I suck on her nipple.

“You’re so good, Breaker.”

Her words encourage me, so as I bite down on her nipple, I thrust my hips that very last inch, bottoming out as she clenches around me.

“Fucking . . . hell,” I groan as I drop my head to her shoulder.

She holds me tightly, her breathing labored. “So full, Breaker.”

I lift my head and find tears in her eyes. My hand quickly falls to her cheek as I ask, “Shit, are you okay?”

“Perfect,” she says as she pulls on the back of my head and brings me close to her mouth.

This time, I kiss her deeply. I stretch my tongue farther into her mouth, and she matches the depth. Our colliding mouths send a rippling sensation up the backs of my legs that forces me to move my hips.

“I’m . . . I’m sorry,” I say against her mouth. “I need release.”

“Me too,” she says as she shifts her pelvis.

“Fuck, Ophelia, don’t move.” I pin my hand against her hip. “You’ll make me come.”

She smirks and then moves her pelvis again.

My eyes fall to hers. “I’m fucking serious. You’re so tight. I’m like seconds from coming.”

“Then come,” she says as her legs wrap around mine, bringing me even deeper.

“Shit,” I mutter as I prop my hand against the mattress and start sliding in and out of her, making sure to drive down and in at the same time so she receives the same amount of pleasure as I do. From the breathless gasp that falls past her lips, I’m guessing I got her in the right spot.

So I do it again.

And again.

And again.

She clings to me.

Claws at my chest.

Heaves from side to side, but I keep pace, driving her closer and closer to what we both need.

“Yes, Breaker. Yes, please don’t stop.”

Her fingers dig into my skin, her chest arches, and her pussy tightens around my cock right before she lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard, the sound vibrating against my heart as she comes.

“Fuck, Ophelia,” I grunt as I pump a few more times. I want this euphoric feeling to last forever, I want to forever be in this state of bliss, but as she continues to clench around me, I know it’s impossible as my cock swells and my orgasm rips up my back and down my legs. “Uhhhh fuck . . . me,” I shout as I come, my hips stilling and the most heavenly feeling floating through me.

“Oh my God,” Lia whispers as we both float down from bliss. Her hand falls to my hair as I press light kisses along her collarbone before lifting up to look her in the eyes.

I don’t know what to do. I just . . . smile because there’s nothing I can say other than . . .

I love you.

I want you forever.

I never want this moment to end.

She lightly caresses my cheek. “You are pretty stupid.”

My brows narrow. “What?” Not something you expect to hear after the most mind-blowing orgasm of your life.

She chuckles. “You know, for not making a move a lot sooner.”

“Oh.” I laugh as well. “Trust me, I’ll live with that regret for the rest of my life. I’m just grateful I have you now.” I press another light kiss across her lips, and she wraps her arms around me, holding me tight.

“ARE YOU NERVOUS?” I ask Lia as we step up to Huxley and Lottie’s front door.

“No, why should I be?”

I shake my head. “No, if anyone should be nervous, it’s me. Once my brothers see us holding hands, they’re never going to let me live it down that they told me long ago we belonged together. But the ribbing will be worth it.”

“I think it’s necessary. After this morning . . . very, very necessary. You prevented us from partaking in so much . . . joy.”

“Is that what you’re calling it? Joy?”

“Yes.” She smiles cutely.

Well, I guess I’d call shower sex with Lia joy too. And sex on the kitchen floor. The only reason we’re here, dressed, is because Huxley required my presence at brunch. Said he had news about the company. I asked him if it was okay if Lia joined, and he said it wasn’t a problem. Otherwise, I’d be in my bed with Lia, naked, just reveling in her body and her sweet lips.

I ring the doorbell and lean down and press a kiss to her neck. “Did I tell you how beautiful you look in that dress?” I ask.

“Only five times,” she answers.

“Just want to make sure.” She chose a light yellow maxi dress with little to no back and cuts deep in the front. According to her, it’s a sundress, but I can’t be too sure about that, especially with the way I can see her hard nipples.

“Oh, and just so you know . . .” She stands on her toes and whispers, “I’m not wearing underwear.”

“Lia,” I groan just as the door opens.

Reign, their private chef, greets us with a warm smile. “Hey, Breaker. Everyone is in the back.”

