“I did.” His lips dance over mine. “I do.” He presses a light kiss over my lips. “I always will.”
My arms wrap around his waist, holding him there in the moment. “I was so afraid I was betraying him with you. The looks. The flirting. Prom.” I look over Linc’s shoulder at my reflection. “But I think maybe all that time, . . .” my heart aches with the thought, “I was betraying you with him.”
His other hand cups my face, forcing me to look at him. “None of it matters. None of it. I’ve loved you since I found you. And I loved my brother.”
“I love you too. And yes, God yes, I want you to stay. Or I’ll go back with you. I just want to be with you.”
He smiles and kisses my lips again. “I have my California realtor’s license too. I’m staying.”
He planned this. I can’t hide my excitement. He releases me, and I untuck the towel from my cleavage and fling it behind me, letting my hands drag over his abs as his mouth moves to my neck, leaving light kisses there and down.
His voice is the sexy growl I hear every night in my dreams. “I love you, P. And I’ll still hate-fuck you any time you want it, but it’s always love. Never really hate.”
“It never was hate.”
My arms move around his neck and his hold onto my hips as we kiss, our tongues at war, starving for each other. It’s the same as it always was.
He unhooks my bikini top, removing it as I lay down on the bed, his body crawling over mine, taking his time with me. My legs part for him, my knees up as he licks from my ankle and over my calf, killing me with the anticipation.
Knowing exactly what I need because he always has. His hands move to my knees as he looks down at me, smiling and then removing my bathing suit bottoms, still teasing me with that tongue, dragging it over my inner thigh and then nipping the sensitive flesh.
“Linc . . .” A raspy moan escapes my mouth as I sit up on my elbows and watch him.
His face sports that devilish grin I love as he licks the length of me, making me squirm with anticipation. “Don’t you fucking dare leave me hanging.”
I feel him laugh against me as his tongue swirls over my clit, making my hips buck and my thighs clench. He pushes my thighs down to the bed and ensures his delicious oral torture brings me close to the brink but then not letting me come yet.
My hands grip his hair tightly, pulling, loving everything he’s doing to me. When he slides a finger inside me, my hips meet each thrust of his finger, wishing it was his cock but relishing the feeling of his tongue on my clit.
“You ready to come?”
I lay back on the bed, trusting him. “When you want me to.”
One of his hands moves up to my breast as his tongue meets my clit again, and two fingers slide into me. I move my hand over his and my other to his hair as my body explodes in monumental pleasure. I moan his name loudly and ride the wave, enjoying every second with no guilt as the orgasm rolls through me, making my entire body shudder and my toes and fingers curl. I want him inside me more than I ever have before. I pull him up to my face, kissing him as we frantically push his swim trunks down, and he doesn’t make me wait.
He thrusts inside of me. My back arches into him as my legs wrap around his ass, and I hold onto him for dear life.
Never wanting to leave this moment.
“Did you think of me?”
I smile into our kiss as each stroke builds toward another orgasm, my fingernails digging into his shoulders. “Always.”
He kisses me, making love to me and fucking me at the same time.
This is the way it was always meant to be.
I can’t get enough of Penelope. I’ve been here for two weeks, fucking her every chance I get but also spending as much time with her as I can with our clothes on.
I kiss her and press her body back against the padded bench out on the balcony, but when we hear the sliding glass door open, P shoves my body back and sits up.
“Uh . . . Do you two have to have sex all over the house?”
I laugh, and P looks slightly embarrassed but not ashamed or guilty. “Sorry, Lola.”
“I’m not.”
Lola rolls her eyes at me and takes a seat in one of the other chairs with her coffee in her hands, looking out at the ocean. “I know. You two are pretty cute together, but seriously only in places with a lock that I don’t go.”
“So, my bedroom?” P asks, and Lola nods immediately.
“Yes. Please.”
If she only knew all the places I’ve already fucked P in this house.
“Seriously though,” Lola takes a sip from her mug and then looks over at us with a satisfied smile, “I’m so happy you guys are together.”
“Me too.” Penelope kisses my cheek and lays her head on my shoulder. “You have to be so sick of us though. I’m sorry.”
Lola waves it off, but I shrug my shoulders looking over at Lola, who smiles back, nodding at me.
“What’s up?” P’s an intuitive one, and she’s eyeing us both with suspicion now.
“Yeah, I don’t think Lola can stand us living here much longer.”
“Well, Lincoln anyway.” Lola just loves to fuck with me.
P laughs. “Well, you aren’t going anywhere.”
“I have my eye on a place.” I turn and look P directly in the eyes. “But you’re right. I’m not going anywhere unless you’re going with me.”
“You’re buying a house? For us?” She looks suspicious.
Lola stands up, a big smile on her face. “And I know this great interior design team who’s going to help you decorate it.”
Her eyes are sparkling with happiness that’s really fucking good to see.
Penelope looks fucking giddy, which is something I haven’t seen since we were kids. “You got us a house?”
“I went and looked at one. But I’m not fucking stupid enough to close on it until you’ve approved.”
She grabs my face in her hands and kisses my lips. “Smart man.”
“There’s just one last thing I need to do.” She looks suspicious again.
“What?”
“We need to go back to Kansas. I have to talk to Asher.”
She’s studying me. “Yeah, what happened with you two? He wouldn’t tell any of us why you weren’t coming to his graduation.”
“He asked me not to come. And he has every right to be pissed. I haven’t been a good uncle, and he has.”
She agrees but doesn’t want to say it outright. “He has really stepped up with Sebastian.”
Lola’s eyes meet mine, and I know she’s been as good of an aunt as she can be from California. We’ve talked about it a little bit since I’ve been here. Ash really wanted me to do the same right after P left, and I just couldn’t do it.
I couldn’t look at the kid that reminded me of the past, and I was a shitty human for a little bit.
“Was it a bad fight?” P knows me too well.
I shake my head. “No. You know Ash, he doesn’t drag shit out. He asked me to be there. I told him I couldn’t, and he told me to fuck off. That was pretty much it.”
Once you piss off my little brother, that’s it. The kid can hold a grudge.