Page 17 of Endless Love: Novella

She moaned her response, increasing the pressure until it was almost too much. I was already coming close to the edge. “You want me to fuck you, don’t you?” I asked, bucking my hips in time with her hot mouth.

Releasing me, she panted while stroking me with her tight fist. “Seems like you won’t last long,” she taunted, a wicked smile played over her swollen lips. “Why don’t you check and see how wet I am?” My heart almost stopped when she hiked up her dress, spreading her thighs.

What else could I do but accept the invitation? I leaned over her, pushing her back against the mattress. Hovering over her, I brushed my mouth against hers while I delved between her legs with my fingers. The crotch of her panties was wet, and my cock jumped at the first touch.

To hell with taking it slow. I could barely wait for her panties to be tossed aside before I impaled her, standing next to the bed with her ass on the edge, her legs against my chest. She was too good, too tempting. Her pussy was too sweet and much too wet to be denied for even as long as it took to get undressed.

“Shi-it… that’s it,” she whimpered as she moved with me. “I love it when you fuck me. I loveyou…”

“And I love you. This pussy…” Spreading her legs, I stripped off my shirt, then leaned down to hold her closer. She wrappedher legs around my hips and pulled me deeper while I ran my mouth over her jaw, down her throat, savoring her sweet sighs. I could imagine loving her this way for the rest of my life, and I looked forward to it.

“Come with me,” she whispered, breathing faster now, her nails scraping my skin as she ran them over my back. I didn’t have a choice. I was close enough before I entered her, and now all it took was her muffled moan as she bit her lip and her pussy clenching with her release for me to let go.

“Do me a favor.” I pushed myself up on my forearms to look down at her flushed, shining face. “If marriage changes us, promise me it’ll never change that.”

“Oh, trust me,” she whispered with a grin. “I’ll want you until the day I die, Evan Anderson. You’ll have to beg me to lay off you.”

There weren’t many things I knew for sure, but I knew that was an impossibility.

8

EVAN

“Do you remember that one Christmas in Vail when you invited me to come along with you guys?” I settled into one of the chairs on the back terrace of the Goldsmith estate, a scotch in hand.

The night was quiet and still. The calm before the storm, maybe. This time tomorrow, I’d be a married man.

Colton chuckled, nodding. “That’s right. We had a great time, didn’t we?”

“Easy for you to say,” Noah snorted from his chair, stretching his legs out and propping his feet on the edge of the table. “You’re not the one who spent half the time with a broken arm.”

“Hey. Nobody told you to drink in the hot tub,” Lucian reminded him. “Whose dumbass fault is it that you slipped and fell getting out?”

“I thought your mom was going to kill you,” I told him, raising the pitch of my voice and wagging a finger. “I turn my back on you for one minute, and now you’re going to spend Christmas Day with your arm in a cast.”

“Watch it with the impersonation,” Noah warned, chuckling. “She’s somewhere inside, and she has superhuman hearing.”

“You couldn’t use the new skis your parents bought you, either.” Colton snickered, adding, “You’re lucky I was nice enough to break them in for you.”

Noah pointed at him from across the table, his face going red in the glow of lights strung overhead. “I knew that was you! And you spent the next week telling me it wasn’t!”

“It wasn’t my fault you were so doped up on painkillers that you were out of it when we left for the slopes.” Colton ducked out of the way of the crumpled-up napkin Noah threw at him, making us all laugh.

Miles shook his head, swirling scotch in his glass. “I don’t know if I’ve ever said this out loud, but the four of you are damn lucky to have what you have. This shared history.”

“You’re part of it now,” I reminded him. “And we have years ahead of us.”

“Yeah, you’re marrying into the madness,” Lucian joked. “There’s no escaping. Sorry about that.”

“No need to apologize. I couldn’t be happier.” Miles had a funny way of showing it since he looked miserable as hell, even when he tried to play it off the way he did now by offering a humorless chuckle. “I only hope Aria is never sorry she decided to get mixed up with me.” Was it my imagination, or did he and Lucian exchange a look?

I glanced at Colton, but he was oblivious, reading something on his phone. “Rose says the girls are having a sleepover party the way they used to back in the day. I guess we’re all thinking along the same lines tonight.”

“It’s a shame we’re here and not there,” Noah mused as he poured another drink from the vintage Macallan bottle sitting in the center of the table. Ari had broken it out for us when we arrived after the rehearsal dinner, a special gift on a special night. It was buttery, smooth like velvet as it rolled down my throat and spread warmth through my chest.

“Yeah, we could play pranks on them the way we used to,” I laughed. It had been years since I thought about it. “When was it that we fucked with them when they were playing with that Ouija board? At the cabin in New Hampshire? I think we were all still in high school.”

“I’ve never heard about this,” Miles reminded us. “What did you do?”

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