She takes my fingers, moving against my hand, chasing the orgasm like she always does. But I don’t want her to come on my hand or against my lips. I want to be buried deep inside her when she lets loose, experiencing more pleasure than she’s ever experienced in her life.
She groans as I pull my hand away, leaving her panting and wanting more. I reach for a condom, ripping it open with my teeth before rolling it over the tip of my cock and down my shaft.
My lips find hers again, kissing her deep and long, stroking her skin with my hands, waiting until she’s almost breathless and wanton.
“Do you want to get on top, babe?”
Her eyes widen as her chest heaves underneath me, her knees bending at my hips. “No. I like this,” she replies softly.
The condom slides against her pussy, moving through her wetness with ease. She’s ready for me, wanting this as much as I do.
I lift myself up with one arm, taking my cock in my other hand and guiding myself to her opening. Her eyes are locked on mine, watching me as I slowly slide my dick inside her. Inch by inch, her body adjusts and her breathing changes, but her eyes never close or leave mine.
When my cock’s all the way inside her, I stop moving, allowing her body to get used to the sensation. She reaches up, taking my face in her hands, and whispers, “I love you.”
“I love you too,” I whisper back in the quiet room that’s only filled with the sound of our breathing and nothing else.
She hooks her arms around my neck, bringing my lips back to her mouth, and kisses me as I slide out and rock back into her.
I move slowly, savoring every moment of being inside her, our bodies intertwined and tangled together. Our bodies rock against each other until her orgasm rolls through her, tightening her body around mine, causing the pleasure to rocket through my system, stealing every bit of my breath.
In this moment, I know she’s mine and I’m hers. Arlo gave me a precious gift, and it wasn’t her virginity. It’s her love.
Epilogue
Arlo
“You look beautiful,” Lily says, coming up behind me and placing her hands on my bare shoulders. “I don’t think I’ve been more excited for anyone’s wedding since my own.”
I smile at our reflections in the mirror. “I never expected any of this.” I run my hand down the white silk gown that fits every inch of my upper body like a glove, flaring out at my hips. “I still can’t believe I’m getting married today.”
“And you’re gaining a family,” Lily whispers.
“Bitch, you’re stuck with us forever,” Tamara adds as she stands in front of the other mirror, adding more mascara to her already ridiculously long and lush eyelashes.
“There are worse things,” Gigi tells Tamara.
Rebel comes to stand next to Lily. “As someone not born into the family, I can say there’s nothing more wonderful than knowing and feeling like you’ve found a home, Arlo. You’re not just marrying the man. You’re marrying the whole insane tribe, including a new sister.”
I turn my gaze toward her in the reflection. “I’ve never had a sister.”
“Me either,” she says, smiling back at me, “Until now.”
The door to the room opens, and Mrs. Caldo steps inside. “Everyone out except Rebel and Arlo,” she announces. “We’re about to start, and I need a minute to talk with my girls.”
My girl.
God, I love the sound of that.
I’d never been anyone’s anything until I told Lily I’d help her figure out why Carmello couldn’t stay in a committed relationship.
When Lily told me he wanted to settle down and she needed my help, I jumped at the chance to see him again.
Twice, he saved me. Twice, I was too chickenshit to let him know I wanted to see him again. Twice, I failed to follow through on having enough guts to chase after the only man who’d ever helped me without wanting something in return.
But when Lily made it possible for me to see him again, to be a part of his life—even for a brief time—I couldn’t say no.
I wouldn’t.
I’d done stupid things in my life, but turning down being around a kind and extremely hot man wouldn’t be one of them.
Rebel grabs my hand, giving my fingers a squeeze as Gigi, Lily, Jo, Luna, Rosie, and Tamara leave the room. “Breathe,” she whispers.