“Awesome. Thanks.” I pause and clap him on the shoulder. “Please tell me JP isn’t making Bloody Marys.”

“Sorry, dude, I tried to offer up something else, but he was positive everyone enjoyed them.”

“We don’t. We really don’t.”

He chuckles, and with Lia’s hand in mine, I walk her to the back of the house, where I spot JP, Huxley, Ryot, Lottie, Kelsey, and Myla all standing around talking.

When we appear at the wide-open sliding door, everyone’s eyes fall on us and then on our connected hands.

“I fucking told you,” JP says to Huxley, who rolls his eyes.

Lottie and Kelsey clap their hands while Ryot places a kiss on Myla’s head.

“Tell us, tell us it’s true. You’re officially a couple,” Lottie says.

I glance down at Lia and then back at our family and friends. I raise our hands and say, “It’s official.”

The girls screech while the guys dish out their “I told you so’s.”

After some hugs and handshakes, the girls usher Lia away while the guys are left to make plates for them.

“So . . .” JP says. “I’m assuming you’re a very happy man at the moment.”

I put an egg taco together for Lia and nod. “Don’t think I’ve ever been happier.”

“Funny how that is, you know, you could have been happy years ago, but—”

“Dude, I don’t need to hear it, trust me. I’ve been punishing myself enough.”

“He’s right, though,” Huxley says while making a plate for Lottie.

“Well aware. I didn’t come here to listen to you drone on about how you were right all these years. I came here to celebrate the fact that I finally feel . . . complete.”

“Jesus, dude,” JP says. “I didn’t think you would get all emotional on us.”

“I’m not crying, but hell, I’m really happy. I feel like everything is in place.” I glance back at the girls, who are huddled, and then I pause before scooping up fruit and say, “We kissed for the first time last night and then had the most intimate sex of my life. After that, I was a goner. I’m done. I know I need nothing else in my life but her.”

“Did you tell her that?” Huxley says.

“Fuck no. Not sure she’s ready to hear all of that just yet, but it’s been hard to keep it to myself, that’s for sure. I just want to tell her how much I love her. I mean . . . fuck, I’d propose today if I knew she’d be open to it.”

“Well, I’m glad you’re practicing self-control,” JP says. “That’s progress.”

We finish filling the plates for our girls, and then, with a mimosa in hand, we take them their food.

“Thank you,” Lia says. I slip the mimosa glass into her hand and then lean down and grip her chin. I place a soft kiss across her lips only for Kelsey, Myla, and Lottie to all make cooing noises next to us. Lia smiles against my lips and then pulls away.

“You ladies have fun talking,” I say.

“Oh, we will,” Lottie says while wiggling her eyebrows. Yup, the conversation is probably going to revolve around Lia and me.

I walk back over to the buffet, pick up a pink plate and blue napkin, and then fill up on tacos and a mimosa, skipping JP’s Bloody Marys altogether. I will not be subjecting myself to that today.

Just as I take a seat, Banner and Penn walk onto the back patio.

Penn is a former pitcher for the Chicago Bobbies. He’s been through hell and back to better his life. Being out here in California and working with Ryot and Banner, he’s truly been able to find solace and peace.

“Banner Bisley,” Lottie shouts from where the girls are sitting. “Where is my cousin?”

And yeah, he’s been supposedly trying to date Lottie and Kelsey’s cousin, Kenzie, but all I know about that situation is that things aren’t going the way he wants them to.

Banner pauses and sighs heavily. “I knew I shouldn’t have come.”

“Looks like you need a Bloody Mary,” JP says, standing from his chair. “I’ll get you one.”

“Thanks,” Banner says, walking over with JP. I feel like I should warn him, but I also don’t want to hear it from JP either.

“Grab some food, man,” Huxley says to Penn. “Help yourself.”

“Thanks,” Penn says, looking almost shy as he picks up a plate.

Huxley glances at me, and while we’re to ourselves, he says, “I’m really happy for you, Breaker. All teasing aside, I think she’s perfect for you.”

“Thank you.” I glance over at her again. “I’m getting sort of itchy about making the next move, you know?”

“Why?” Huxley asks. “Just enjoy the moment.”

“I keep telling myself that, but I don’t know. We got together the day she broke up with Brian, and she hasn’t really had time to mourn that relationship. I guess I’m just worried about what might happen if one day she wakes up and realizes that she made a mistake.”

