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“I’m almost there,” I whisper, clenching our hands and tightening my thighs around him.
“Fuck, Lottie.”
He thrusts harder, faster, and the pressure explodes. My orgasm crashes through me like a tsunami. I cry out, my body clenching. Brooks follows with a groan, his hips stuttering as he loses all control.
We collapse in a tangle of limbs, our bodies slick and exhausted. He buries his face in my neck, and I wrap my arms around him.
No one has ever made me feel this cared for. This safe. This whole.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Brooks
Lottie’s draped across my chest, her body warm and soft, legs tangled with mine under the covers. It hardly feels real that I finally get to hold her skin to skin with nothing between us, relaxed and sated.
We don’t speak. I just run my fingers through her hair and try to commit this moment to memory. I fear I’ll wake up and find this was all a dream. I’ve never felt this quiet in my head before. My mind used to be racing for ways to win her, to get her to notice me. And now, I can finally exhale.
Lottie shifts, her lips brushing my chest. “How come you didn’t say anything? You could have told me you knew.”
I stiffen for a moment, but she kisses my chest again. “I wanted you to tell me when you trusted me. It was your business, and I already felt guilty about overhearing it in the first place. Plus, it didn’t make a difference, like I said.”
“I should’ve told you this a long time ago…” She scoots up in the bed, and we turn to face one another. “I’ve liked you for a while, you know.”
I smile and run my fingers along her arm. “How long?”
“I’m not sure if I can point to the exact time, but ever since you’ve been coming in for your coffees probably.”
There’s no way for me to keep my chuckle at bay. “You always act like I annoy you.”
“How else am I supposed to act? Plus, I was scared. Scared of what people would think. Scared of people thinking I was hopping brothers. Scared I’d get hurt again. Scared that I wouldn’t be enough.”
“Fuck, Lottie, you’ve always been enough. You’re all I’ve ever wanted.” I inch forward and kiss her. She lets me, and I love how easy all this is between us now. How right she feels in my bed, my home, my life.
“Thank you… for… waiting and not judging.”
I roll her over and slide on top of her. “I’m not gonna lie, you put up one helluva fight. You’re as stubborn as the day is long, but you were worth every therapy session you caused me.” I bend and kiss her neck.
“Funny.”
“I thought so.”
“God, you feel so good. I don’t ever want to leave this bed,” she says.
“We don’t have to.”
“Eventually we do.”
“Not really. We can quit our jobs and live off the land.”
“And die of hunger?”
I dramatically lift my body and look between our bodies, down toward her mound. “I’m not gonna starve.”
She slaps my chest and laughs, tilting her head back just enough to look up at me. Her hair is a mess, her lips are swollen, and she’s never looked more beautiful. Because she’s mine. And I’m hers.
I lean down to kiss her, slow and sweet, and she hums against my mouth. But her legs shift open as if she wants more.
My stomach growls. Too loudly to be ignored.
