Page 153 of How to Prevent a Fumble

Letting go of my hands, his fingers flutter up my sides before cupping my breasts, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples before massaging them.

I suck in a sharp breath, my movements coming faster and faster as the pressure builds at my core. Leo starts to mumble intelligible words, singing my praise as I lose myself further and further into my building orgasm.

“Come with me,” I hear him say finally, and he grabs my hips, helping me ride him faster as we both lose control, our moaning so loud I almost worry about the others.

But right now it’s just us.

“Come with me, please,” Leo whimpers, bringing me down on his cock with such force I feel like I’ll tear in two in the best way possible.

“Leo, I?—”

I clamp down around him, fire ripping throughme as I come on his cock, and with a cry of pleasure, I watch as Leo’s eyes close, his whole body locking as he comes.

The picture is burned in my brain, and for the first time I feel an overwhelming sense of dread settle over me.

I’m absolutely in love with this man, and I hope and pray I can trust him with my heart.

45

BRIAR

The last couple days have gone by in a blur of sex, suntan lotion, laughs, and the most fun we could possibly have with our little chosen family.

There’s no other way I’d have it.

Every time I look at Leo all I can think about is the way he went the extra mile to make sure I didn’t even have to think about him putting me in a bad position, but part of me wonders if it would be so bad.

The other part of me punches that part of me in the face, because that’s exactly what gets me in trouble. I don’t need another kid right now, and especially not under the circumstances.

The water crashes onto the beach in the distance as I watch my brother and Isla flirt across the table, the torches around us casting them in a golden glow.

When I had found out that they were together a year ago, my first thought was how Leo was going to take it. I had heard rumors, just like anyone within three degrees of Leo Warner had.

A little crazed. A lot possessive. Protective as all hell.

I knew that he cared about his family, and as the eldest sibling, I know how strong the need to protect your sibling is.

I had been doing it for Owen throughout our childhood.

For some reason I had expected Owen to be punched. I had supported the relationship, of course. Isla is one of the sweetest women I’ve ever met and has embraced me with open arms. But I also knew how long Owen had been hiding it after asking him if he could watch Elara one day. He had been in the middle of something, with someone, and it was the very first time he didn’t openly tell me what was going on with him. He seemed nervous.

He took Elara out anyways while I dealt with life.

I love them together, and part of me has hoped and prayed that I would find the same thing.

Now, I wasn’t exactly thinking that same thing would mean Leo Warner, that’s for sure.

I nearly jump as fingers grab my knee under the table, and I look up to find Leo’s eyes on me, the green twinkling in the firelight.

“You okay?” he murmurs.

I nod, a grateful smile slipping onto my lips. Licking them, I look ahead once more, finding Owen looking at me, his eyes on Leo’s arm.

When he finally meets my gaze, his eyes soften and he nods once.

To anyone else it wouldn’t have looked like much. But I feel it like a punch to my gut.I trust you,it says.I accept it.

And it’s all I could ever ask for.

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