No Commitment (Capital Kingsmen #1) - Lisa Suzanne Page 0,97
which I live now. It’s the reason behind everything I do and every decision I make. It’s why I strive to be a better man, and somehow that goes hand-in-hand with giving every last piece of myself to her mother.
The feelings rushing through my chest as we fuck in my front hall are too overwhelming. We’ve been apart too long, and I will do everything in my power to make sure that doesn’t happen again.
She grunts out these sexy little sounds as I drive upward over and over, and when she starts to claw at my shoulders again, I know she’s getting close.
So am I.
I can’t hold off for much longer, not when I’m listening to her raspy sounds and tasting her skin and seeing the pleasure all over her face. Not when her pussy is a vise squeezing my cock, and not when her tits are bouncing in my face. I grab a nipple between my teeth and she yells out.
It’s sensory overload, and it plows into me all at once as my balls tighten.
I explode into her, my cock pulsing with relief just as she slides into her own ecstasy. Her nails dig into my skin and her legs squeeze around my body as she contracts with pleasure, both of us grunting and moaning incoherently as our bodies sing together through this perfect harmony.
When it’s over, I’m not ready to let her go. I don’t want to slide out of her. I don’t want to lose this connection, but the sooner I do, the sooner we can recharge and do that again.
And we do.
Two more times before we go to bed.
When it’s finally time to sleep, all is calm as she lies drifting into a peaceful sleep beside me in my bed—our bed.
And as I hold the woman who owns my heart—the one who has always owned it even though it was a bumpy road finally getting to the time where I was able to hand it over...it’s the best night’s sleep I think I’ve ever had.
CHAPTER 47
DANIELLE
I slide into the empty chair at Tyler’s kitchen table on his second official night home. Our kitchen table.
It’s game night with Diana and Weston. The girls are both asleep upstairs—finally—after we ate dinner, went swimming, watched Toy Story Three, and shared popcorn (except Luna, who settled on more Goldfish). They went down easy after such a busy night, and all the adults are exhausted, too. But it’s time for games.
We’re hosting our first ever game night, something I think will become a tradition, and Tyler brought four choices to the table: Cards Against Humanity, Monopoly, Trivial Pursuit, and some nineties trivia game. And I fully admit that we only own these four games because I literally ordered them a few weeks ago when I decided we needed some family bonding time.
“Cards Against Humanity,” Diana, Weston, and I all say simultaneously.
Tyler agrees. “Everyone have a full drink?” he asks as he surveys the table. We all do, and then we each draw our cards.
We laugh so hard we’re nearly crying as we learn that the next Happy Meal toy will be a gentle caress of the thigh, Fancy Feast will always get you banged, and Weston is sticky because of Sean Connery.
We refill our drinks and laugh some more as we play far too late into the night, and Weston and Diana end up sleeping in the guest room since they’re wasted and they don’t want to wake up Gracie to drive home anyway.
The four adults have headaches at six o’clock when the kids wake us up at the crack of dawn. Tyler, bless his rock star who’s used to partying late into the night heart, gets out of bed first to presumably throw some Cheerios in the direction of the girls while the other three adults attempt to compose ourselves (or fall back asleep). I pop some ibuprofen and I’m desperate for some caffeine when I walk down to the kitchen.
I’m sort of in awe when I get down there.
Luna’s in her highchair and Gracie sits beside her. Both girls have bowls of oatmeal in front of them, and Tyler’s sitting next to Luna, feeding her. He’s singing “Wheels on the Bus” in that raspy voice he has, and both girls stare at him with hearts in their eyes and smiles on their lips.
I stand back and watch them for a beat, but Luna catches me spying. “Mama!” she says, and Tyler turns around.