Page 52 of Unloaded
“He is his father’s son. He likes your tits, baby girl,” Luke’s voice comes from the background. “I like them, too, but he has taken them over.” I swear it sounds like my brother is pouting.
“Shhh,” Marley scolds, “they can hear you, you know?” Luke’s laughter is cut short by a loud swat, followed by Marley squealing with laughter. I roll my eyes.Seriously?Can they not keep their hands to themselves long enough to have a phone conversation?
“I’m going to hang up now,” I warn. “I do not want to hear that shit! Heard it enough before.” I try to sound pissed, but I’m not successful. Rachel grins at me, causing me to roll my eyes again.
“Oh, poo!” Marley exclaims. “You’re just jealous. I thought for sure you and Rachel would do the deed last night. I got hot and bothered just watching you two around each other.”
“True story!” Luke calls. “I had one hell of a night. Thank you both very much.” Rachel gasps but begins to laugh.
“Fuck, definitely hanging up now!” I end the call, shaking my head. Rachel is shaking on top of me in laughter. I grin, too. I’m glad my brother had amazing sex last night, because I sure as hell did. I feel really, really good this morning. Better than I’ve felt in years. And I have my angel to thank for it.
“God, your family is so funny.” Rachel giggles. “But so embarrassing. I’m really glad you didn’t tell her we had phenomenal sex last night, too.” Her words have me rolling her onto her back so she’s pinned under me. Her laughter dries up to be replaced with desire.
“I’m glad you thought it was phenomenal, because I did, too. But know this, I’d never embarrass you like that,” I inform her. “I, unlike my brothers, don’t have a need to share every detail of my life.
“What we do here, in this bed? That’s between you and me. I’m not sharing one detail. The sounds you make, the way you move with me. That is for me and me only. I’m not about to let anyone else know just how damn good you are at fucking, because then I’d have to fight off every unattached guy in ten states and some of the attached ones.”
Rachel laughs as if she doesn’t believe me, but she should. It occurs to me I would burn the earth for her. Whatever she wants or needs. I’ll take care of her.Fuck me! How am I supposed to ever let her go?
Her stomach growls loudly. Hmm, seems like my girl needs to be fed. I kiss her, because I can’t not kiss her. Her hands begin to explore, but I put a stop to it. She needs sustenance. She’s going to need to keep her strength up. I plan to have her a least a dozen more times before her brothers return.
I wonder if Jason would mind having company a few more days?That’s a question for later though because Rachel’s belly lets it presence be known again, rather loudly.
“Come on, let’s clean up and get some breakfast.” I lift off her, much to her protests. She has the cutest pout on her sexy mouth. “Food first, then more sex, angel.” That gets her attention. She slides out of bed to follow me into the bathroom.
By some miracle and a whole lot of restraint on my part we manage to shower without having sex again. I indulge one of my fantasies, though, by washing her hair and her body myself. It was a win-win on my part, because she then insisted on washing me, too.Sweet, sweet torture.
She got handsy, of course, but I didn’t let her get me off. She needs to eat first. I’ve had blue balls for months. I can endure another hour, especially since I got off so many times last night, before I sink into her again.
We enter the kitchen, fully dressed I might add, when it hits me.Do I even have anything to feed her?I’m considering getting my phone to put in aDoordashorder when she strolls over to the fridge and begins pulling out eggs, bacon, milk, and butter. She places them on the island where she’d cut up vegetables the night before.
Then she’s digging around in my cabinets pulling out bowls, flour, sugar, spices, and all kinds of shit I didn’t know I had. Perhaps I didn’t, and that is what was in all the bags the guys brought in last night.
I walk up behind her, gripping her hips to steady her while she is tiptoeing to reach something on the top shelf. She’s still struggling to reach the glass bowl she wants, so I press into her as I reach over her to grab it. She snatches it from my hand when it’s close enough with a huff.
“I would have gotten it,” she pouts, her lower lip protruding so temptingly. I lean down to nip it when she turns to face me.She swats at my chest playfully as if she doesn’t want me to kiss her, but the moment our lips connect she’s all in, giving as good as she gets.
This is what I love about her. When she commits to something she’s all in, no holding her back.Wait! I can’t be thinking the L-word, no, no, no!
I break our kiss and step back like I’ve been burned, because, yeah, that’s exactly what’s happening. I’m being consumed by this siren. She’s invaded my thoughts, my dreams, and now, it seems my heart, too.I am so fucked!
My eyes find hers to see the hurt I’ve put there by my actions. This is why I’d fought so hard not to go there with her. I knew I’d fuck this up and hurt her. In an instant, the look is gone, and her features are schooled once more. She moves around me to begin preparing our breakfast, acting as if everything is fine.
“I’m going to check in with the guys,” I say over my shoulder, not sparing her a glance as I head toward the front door.
There’s no need to go out and talk to them in person. I could shoot a text, but I need to be away from her to clear my head. I have a decision to make, one I thought I knew the answer to, but now I’m having second, third, and fourth thoughts about it. I thought I could have her, then let her go when the time came, but now I don’t know that I can.
Dalton’s truck is parked just down the street. He must see me coming out the front door, because he gets out, meeting me at the street. “What’s up?” he questions when I’m close enough to hear without him shouting.
“Just thought I’d check in,” I answer, scanning my neighborhood but not seeing anything amiss. His snort has me jerking my head in his direction. He gives me a knowing smirk to which I respond with an eye roll. Damn man knows me better than I know myself.
“I’ll ask again, what’s up?” Dalton demands. “You should be in there buried up in your girl not out here on the street checking on things you know I’ve got covered. Now, fess up. What’s got you spooked?” I glare at him, not because of his nosey-ass questions but because he knows me too well and can already read the situation. I sigh in frustration, running my hand through my hair.
“I fucked up, man,” I confess, staring out at my neighborhood but not seeing anything. I can’t look him in the eye while disclosing just how badly I’ve messed up. “I let her get too close. I don’t think I’m going to be able to let her go, even knowing that’s what’s best for her.”
Dalton’s hand on my shoulder forces me to look at him. He’s known me practically my whole life. He’s the best friend I’ve ever had, and I know he’s the smartest man I know, which is saying a lot because of who my brothers are.
“Why do you think you need to let her go?” I stare at him as if he’s the idiot here and not me. He can’t seriously be asking me this.
