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Damn, I didn’t want to leave this cocoon of bliss. With Drake pressed up behind me, his arms wrapped around my body, his cockburied in me, I could float here forever. If he wanted to spend the entire night in me, I wouldn’t complain.
“Damn,” Drake said. “Keep squeezing my cock like that and it’s liable to wake up again.”
I snorted and reached up to wipe the sweaty strands plastered to my forehead. “Mine’s spent. You edged me enough that I’m dead. Deceased.”
“And dramatic too, apparently,” he said.
I wrinkled my nose. “I fucked up your sheets. Sorry.”
“Pretty sure that’s what washing machines are for,” he said. “Plus, damn. That wasn’t a small amount. Storing up for a while?”
I toyed with my lower lip between my teeth. The truth was, no one had ever wrung an orgasm from me like that. The sheer amount of time and attention he’d spent on my body, how he’d tapped into my deepest fantasies—Drake was perfect.
And we were in the worst timeline for more. Him being my ex’s brother. Me considering a move down South.
“You just fucked me that good,” I responded, forcing myself to stay in the moment.
“As much as I’d love to stay in you all night, the rubber makes that hard,” he said. “But I’ll stay a little longer, okay?”
“God, yes.”
My heart thumped harder, and I settled against the mattress. I wanted something like this more than I wanted my next breath. A partner to cozy up with at the end of a day, someone to coast along life with and navigate the hurdles when they arose.
But those dreams felt a little too bright, a little too hot to touch with all the complicating factors.
Tonight, I’d just bask in this bliss I’d found with him.
Chapter twelve
Drake
Normally, I was ambivalent about family gatherings. It was always good to see everyone, though half the time I showed up exhausted. My job didn’t lend itself to normal shifts, though neither did my sisters’, yet they still managed to be functional. Tonight, though? Tonight I was worried.
I pulled up to Byrne’s Tavern, a more upscale place on the outside of town. Blair wanted quality food for her birthday, so that was where we were going, even though I’d have been just as satisfied with a cheesesteak from Sal’s.
I hadn’t seen Serena since I’d swung by her place to grab the stuff to drop off at August’s.
And now, I’d fucked her ex not once but twice.
Even worse? I wanted to do it again. And again and again. August had crashed in my bed that night, and if we both hadn’t needed to get to work, I would’ve asked him to stay the rest of the day. Being around him was addictive. I hadn’t been able to enjoy myself with a guy on an intimate level like that in so damn long. With hookups, it had always been out before the sheets cooled, and boyfriends hadn’t lasted long. Too often, my odd schedule came into conflict with theirs, or our interests didn’t converge enough, and we ended up drifting apart.
I’d had more fizzled out relationships than I could count, which made me feel like I was either uninteresting or inaccessible.
Maybe both.
I shut off the engine and got out of my car, the brisk air skating across my skin. Mom had messaged that they were inside, so I didn’t hesitate and strode up to the main door. Once I stepped inside, the scent of cedar surrounded me, the lighting dim for ambiance. This place was upscale rustic, the farmer chic look people were crazy for nowadays, but I liked it well enough. Better than the white tablecloth places Serena made us trot out to.
I scanned the room, the polished pine tables already filling up, and caught my parents and sisters sitting in the far back. They all looked like they fit right in, Serena in her black pantsuit, Blair in a cream blouse and skirt, prim and neat accessories. I’d worn a nice pair of Levi’s and a plaid button-down, but I lacked in the classy clothes department. Kind of came with the territory when you grew up a punk and ended up a fireman. Even Mom and Dad had the business professional attire down, and altogether, I felt out of place. Like everyone else was an adult and I just cosplayed.
“Hey,” I said, nearing the table.
Mom got up from the seat and squeezed me into a hug. “Put out any fires recently?”
I snorted, so used to her regular opening question that it was hard to hold back the eye roll. Still, I gave her a tight hug, her floral perfume a punch of familiarity. Dad hopped up too and hugged me next, then Serena and Blair followed suit, both of them crowding me at once. Comfort flowed through me at being around my family, despite the fancy setting.
Even though I was sleeping with Serena’s ex.
Guilt prickled through me as I took the open seat they’d left for me. “What were you all talking about?”
