His tongue slides up, swirling over my clit before moving up my stomach and my chest, standing tall before me as I unbutton his vest and the white shirt, pushing them both over his wide shoulders to the floor.
“Don’t ever try to deprive the ones you love from feeling anything close to this.”
“And if we end up only hurting each other?”
He unfastens his belt and slides the button of his slacks through the loop. “As long as the good outweighs the bad.”
“It wasn’t with Asher and Viv.”
He smiles, sliding his zipper down and pushing his pants and briefs down in one quick motion, freeing his hardened cock and taking my mind as far away from my family as possible. “Only ones that knows that is them, Lola.”
He kicks away the rest of his clothes and pulls me to him, guiding us back to my bed as he sits down, pulling me on his lap. I cup his face in my hands. “I don’t care right now.”
He chuckles, reaching between us and bringing the head of his cock to my entrance, but not pushing in. “You take control.” His hand slides down my back. “Make me feel something good, Lola.”
His words set me on fire as I move my hips, guiding him inside of me, only the tip at first, and then inch by inch my body accepts him. I set the pace, moving slowly, almost too slow as we both feel every movement. Every inch. Every shudder.
It’s euphoric as my forehead rests against his, my hands now gripping his shoulders as his hands rest on my hips. He gives me all the control. My head dips down, and I find his lips, craving every ounce of him. He starts to thrust with each roll of my hips, meeting my pace, our bodies working as one, hitting deep inside me and making my pussy clench around him, wanting to squeeze every last bit of pleasure from him.
“I’ve never wanted anything this badly.”
He smiles against my lips. “What do you want, Lola?”
He’s fully seated inside of me as I freeze, allowing him to fill me completely, stretching me. “Right now?” He nods, his lips pressing against mine and then sliding down over my throat. “I want to come.”
He smiles against my neck, and I feel his cock twitch inside me, making me bite my lower lip and groan. “What else?”
I lean my head back, enjoying the feel of his stubble on my skin. “I want you to come inside me.”
One of his hands palms my breast as his thumb swirls around my hardened nipple. “I’m definitely close to that.”
He pinches my nipple, causing my pussy to tense tightly around him, making us both moan and sending a shiver through my body, warning me that I’m nearing the edge myself. “Anything else?”
I shake my head because in this moment, that’s all I want. Him.
“Feel every single second of it, Lola.”
The command steals my breath as our lips crash into each other, and we move together, one of his hands teasing my nipple the other gripping my hip as we fall over the cliff simultaneously, taking in every thrilling second.
I don’t want any more pain for my family, but maybe Hayden’s right. By trying to protect them, I’ve stolen this away.
And this, this feeling right now with him, safe in my bed with pleasure soaring through every part of my body, it’s worth every bit of pain I've endured to get here.
I smile, looking at Lola as she sleeps in her bed next to me. Last night was intense, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.
Yeah, her family is a lot, but it’s apparent how much they care about each other.
I hate that Penelope had so much contempt for me, but no part of me can blame her. I know how she grew up.
I understand the distrust.
Lola is completely out, and I need coffee, so I grab my dress slacks from the floor and slip them on, running a hand through my hair on my way out of her room. I quietly tiptoe to the kitchen, but quickly notice I'm not alone.
Her youngest brother, Asher, is sitting at the table with cereal in front of him, smiling smugly at me.
“Morning.” I try to be civil even though I recognize this little shit.
He’s me. Ten years ago.
All guys in their twenties are shitheads.
And it doesn’t matter that he grew up with wealth and privilege. It doesn’t matter that I didn’t. We’ve both experienced pain and abandonment in some form or another and didn’t know how to deal with it.
I understand him.
He doesn’t say anything as I make my way to the coffee, not needing him to say anything. Not needing his acceptance.
“You in love with my sister?”
The question does, however, catch me off guard. Christ, I didn’t even get a chance to pour a cup of coffee. I turn around to face him. “I haven’t known her long.”
He rolls his eyes at me as if that’s the stupidest thing I could have said. “That’s not what I asked.”
“That’s something I should probably discuss with her first.”
Again, his eyes roll. He’s a tough kid. I recognize the suffering in his eyes. I also know that underneath that is fear. Fear of everything.
He stands and walks to the sink, rinsing his bowl and then turning to look at me. “Don’t hurt her.”
“I won’t.”
He smiles mockingly, staring deliberately at the black eye his sister gave me. “Good because she’s tough, but if you do, between Linc and me, they won’t even be able to identify your body.”
I can respect that. “Noted.”
He nods his head and walks out of the kitchen, I follow, watching him pick up a bag next to the sofa and slinging it over his shoulder. “Tell Lola thanks for letting me stay here last night. I needed to hang out with Baz.”
“She’s upstairs. You should tell her yourself.”
He waves me off. “Nah. I hate good-byes. I gotta go.”
I follow him to the front door. “What about Baz? Did you tell him?”
He turns around to face me, his chest puffed out. “I love that kid, and you don’t know me, so you need to know that.”
“I already did. You should tell him goodbye.”
“I’ll never say goodbye to him.” He pauses. “I’ll be back. Don’t forget what I said.”
“Homicide. Got it.”
He laughs, turning back around.
“I do, you know?”
He looks at me over his shoulder, a grin on his face knowing I'm talking about loving Lola. “I know. I’m glad.” His hand finds the handle. “She’s special. She’s strong for all of us but weak when it comes to herself. You look out for her, and I like it.”
Not that I needed it, but it appears I have the kid’s approval.
No other words need to be said as he leaves. I return to the kitchen, barely getting two cups of coffee brewed before feeling familiar hands slide around my waist.
“Good morning.”
I turn around and kiss the tip of Lola’s elegant nose. “Good morning.”
“I really like waking up with you here.”
I liked it too. “Asher left.”
Her face falls, but she doesn’t look surprised as I had her a cup of coffee. “When?”
“Not long ago. I’m sorry, I just never want to hide anything from you ever again.”