“Not going to happen,” Huxley says. “You two are meant to be together. She knows that. Stop worrying and just have fun, man.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I say just as Penn sits down.

“I thought we weren’t ever allowed to tell Huxley he’s right. Something about an ego inflating?”

“And who told you that?” Huxley turns on Ryot, who has a taco halfway to his mouth.

“Not me. Talk to your brother.”

I hold up my hands. “That would be the other brother. I’d never say something like that and get uninvited from Sunday brunch, which by the way, what’s with the pink-and-blue balloons and décor?” I ask. “Trying to spice up Sunday brunch?”

“What?” Kelsey says, interrupting all of us and standing from where the girls are huddled. Her eyes connect with Huxley and then back at Lottie.

“Uh, everything okay, babe?” JP asks.

“No,” Kelsey says. “Everything is not okay.” And then she dissolves into tears, causing JP to drop all Bloody Mary ingredients and rush to her side.

“Kelsey, what’s going on?”

Huxley stands from the table as well, and because I don’t know what’s happening, I stand too. Lia looks back at me, confused. I’m perplexed as well, and then Lottie starts crying.

Uhh . . .

Huxley pulls her into a hug immediately, coddling into his chest. I just stand there, unsure of what to do.

After a few seconds, I ask, “Is there something I can do? Someone I can call?”

Lottie lifts away from Huxley, and they both exchange a glance before turning toward us and saying, “Welcome to our gender reveal party.”

“Gender . . . as in . . . as in you’re having a baby?” I ask, shocked.

“We are,” Lottie says as she presses her hand to her stomach. “And Kelsey is mad because I didn’t tell her until now.”

“That’s not why I’m mad,” Kelsey says while wiping her eyes. “I’m not mad at all.”

JP kisses Kelsey’s hand and then says, “She’s happy because we’re pregnant too.”

Uh, say what?

Lottie lets out a deathly scream before they both run into each other’s arms and cry together, their husbands just staring at them.

I walk up to each of my brothers and offer them a hug. “Well, that would explain the blue-and-pink décor,” I say when I release Huxley.

“It was Lottie’s idea,” he says and then pulls JP into a hug. “Fuck, congrats, man.”

“Congrats to you,” he says while they pull away.

“Jesus, I can’t believe you two are going to be dads. I don’t know if I should be happy or worried.”

“Maybe a bit of both,” JP says. “Because I’m scared shitless.”

Huxley scratches the side of his face and whispers, “So am I.”

I laugh out loud and clap them both on the back. “Listen, if I know one thing for sure, it’s that you two were amazing big brothers, so I know you’re going to be amazing dads too.”

“Shit, that’s touching,” Ryot says and then pushes Banner. “How come you never say that kind of crap to me?”

Banner, who’s holding a Bloody Mary, says, “If you were a good big brother, then I would . . .”

“Ouch.” Penn chuckles. “That’s got to hurt.”

“Not a good big brother?” Ryot asks. “Who helped you get out of your . . . predicament—”

“Secret predicament,” Banner says through clenched teeth.

“Well . . .” Ryot asks.

Banner rolls his eyes. “Fine, you’re a good big brother. Best in all the land.”

Ryot brings his hand to his chest. “That’s so touching, thank you.”

“Wow, you can really feel the love,” Penn says, causing us all to chuckle.

After another round of congratulations and tons of hugs, Huxley and Lottie stand by the pool, ready to tell us the sex of the baby. It took Kelsey a second not to be mad at her sister for not telling her sooner, but I think the whole thing was diabolical, and I liked it. Baby reveal AND gender reveal. Now that’s the way to do it.

“Are you ready for the grand reveal?” Lottie asks.

Arm around Lia, I hold her close as we all say yes.

“Huxley, you do the honors.” Lottie holds her phone out, and I have no idea what’s happening, but Huxley presses a button on the phone, and the pool lights up in all different colors. Instrumental music plays in the background, making a grand show of it, and then the lights start blinking. Lottie clutches Huxley tightly.

They flash blue.

Then pink.

Then blue.

Then pink and pink . . . and pink again just as the music crescendos and everything stops.

“It’s a girl!” Lottie shouts and throws her arms around Huxley. He holds her tightly, kissing the top of her head, and . . . Jesus Christ . . . is that a tear in his eye?

