“You like that?”
“What’s not to like?” she asks with a laugh, and lowers her head. Her slender shoulders are bathed in moonlight, and to my utter surprise, there’s a tattoo on her right shoulder blade. A small anchor.
I lean down and kiss it, then drag my lips up her neck. “Do you have any idea how fucking sexy you are?”
“Am I sexy enough for you to fuck me again?” she asks, surprising me yet again.
“Such a dirty mouth,” I mutter, and grin. Rather than answering her, I slip inside her quickly, pushing all the way in and making her gasp. “How’s that?”
“So damn good,” she says, and grabs on to a rung in the headboard, white-knuckling it. “You can go harder.”
I bite the fleshy top of her shoulder, grip her hip in my fist, making marks with my fingertips, and begin to fuck her, hard. Her pussy grips me like a vise.
Jesus, how am I supposed to keep it together when she does shit like that?
Using the headboard as leverage, she pushes back on me, her ass slapping against my hips, and propels the speed.
“Faster?” I ask.
“God, yes,” she says, and cries out when I speed up further. I release her hip and shove my hand under her, circling her clit with my fingers, and she loses her mind. “Oh God, Landon.”
“That’s it.”
“Fuck me harder.”
“Baby, I’m already fucking you into the mattress. If I go any harder I’ll split you in two.”
“I won’t break.” She shakes her head vigorously. “Please.”
With both hands gripping her hips now, I thrust as hard and fast as I can, and suddenly she screams my name and comes violently, shaking and pushing back on me, milking my cock like crazy.
I can’t hold back anymore. I push inside and come, my forehead on her back, panting, shocked at what we just did.
It might have been the most passionate sex I’ve ever had. And not even an hour ago we made the sweetest love.
Both blew my mind.
She’s fucking perfect for me.
I guide us to our sides and spoon her from behind, holding her close.
“I get lost in you,” I whisper, wishing I could see her face, but not wanting to move her.
“Mm,” she says. “But it’s the kind of lost that’s like being found.”
I blink, processing her words, and know, in this moment, that there will never be anyone else for me.
“I’M SO GLAD your birthday fell on a Sunday,” Kat says to Riley the next afternoon. We’re all at Jake and Addie’s home for a barbecue to celebrate Riley’s birthday. Mia, Jake, and Kat are in the kitchen. Riley, Addie, Cami, and I are in the adjoining family room, watching with interest as Jake and Mia fight about who’s going to man the grill.
“I’m happy to oblige,” Riley says with a grin, and then rolls her eyes when Mia throws a mushroom at Jake. “Jesus, Mia, it’s his grill.”
“I’m the chef,” Mia replies, her nose in the air.
“That’s the same look you gave me when you were little whenever Mom let you have your way.” I smirk when she glares at me.
“She never stopped throwing that look around,” Cami says with a laugh, and links her fingers with mine.
“I didn’t realize that Riley’s birthday was also known as give-Mia-shit day,” Mia says with an indignant sniff, then turns back to Jake. “I know what I’m doing with a grill.”
“Do you say that to all the guys?” Jake says, then ducks out of her way when she throws a punch at him. “Go enjoy your friends, Mia. I got this.”
“They’ve kicked me out of my own kitchen on Sundays,” she says mournfully. “And now you’re kicking me out too?”
“We are villains for making her take one day off a week,” Addie says, and shakes her head when Kat offers her a glass of wine. “You’re going to kill yourself if you keep going at this insane pace, Mia.”
“Hello, pot, I’m kettle,” Mia says. “I’ll whip the potatoes.”
“Fine,” Jake says, shaking his head. “Landon, want to help me with the grill?”
“Why does he get to help?” Mia cries.
“He’s a guy,” Jake says, and laughs when Mia just glares daggers at him.
“Addie, you married a sexist pig.”
“Hi, everyone!” We all turn our heads as a pretty blonde walks into the room. “Sorry I’m late. My children are demons.”
“Cici!” Cami jumps up and gives the woman a hug. “I’m so happy you came.”
“I’m just happy that I had a reason to leave my house and enjoy some girl time.” Cici smiles and looks around. “Or, sort-of girl time.”
“This is Landon,” Cami says as I shake Cici’s hand. “I don’t think you’ve met.”
“No, but I’ve heard all about you,” Cici says with a smile. “Welcome home. I’m glad you’re here safely.”
“Thank you.” I turn to Jake. “Let’s give them some girl time, whatever that means, and go tackle the grill.”
“Sexist pigs,” Mia mutters again, making us laugh as we step outside.
“Has she always been this bossy?” Jake asks me as he opens the already lit grill.
“She’s mellowed out with age,” I reply, and chuckle. “Mia has always been headstrong. It might be the Italian in her. Or maybe it’s just her.”