Page 64 of Finally Moore

“For fuck’s sake…” I groan but am cut off as I’m turned and lifted to sit on top of the desk.

Scott gathers my hair into his fist, holding on as he plunges back inside me. “Eyes on me, Angel,” he orders when my lashes flutter closed. “I want you to look at me as I make you come.”

I do as he says—though the intimacy of the situation and change in angle have me struggling to not roll my eyes into the back of my head.

“That’s it. You take my cock like such a good girl,” he praises. I bite my lip in an effort to hold back my moans, but as my climax grows closer, it becomes impossible. “Come on, Angel, put me out of my misery. Tell me who—”

“You,” I pant. “Fuck, I’m only… wet… for…”

Clearly satisfied with my answer and sensing my struggle, Scott pulls my mouth to his, and we swallow each other’s cries as we come together. Then he rests his forehead against mine as he attempts to regain his composure.

“You’re fucking incredible,” he tells me.

“Do you feel better?” I chuckle.

Scott scratches his head. “Honestly.” He smiles. “Yes. I don’t know what got into me.”

“I do.” I kiss him. “And I liked it.” As the commotion picks up outside, our little bubble is popped.

“We better get back out there.” Scott sighs.

“Yeah, probably.”

We both get dressed but share a smile as we exit the study. It’s hard to walk and pretend he didn’t fuck me six ways to Sunday just five minutes ago, his release still slick in my thong.

“I have to go serve up dinner,” Scott says before kissing me on the cheek.

“Do you need help?”

He smiles. “No, I’ve got it. Go enjoy time with your family.”

“Okay.” I bite my lip as my eyes flick in their direction.

“You got this,” he whispers. He kisses the side of my neck, and then takes off towards the kitchen.

It’s weird how easily my mom and Trisha fit in. I was worried they’d look down on this intimate family affair, which is nothing like the lavish parties we used to host for the holidays. But my mom is conversing with Robbie—God only knows about what—with baby Nova in her arms. I’m guessing it’s her way of savoring thatnew babyfeeling. Mom and I have had our ups and downs over the years, but one thing I can say without a doubt is that she’s a wonderful grandmother, even if she’s not too keen on babysitting on her own.

Trisha is powwowing with Cassie and Tilly. If I had to guess, I’d say they’re trading stories about motherhood. Even Kasey has found his place, chatting with Killian in the far corner. Granted, I wouldn’t be shocked if they already knew each other. Kasey loves going to Vegas to watch the fights and usually ends up at the VIP after-parties.

I contemplate which group to join and quickly realize the little cluster of kids is the most appealing. As easy as it would be to play with Brittany and the twins, I know that’s not where Ishouldgo. So I take a deep breath and make my way over to Trisha and the girls.

“Oh, hey, Scar,” Tilly greets me. “I was wondering where you ran off to.”

“Um…” I pull at the hem of my sweater and hope it’s not as disheveled as it seems in my head. “Scott needed help in the kitchen.”

Cassie eyes me up and down. Her smile says she’s not buying it but she doesn’t comment. “Well, you’ll be happy to know we won.”

“Alex crawled?”

“Yup,” Tilly says with a grin. Even though I know she had her hopes set on Gavin being first, she’s obviously proud either way.

“I’m sure Gavin will catch up any day now,” I assure her.

She laughs. “He did, two seconds later.” One of the boys starts crying, and Tilly waves an apologetic hand. “Mommy duty calls.”

Seconds after the first one starts, the other one joins in, and Nova makes three. It seems the next generation of Moores is already on a synchronized feeding or diaper schedule. Cassie runs off to grab Nova, leaving me and my sister alone.

“Your friends are hilarious,” Trisha says after a few moments of awkward silence. “I can see why you love it here.”

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