No, it can’t be.

Is it?

And then, lo and behold, he reaches up and rubs his eye.

Oh my God, Huxley Cane is crying.

“Is that what I think it is?” Lia says quietly.

“If you think Huxley is crying, then you’re right.”

“Wow, never thought I’d see the day.”

“I don’t think anyone did.”

But hell, look at him. Look at Lottie and their excitement. It’s palpable. I can only hope that one day Lia and I will be in the same position. It would be the best future possible.

“DO you think we got to take home croissants because we’re an item now?” Lia asks as I brush her hair out of her face while we lie in bed.

Once we got home from the brunch, which lasted another three hours after the baby reveal, we went straight to my apartment, where I slowly peeled off Lia’s clothes and made love to her. That’s how I see it—making love—because that’s how I fucking feel about her.

“That’s a great observation because Penn and Banner didn’t get to take any home.”

“Oh my God, do you really think it’s a couples’ thing? Are we in some sort of unofficial croissant club now?”

“From Scrabble club to croissant club, look how far we’ve come.”

She chuckles. “Today was kind of crazy, all the announcements, all the questions.”

Lying on my side so I can look at her beautiful face, I smooth my hand over her hip as I ask, “Did they ask about me?”

“Oh yeah. A lot.”

“What kind of questions?”

“The basics. If we kissed, because they knew I was waiting for that, and I told them we kissed under the fireworks at Disneyland. They, of course, all thought you are the better Cane brother.”

“Really?” I ask, a smile on my face.

“Yeah, but then I told them how you’re just okay in bed, and they changed their minds.”

I tickle her side, causing her to laugh as I say, “You did not say that.”

“No, I didn’t. I told them the truth, that you have the biggest dick I’ve ever seen and that it’s almost too big, which makes sex not fun.”

“Fucking liar.” I tickle her again.

“Fine, fine. I told them easily the best sex I’ve ever had.” Pleased, I lean down and press a light kiss to her lips.

“Better.”

“What about me?” she asks as she strokes a strand of my hair. “Would you say that about me?”

“Seriously?” I ask. “Do you really need to ask that?”

She shrugs. “Maybe.”

“Lia,” I say softly as I cup her cheek. “Before you, sex was just a means to an end. There was nothing to it other than release, but with you, it’s completely changed everything about me. The connection we have is so powerful that I feel like I’m in another world when I’m with you. Sex with you is unmatched.”

She smiles. “Wow, you sure know how to make a girl feel good about herself.”

“It’s true, though. Everything is different with you. It’s as if I can see better, hear better, taste better. You’ve brought vivid color into my life, Lia. You’re the one pumping the oxygen through my veins.”

“You mean that?”

“Yes,” I answer.

Her eyes soften as she loops her hand to the back of my head and brings me down to her lips where she kisses me deeply, intimately, with every inch of her body. As our breath becomes ragged, she pushes me to my back and then kisses down my neck to my chest, and then down to my stomach.

She pushes the sheets down with her and exposes my erection, which she takes in her hand and starts pumping as she moves her mouth lower and lower.

“Lia,” I whisper, desperately wanting her to know how she makes me feel.

She doesn’t say anything. Instead, she kneels in front of me and then takes me in her mouth, where she sucks hard on the head of my dick.

A loud hiss escapes my lips as I spread my legs and make room for her. I thread my fingers through her hair as she works her mouth over my cock, swirling her tongue, bringing me to the back of her throat, and stroking her hand up and down my length until my legs quiver.

“Lia, I’m close,” I say. “I want you on top of me.”

She glances up at me, and I can see her wavering on what to do.

“Please,” I say. “I love your mouth, but I want your pussy right now.”

She smirks and then flicks her tongue on my cock a few more times before pulling away and straddling my lap.

“You ready?” I ask her.

The confident vixen takes my hand and brings it between her legs, where I feel just how aroused she is.

“Jesus, Lia,” I say right before she positions my cock at her entrance and then lowers down in one smooth motion, wrapping me up in so much warmth that I nearly come right then and there. “Fuck,” I shout as I clench down on my molars. “Lia, slow. I’ll come too fast if you keep that up.”

She smirks. She lifts up so I’m almost all the way out of her, and she slams down again, causing my balls to tighten. She’s so fucking tight, so warm, so slick, it’s killing me.

