“You”—I kissed the other thigh—“love me.”
“Not right now!”
My hand slid up from her thigh to her hipbone, then pulled back as she sighed again and then said, “Bastard.”
“Tsk, tsk, Milo.” I spanked the side of her ass and chuckled. “Insults will get you nowhere.”
“You’re. Killing. Me.”
“Welcome to the club.” I spent a good amount of time kissing her stomach, lingering on her belly button as my hands explored every inch they could find, which of course earned more curses and insults, but I kind of liked it.
Passionate. She was passionate.
“Colton!” Milo all but screamed. “I swear if you don’t—”
“Don’t?”
She was panting, silent, but panting.
“I need—”
“What?”
“Stop interrupting and put me out of my misery already!”
My lips found hers in a flurry of need as I finally allowed my body to rest against hers, careful not to let all of my weight crush her. Milo wrapped her legs around my waist again and bit my neck as I slowly, painfully, pushed into her. My vision blurred as I tried to tell my body to go slow, when really? I was done around twenty-four hours ago.
“More.”
“Milo—”
She jerked me forward, rocking her hips up.
And I was lost.
CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
MILO
I’m having sex.
With Colton.
When he moved inside me I seriously almost passed out—from pain at first—and then from something completely and utterly incredible.
My entire body shook with both desire and fear. It was a tie. His skin was so smooth as it slid against mine, but him being inside me? I was unable to explain what it felt like, to be filled, to be so complete with my soul mate. It shouldn’t have worked, it should have been hell. Instead? Pure heaven. I gripped at his back, pulling him closer, needing more of him.
I squeezed my eyes shut as Colt’s mouth found mine again, his tongue joining in almost perfect cadence with our bodies as if matching every stroke with every push, every tug. Too many feelings were exploding out of me—so many that I almost couldn’t keep up. I was with Colt, finally. My heart was beating so out of control that I knew he had to hear it. His eyes met mine as he continued to kiss my neck. His hands moved to my hips as he slightly withdrew, making me feel such loss I whimpered. With a smirk he pulled me up and angled our bodies differently so that I was almost in his lap. It was intimate, so personal I almost jerked away, even though it felt better—amazing. It was the most intimate thing I’d ever experienced. Looking at the love of my life, face-to-face, feeling him inside me and knowing that this was it. Me and him, forever. What I’d lived for—was in that moment.
“Milo,” he whispered against my mouth. “I. Love. You.”
He reached between our bodies.
And I blacked out.
Okay, I didn’t black out.
But it felt like I blacked out.
Covered in sweat, I lay there like an idiot, with a total idiot-like smile on my face as Colton started swearing all over the place and then finally, as if he had no energy left in his body, managed to fall to the side and swear again.
“You okay?” I asked.
“Nope.” He swore again, then started laughing.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because,” he chuckled. “I want you again.”
“But we just—”
“What can I say? I’ve waited a long time and my body, it seems, isn’t quite satisfied with just one moment. Good thing we have all night. And just in case you didn’t catch it before, Milo . . .” He kissed my temple. “I love you more than life. More than my life, more than Max and Jason’s put together.” I laughed and lazily pushed at his shoulder. “The love I have for you isn’t going to fade—even if I do end up like Jason.”
“In the hospital?”
“Yeah. Or Max.”
“Thrown under buses?”
“Or Reid.”
“Drugged?”
“Hey.” His mouth tickled my ear. “You can drug me anytime you want.”
“Aw,” I sighed, my body buzzing with happiness. “Our pillow talk is so sexy—drugs, my best friend, my brother—really, you’re so good at this.”
“Is that a challenge?” As if he’d suddenly drunk an entire bottle of Red Bull he got up on his hands and knees and glared.
My body was already starting to respond as I flushed with heat from head to toe, already buzzing with excitement. “Yes.”
He pounced.
I laughed.
And an hour later I knew exactly why he was so good—at everything.
CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
MAX
Meanwhile, back at the house . . .
“I should be an opera singer.”
Jason squinted at me through his good-ish eye and rolled it; at least I think he rolled it. It kind of bounced up, then to the side, so he could have been seizing for all I knew, but whatever. Point is, I could feel his doubt at my ability to sing a middle freaking C.
“I’ll prove it.” I stood shakily. You’d think that after all that bread at dinner I’d be able to kill a bottle of champagne on my own. Not. I staggered over to the piano and hit the key.
“Please don’t.” Jason covered his ears. “They’re all I have left.”
“Dude!” I snorted. “You have your balls, right? Most important thing, amigo. Now watch.”