As she settles, I pull my fingers out of her and lick them clean, watching her carefully as she pants and pushes her hair back from her flushed face.
She smiles dreamily, grips my face in her hands and pulls me up to kiss me deeply, pushing her tongue in my mouth, the taste of her on me not bothering her in the least.
“We have to get back,” I whisper and pull away.
“But you…”
“I’m fine, sweetheart.” I grin down at her and kiss her forehead.
“Later.”
“No. There won’t be a later.” I stand and back away, giving her space to stand and set her clothes right.
“I told you before,” she reminds me, her eyes bright with anger. I move in and hold her chin between my finger and thumb.
“I finished it. You came. End of story.”
“You are so fucking infuriating!” she shrieks. I didn’t know Brynna was capable of shrieking.
“Back at you, sweetheart. Let’s go.”
“I might kill you in your sleep,” she threatens with a deep scowl as she pushes past me out the door of the office toward the laughter in the living room.
“It’s a good thing I don’t sleep,” I mutter.
“I was expecting more than a wham-bam-thank-you-ma’am,” she smirks over her shoulder, and that’s all I can take.
I whirl her around and press her against the wall, pinning her hands above her head and devour her mouth, kissing and lapping, biting and pulling at her hungrily. She moans softly and rotates her hips against me, begging for more.
“Love the way I taste on you,” she whispers. It’s enough to make me almost come in my pants like a horny teenager.
She’s so fucking sexy.
I pull away and release her hands and she raises them shakily to her mouth, watching me.
I swallow hard and run my hand over my mouth and I can still smell her on me.
Fuck it’s going to be a long night.
“Let’s go.”
“I wanna see it!” Stacy is bouncing in her seat, clapping her hands.
“What do you wanna see?” Bryn asks as we resume our seats. I feel Matt’s gaze on me, but I’ll be damned if I’ll meet it right now.
Or explain myself.
Fuck.
“I wanted a piercing,” Meg shrugs as she climbs into Will’s lap.
“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” Leo is pointing passionately at each area as he shouts them out to her. “Are all acceptable piercings.”
“Maybe I’ll get my clit pierced,” Brynna whispers, just for me.
I do my best to ignore her. She loves getting a rise out of me.
Literally.
“That’s not what I wanted,” Meg responds with a grin.
“Jesus.” He pulls his hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever, ever need to know stuff like this about you.”
“Hey.” Will interrupts. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“So back to orgasms,” Stacy begins and before I can stop myself, I jump to my feet, my arms slashing back and forth.
“No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”
“I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.
“No! I’m serious.” I glare about the room to all of the women. Any more talk about sex or orgasms tonight will be the end of me.
“Okay guys, we’ll discuss the O during girls night.” Sam smiles sweetly at me and I could kiss her.
“How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks as I sit back down.
“Fine.” I shrug and take a sip of my now warm beer.
“He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna replies softly and offers me a warm smile, and for the first time in hours, days, my stomach settles. I grin down at her and rest my hand on her knee.
“They’re easy to be nice to.”
“No kid talk,” Stacy announces. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young with no responsibilities.”
Isaac kisses her cheek and wraps an arm around his wife.
“I am young with no responsibilities,” Mark reminds us. “I recommend it.”
“Right, ‘cause you hate kids,” Sam waves her youngest brother off. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”
“I love her. And then she goes home and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks at his sister smugly.
Sounds like Mark and I used to have a lot in common.
Now the idea of going out to find a quick lay makes me sick to my stomach.
Brynna’s small hand covers my own on her knee as conversation continues to swirl around us, the girls laughing and teasing us guys.
I fucking love my family. They are my best friends, and Brynna is a part of this, not just because she’s Stacy’s cousin, but because she’s become one of us.
I’ll be damned if I’ll screw this up for her. I’m too fucked up for anything long-term, and she deserves nothing less.
“Shit, now I want chocolate,” Brynna mutters and bites her luscious lip.
I want to bite that lip.
“Do you have chocolate?” Jules asks Natalie.
“I live here, girls, and I’m pregnant. Of course there’s chocolate! Follow me!”
All of the girls jump up eagerly and follow Nat into the kitchen.
“What is it about chocolate?” Nate asks and crosses his arms over his chest as he watches his wife stumble about Nat’s kitchen.
“It’s like crack to women, man.” Matt checks his phone quickly and then shoves it back in his pocket.