“Lia, seriously.”

She does it again.

And again.

And I realize I have no control over the situation. She wants this moment, and I’m going to give it to her, so I drape my hand over my eyes and let her take control.

She slams down a few more times, causing my breath to be so erratic that I start to lose oxygen to my limbs. They become numb, tingly, and my need for this woman turns frantic.

“Fuck, I’m so close.”

She lifts all the way off me until my cock rests against my stomach now.

“What the fuck?” I ask as she leans down and moves her tongue just on the underside, right against the head. “Fuck, Lia . . . Jesus, no, stop. I don’t want to come on my stomach.” I grind my teeth, my will slipping. “Fuck, please, I want to come inside you.”

“Are you sure?” she says, her voice seductive. She loves every second of this.

“Yes. Give me your cunt. Now.”

She reaches over to my nightstand, pulls out a condom, and then slips it on over my aching length. She flips around so her back faces me, then places me at her entrance again and lets me slide in. It feels so fucking good that I don’t think anything will ever top this.

Ever.

“Spank me,” she says as she slowly, and I mean fucking slowly, pulses up and down on me.

Knowing what she wants, I whack her in the ass, the sound ricocheting through the room.

“Yesss,” she groans as her pussy contracts around my cock.

Fuck, she’s close too.

So I spank her again, this time, on the other cheek. Then another. The whole time, she’s pulsing over me, driving us both closer and closer to our climax.

I hit her again, this one harder, and she groans loud enough that I’m sure our neighbors can hear us. “It feels so good,” she says as I lift and pull her so she’s lying flat against my chest.

“Spread your legs more,” I whisper into her ear.

And with our new position, her lying on top of me and my hands wrapped around her, my pelvis doing the work, I take her nipples between my fingers and drive hard into her.

“Oh my God, Breaker,” she cries out. “That’s . . . oh shit . . . I’m going—” She doesn’t finish as she moans loudly, her pussy clenching around me, her orgasm rocking through her. It’s the sexiest thing ever, getting to feel the waves of pleasure rippling through her. It’s so sexy that after two more pumps, I stiffen under her. I bite down on her shoulder as I come as well. Everything around me goes black as my body floats through bliss. This is only accomplished when I’m with Lia.

When it’s just her and me.

After a few seconds of catching our breaths, she rolls off me and then lies flat on the bed, where she breathes heavily.

“That was . . . new,” she says as she gasps.

I chuckle. “Did it feel good?”

She turns toward me and rests her hand on my chest as she nods. “Yeah, it was a completely different orgasm for me. Like I felt it internally.” She smiles. “I want to do that again.”

I chuckle. “Okay, just give me a second. Got to, you know . . . recharge.”

She smiles and then leans on my chest and moves her hand across my hair before pressing a gentle kiss to my lips. “I still can’t believe I get to kiss you. It still feels so unreal.”

“It’s very much real,” I say, returning the kiss. “Everything about you and me is real. The best kind of real.”

Her fingers dance along my chest. “You’re not going to get sick of me, are you?”

“You kidding me with that? If I haven’t gotten sick of you over this last decade, I’m certain I won’t get sick of you now.”

“But relationship me is different.”

“How so?” I ask. “You seem the same.”

“I’m very clingy.”

“When it’s you, I love clingy.”

She chuckles. “I’m also apparently very horny.”

“Once again, when it’s you, horny is amazing.”

“And demanding, I’m going to need to hold your hand on all outings.”

“I think I’ll manage.”

“And I’ll require at least one date night a week.”

“Am I only allowed one, or can I have more?”

She smirks. “You can have as many as you want.”

“Good.” I move my hand around to the back of her head and stare at her beautiful eyes.

Fuck . . . I love you, Lia.

I want to always be with you.

Nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, will be better than you.

You’re my forever.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” she asks.

“Like what?” I reply.

“I don’t know . . . all . . . heart-eye like.”

“Maybe because I have heart eyes when you’re around.”

She palms my face and laughs. “Don’t be lame.”

I twist her so her back is on the mattress and pin her down. “I’m never lame, but if you think I am, then maybe you should just walk away.”

“Okay,” she says as she attempts to get up.

“Oh fuck no.” I pin her down again, causing her to laugh. “You’re mine now.”

And then I press my lips to her neck and kiss every inch of her body.