Page 202 of More than Friends

I laugh. “You gave him this outfit.”

“So he could match Everett.” She says with a laugh. She’s back at work. She returned two months ago on a modified schedule and has worked her way up to full time. She’s herself again, happy and relaxed.

“They are pretty stinking cute together,” Declan says.

Ian yawns and I say. “I’m going to put him down and then come back out for the fireworks.”

“Yeah. That’s where I’m headed too. We’re going to let Vivi stay up and will probably regret it tomorrow, but I doubt she’ll be able to sleep either way. Isaiah is spending the night, and they are so hyped up right now.”

I flick my eyes over to the kids, running in circles around the living room furniture.

“What did you feed them, Elizabeth?”

“Oh just ice cream and pop rocks all day. It’s Fourth of July, after all.”

Declan laughs as we head down the hall. He helps me get Ian settled. As soon as we leave the room, I grab his wrist and say, “Come with me.”

We’re staying the night, sleeping in the room beside Ian’s. I pull Declan into our room and shut the door. He arches one of his eyebrows and starts to open his mouth. I put my finger over his lips and practically drag him over to the bed.

I push him back onto the bed until he’s sitting. He starts to open his mouth again, but I put my finger to his lips again. “‘No.”

“Can’t I talk, Buttercup?”

I shake my head. “Nope.”

His eyes sparkle. I pull his shirt over his head and then trail my fingers over his newest tattoo. It sits right above his heart, Ian’s birthday under a small flower – a buttercup. He grabs my hand and lifts it to his mouth – kissing my knuckles. I motion for him to move back on the bed. Once he’s in place, I step out of my underwear and then crawl onto the bed.

“I’ve been watching you all day,” I say as I undo his pants. His eyes simmer with desire. “Waiting for the right time to do this.”

I jerk his pants down and then straddle him, rubbing myself on him with my bare pussy under my dress.

He smiles and lowers the straps of my dress, letting them fall until I’m naked from the waist up. My dress is bunched into a puddle at my waist.

His hands find my breasts as I lower myself onto him. We both groan as he slides inside.

“Can I talk?” he says, with a sly grin.

I shake my head as I start to roll my hips into his. “No, Dex. I told you - talking isn’t allowed.”

He smirks.

I lean forward and kiss him as I continue to grind my hips into him. We don’t take our time – it's fast and hot and feverish until I collapse on top of him.

We clean up quickly and return the party. He keeps giving me heated looks across the room. I’m sure everyone notices.

“Does Ian normally take that long to go to sleep?” Eli asks with a knowing smirk.

I’m sure my face is bright red. Declan just claps his hand on Eli’s back and says, “It takes as long as it takes.”

“Philosophical,” Eli mutters.

“How was Thailand?” Brooklyn asks.

Zadie is opening popsicles for the kids and calls across the room, “I can’t believe you took a baby to Thailand.”

“You can’t?” Juno laughs.

“Okay, I can. It goes sound like something Declan would do.”

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