Holden's Resurrection (Gemini Group #6) - Riley Edwards Page 0,115

side, got to her knees, ripped his tee off, tossed it aside, then her hands hit the mattress and she presented him with her fine, round ass.

He took a moment to appreciate the beauty before he moved in behind her.

“You wanna come, Charleigh?” he asked as he curled his body over hers and moved one hand around to her front and flicked his thumb over her clit.

With his chest pressed to her back, he didn’t miss her body jolt, he didn’t miss the growl of need, and he really didn’t miss her ass pressing against his aching cock.

“Yes,” she hissed.

“You sure you’re ready? We can play awhile longer,” he teased and toyed with her clit until her legs were trembling and her groans were near-constant.

“You have one second to get inside of me, Holden, before I finish myself.”

“Oh, yeah? How will you finish yourself, baby? Will you rub here?” He lightly circled her clit. “Or do you need to be filled up?” He roughly pushed his finger in her wetness and finger-fucked her until her back arched and her head fell forward.

“I need both.”

Holden pulled his fingers free, grabbed his cock, and once he was lined up, he slammed home.

Charleigh was so primed and ready, she came around his shaft on his second stroke. She continued to come as he roughly drove in. After the weekend’s events, having her back—really having her in a permanent way, her agreeing to be his wife—he couldn’t hold back so he didn’t. He didn’t take her slow and sweetly, he just took. He took everything that had always been his. He gave her everything that they’d missed.

“Honey,” she moaned.

“Not done, Leigh-Leigh.”

“Okay.”

“Hold on, baby, it’s gonna be a long night.”

“Okay, honey.”

One hand gripped her hip, the other glided over her ass until his palm was in the middle of her back, then he pushed her down while he told her, “Chest to the bed and tip your ass up.”

“Holden,” she groaned and did what he asked.

Christ, but he loved it when she groaned his name.

Nowhere near done, Holden slammed into her, roughly making love to his woman. He hadn’t lied, it was a long fucking night—literally.

36

“Daisy, no!” Faith shouted and I turned to find a furry puppy attacking a stuffed animal.

“Faith, get that.”

“Trying!” she yelled and chased the dog out the front door.

Jameson paused with a box in hand and shook his head. “And that’s why I don’t want another one.”

“Another child or puppy?” Kennedy asked.

“Dog. Killer was a maniac when he was a puppy.”

“Tank,” she snapped, and my eyes went to my friend. “Sorry. I’m starving and grumpy.”

“The guys already brought the couch in. Go sit down.”

It was moving day. Obviously, Holden’s bid was accepted. Yet, he’d waited another week for the inspector to show to view the property. I still thought it was crazy he’d bought a house sight unseen, but I’d stopped mentioning it to him. As luck had it, he loved the house, so all’s well that ends well.

“The pizzas should be in here any minute,” McKenna said as she placed a stack of plates in the cabinet.

“Maybe you should go home and rest,” I told Kennedy, feeling guilty she’d been on her feet all day. “We’re done anyway.”

“And miss your welcome home party? No way. Speaking of parties, Jameson told me you got a ton of business from the Powell gig.”

“I did.” I smiled.

Thankfully, Sydney’s party had gone off without a hitch. Everything had been perfect despite the last-minute changes to the menu. And the fact that Lizza and Stone were less than pleased their daughter had received an alcohol citation the week before her party. But like any spoil-the-child parent, they blamed Jonny for his “heavy-handed” treatment of their princess. I’m not exactly sure what had gone down, just that a deal had been made that if Stone and Lizza kept Sydney on home restriction, he wouldn’t ask the State’s Attorney to file charges which could’ve landed Sydney in juvenile detention until her hearing. I had a feeling that was Jonny’s way of keeping Sydney safe since there hadn’t been a break in the case in the last month, even after I’d sent the text with McKenna’s virus. McKenna confirmed Sydney had been talking to a guy using an anonymous messaging app, but since it was anonymous, there was no email or cell number to sign up for the service, so all she had was a screen name. She’d spent a week researching the name but so far she