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I close my eyes, savoring the sensation. But the sound of a loud rip makes my eyes fly open. Just in time to feel strong hands along my sides. He has me flipped to my back in seconds. He drags himself through my center, and the sound that comes outof my mouth can’t be human. He must love it because he buries himself seconds later.

“Fuck. Yes,” he mutters with eyes closed. His forehead is painted with a slight sheen from all the stress I just put him through. Poor guy. “I promise to never tease you again. But we can try that tying up thing again. I’d recommend a stronger tie.”

My laugh is muted by his lips. Grabbing my hands, he pins them above my head. Fuck, I shouldn’t love this as much as I do. His hips crash into mine, filling me full and hitting all the right places. With my hands wrapped in his, our foreheads touch and our heavy breathing mingles together.

“I’m not going to last long. I need you to come for me, baby.”

It takes no more than his call to action for my body to answer, and it slinks through me. My grip tightens on Sams hands. Following quickly behind me, Sam’s eyes lock on mine as he falls over the edge. Damn, he’s hot like this. Completely undone for me.

He stays there for a second, catching his breath, before planting a quick peck on my cheek. He rolls off and onto his side of the bed.

“You know what sounds really good right now?” he says.

“Hm?” I roll to my side to face him.

“Shave ice. That was so hot that I need to cool down.”

I slap his arm as I laugh and get up to make my way to the bathroom. “Well, come clean off with me, and we can get some shaved ice.”

“No promises anything clean is going to happen in that shower.” He pops out of bed like a man on a mission. I’d doubt his ability to be able to go again that quick, but judging by his half-staff appendage, he’s ready.

“You’re insatiable.”

“Only for you, shortcake.”

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Addie

“I’m going to lay out some ground rules before this last day of girl fun begins,” Liv says. Apparently, the bossy maternal gene has awakened in her. “If I hear any of you bitches talk about banging my brothers, I will literally vomit. I am fighting for my life with this damn morning sickness, and I don’t need either of you making it worse. Capeesh?”

“Wow, you’re handling your pregnancy hormones so well. You’re so even-tempered,” Isla says. A bit daring, if you ask me. I know better than to mouth off to a pregnant woman full of rage.

“You’re lucky it’s your wedding week and you get a hall pass this week. It’s on like Donkey Kong the second you’re home from your honeymoon.” Liv shakes her index finger at Isla.

Isla pretends to hold herself and shakes her body. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

With a middle finger and a sharp tone, Liv replies, “I hate you.” She’s been extra zesty since becoming pregnant.

Putting my hands up between them, I faux referee. “OKAY. Back to our regular scheduled programming. We have massages and mimosas first thing, and for Liv, you have a massage and unfermented orange juice.” She rolls her eyes and gets off the bed.

We all met in Isla’s room this morning for breakfast and for some good quality girl time. I’m ready for one last day of my bestie not being tied to someone else for life.

“Next up, we have manis, pedis, and then after that, we can go crazy. I packed extra sunscreen. No tan lines for you today, missy. What would you like to do for your final day of fun?”

“She’s getting married, not going to prison. I promise you there will be plenty more days of fun.”

“Um, let me think,” she says, tapping her finger on her jaw. “How about just a pool day? I know it’s lame, but I don’t want to hike and get sore. And I don’t want to go too crazy and feel like shit on my wedding day.”

“You’re the captain here. Spa day, mimosas, and pool it is.”

“Oh my God, this massage feels amazing,” Liv says. She isn’t wrong.

We all lay face down on our massage chairs. Our masseuses work out the tension we’ve all built up. This little relaxing day really hit the spot.

“It does. Cal can never get into these muscles like this. Plus, every massage turns into a di—”

“Don’t even say it. Strictly prohibited,” Liv says. I have to bite back my laughter because the two of them have been bickering like they’ve been sisters their whole life all day.

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