closer to the edge of an orgasm.
I can’t come if he’s not completely inside of me. I can’t. I won’t.
He’s bigger than anyone I’ve ever been with. The fullness of his cock in my pussy is enough to steal my breath away.
He cups a hand under my ass. “You’re so goddamn tight.”
I open my mouth, but the only thing that spills out is a moan.
The next push fills me. The sound comes from him this time. It’s a low-tone growl of approval.
“Fuck, Maren.” He ups his tempo. “Shit. So good. So goddamn good.”
He fucks me hard. Each thrust a testament to his need for me.
I cry out when his teeth find my nipple, and when I come, I crash into a wall of pleasure so intense that I lose myself. I lose all rational thought, and I scream his name over and over.
“So beautiful.” He breathes the word over the skin of my neck as he fucks me slowly through my climax.
“Again, Maren,” he bites out before I can catch my breath again. “I want another before I take mine.”
The command is enough to send me straight into another orgasm as I writhe beneath him. He follows with a series of deep, slow thrusts before he comes with a toss of his head back and a hard groan.
Chapter 45
Keats
I woke with a sore body and a full heart.
My bed was empty. I must have drifted off after I fucked Maren. I held her close as soon as I tied off the condom and tossed it in a waste can in the corner of my bedroom.
Her breathing leveled off as I ran my fingers through her hair.
I whispered that I was the luckiest son-of-a-bitch on the planet. In a sleepy voice, she reminded me that I was breaking the rules by swearing.
I broke every one of my goddamn rules last night when I took her to bed.
I promised myself I’d never fuck anyone I was falling for again.
The one and only time I let emotions lead me, I ended up alone in this townhouse wishing for a future that never transpired.
I swing my legs over the side of the bed and catch wind of the smell of coffee.
Maren must have wandered downstairs to put on a pot for us. I’ll whip up some heart-shaped pancakes and then bring her up here for another round.
After I run my hand through my hair, I slide on a pair of sweatpants.
A thorough brush of my teeth follows a quick splash of cold water on my face.
I looked well-fucked and happy.
Jesus, do I look happy.
I smile at the lucky bastard in the mirror and silently remind him to pace himself. I may be feeling things for Maren that I’ve never felt before, but I can keep that to myself until the time is right.
I take the stairs two at a time as I race to kiss her.
That’s my first task.
I’m going to pick her up, swing her in the air and then dip her down for a kiss, a slow, lingering kiss that will set her on fire.
“Good morning, beautiful,” I sing as I sprint into the kitchen.
“Since when do you call me beautiful?”
My mouth falls open as I stare at my brother. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
My hand slams over my lips once I realize I swore.
I look around the kitchen for Stevie.
“She’s at school,” Berk says as he sips from a cup of coffee.
“School?” I question. “This early.”
“It’s almost nine.”
My gaze shoots to the digital time displayed on the microwave on the counter. “Holy carp. I’m late.”
“Carp?” Berk chuckles. “That’s a saver. I’m stealing that one.”
I cross the kitchen to pour myself a coffee. “Why are you even here?”
“Stevie and I saw Maren.”
That turns me around to face him. “When?”
He takes a slow sip from his mug. The bastard is torturing me, and he knows it. The smirk on his face says it all.
“When?” I repeat.
“I was walking my daughter to school when we passed Maren.” He lets out a sigh. “Stevie made a big deal about Maren’s dress. She said she’d wear it every day too if she had a dress that beautiful.”
I hang my head as I chuckle. “That sounds like our Stevie. How did Maren react?”
“She blushed.” He smiles. “You’re happy, Keats.”
It’s not a question. My brother knows me better than anyone. “I’m happier than I’ve ever been.”
“I’m glad you’re not letting the past play a hand in this.”
It’s the perfect opportunity for me to tell him to