Page 117 of Love Me Again

“You don’t have to apologise, baby. I get your reasons for not wanting a bodyguard, but my priority is always you and Alaia first and foremost.” I explain, brushing my thumb along her jaw, and she smiles beautifully, caressing my chest.

“And you are ours.” She whispers before I lean down and draw her in for the slow, hair-raising kiss I've been dying to give her all day. Shayla moans audibly. Her silky-smooth tongue sinks into my mouth, teasing my own as I back her up against the wall kissing her urgently, covering her body with my own. “At this rate, we don’t need to worry about that lunatic killing us—Oh God – we're going to end up fucking each other to death.” She gasps when I attack her neck, sucking and biting.

I groan, “It’s a good way to go.” I pin her arms above her head, bruising her lips with another hard and wet kiss, savouring in her heavenly taste. I lift her into my arms, pressing my forehead to hers, my cock at her entrance. I moan when she rocks her hips and slides down the length of me, her pussy swallowing me up greedily as I push in to the hilt. I held my promises to her and fucked her hard in the shower, then on the dining table after dinner, then we made love in bed until the early hours. Two whole weeks of sexual frustration, and we well and truly made up for it in one night.

“So...” I pull my gaze from Shayla standing in the kitchen talking to Jo and Aimee to look at Josh, who was sipping his beer, a grin smeared across his face. “I take it things are going well with you and Shay?”

I smirk and take a long chug from my bottle of beer. “You could say that.” I lick my lips and glance over at her again. I scowl when Sam throws a cushion in my face laughing.

“My little sister has got you whipped, bro.” Josh chuckles, shaking his head when I throw the cushion back at him.

“I’d tell you the reasons why bro, but I’m afraid you may need therapy after.” I tease him with a grin, and his face twists in disgust.

Sam shudders, “I don’t need to be hearing that shit, brother. That’s just wrong.” Josh and I laugh in response.

“You should have considered that little detail before you decided to fall in love with one of her best friends. You’ll just have to grin and bear it because I listen to you two dickheads go on and on about how great your sex lives are. It’s only fair I get some bragging rights, too.” I retort mockingly, and Sam glares at me, not so amused. I love winding him up. I would never share any intimate details about our sex life with anyone. That’s our business, and I love that Shay is just as passionate about our privacy. We hear the girls squeal with excitement over something in the kitchen, and I chuckle, watching Shayla laughing. She was glowing and happy.

It’s been a while since we all hung out together, and after everything we’ve been through, we needed some downtime. Shayla invited Josh, Aimee, Sam, and Jo over for a movie night. We ordered Chinese food, and the boys and I were supposed to pick a film to watch. We have yet to do that. Sam leans over and taps my thigh. “How is Shay after everything? Is she coping okay?” He questions, glancing over at her. I follow his gaze and nod.

“Yeah, she’s good. She has days where she feels down and just wants to be alone, but other than that…she’s back to her usual self.” I explain, watching her, and she catches me staring and holds my gaze, puckers up her lips, and blows me a kiss. I grin and wink at her, making her blush a lovely pink when the girl’s awe at her.

Ah, fuck, I love her like crazy.

Two years and I still make her blush just like the day we first met. I’m hoping to make her blush like that when we’re old and grey too.

“She seems happy, and that’s all that matters to me,” Sam smiles and pats my shoulder. “You’re a good man, Richie Rich.”

“Thanks to her.” I sigh contently. “I’m the man I am today because of her,” I say, watching her as she walks over to me, wine glass in her hand and a bowl of sweet popcorn in the other. I pull her in my lap, and she kisses me softly. “Hi,” I mumble against her lips.

“Hey, handsome.” She grins when I nuzzle her nose with my own.

“What are we watching then?” Aimee says, settling in Josh’s lap in the other round loveseat. Jo and Sam take the long, crushed velvet sofa so she could be comfortable being six months pregnant. Sam kisses her forehead and rubs her round baby bump lovingly.

“We actually couldn’t decide,” Josh admits sheepishly, and Aimee rolls her eyes smiling.

“What did I say?” She pipes up, pointing at Shayla and Jo, who chuckle. “I’ll pick something. And if I hear any of you testosterone-bearing schmucks complain, I will kick you where it hurts. You’ll be first Hoult.” She adds, giving me a side glare while I was nuzzling Shayla’s neck.

I scowl. “What did I do now, I’m just sitting here,” I complain, and she narrows her blue eyes at me playfully. “I know you love me, really, Aimes. It’s written all over your face.” I tease, throwing popcorn at her, and she flips me off, grinning.

“I really hate you, you smug git.” I laugh and nestle myself into Shayla's chest with a moan.

“Protect me,” I whisper to Shayla, who giggles and kisses my temple lovingly. Aimee and I have a love-hate relationship. She pretends to hate me, but I know deep down she loves me, really. She’s like the sister I never had, she and Jo both are, and I love them dearly. Once the movie was picked, Aimee chose Pearl Harbour, we ate our food and pretended to watch the film. Not one of us was watching.

You know when you go to the cinema with your friends and girlfriends, and you all just start making out, yeah that was us. Like a bunch of teens in heat instead of the grown adults that we were. I think Shayla and I started it by whispering naughty things to one another about her fantasy of me being in a uniform, and it went on from there.

Josh and Aimee were kissing rather passionately in their love seat. Jo and Sam were too engrossed in each other to acknowledge anything around them, and Shayla and I were flirting shamelessly, teasing one another relentlessly until I was rock hard and throbbing, and she was wet and aching. We sure do make a fine pair.

God, I love my life.

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