Page 89 of 4 Hints You Love Your Best Friend

My rough noises mingle with her name on my lips, along with “Ah, fuck. Jolene. Perfect.”

We’re flush now. Hips fused, her knees digging into my sides. I thrust deeper, then go still, affected by everything—the emotion clogging my throat, being with Jo in this way. I frame her face with my hands and look her in the eye. “I love you, Jo. Kind of drowning in it over here.”

Her inner walls pulse around me, and a deep flush blooms up her neck. She turns her head, kisses the center of my palm. “I knew I loved you, Cal. Knew what I felt for you was big, but I didn’t know it would be like this.”

“Scary big?”

“Are you talking about your cock again?”

I bark out a laugh and move, pull my hips back then sink into her tight heat. She gasps.

I grin. “You’re gunning for a punishment, Daniels.”

She moans and thrusts up, meeting my purposeful strokes. “Do your worst. I can take it.”

Fuck yeah. She can.

I resume my new favorite hobby—kissing Jolene’s smart mouth—a little rougher this time. I rotate my hips while locking us tight, grinding against her pelvis, getting so lost in her I’ll need a map to find my kitchen afterward. Each drag out has my mind screamingno. Each push in has me murmuring words likeloveandyouandhome.

“I’m close,” she pants in my ear, clawing at my back.

“Right there with you, baby.”

I alter my angle the way she seems to like, push up into her, hitting the spot that makes her eyes go hazy and her inner walls clamp down.

“Fuck.” One breathy word, then she’s gone, convulsing around me. Tight squeezes that detonate through me. I come in a rush, chasing her pleasure, because that’s my duty now. Following her. Ensuring her happiness before I take my own.

Andhell. Either an earthquake is rocking Windfall, or Jolene just tilted my world.

The aftershocks are an experience of their own, stealing my vision and tremoring through my limbs. When my soul returns to my body, I run my nose up her cheek. “We’ll need to repeat that.”

“Often.”

“Daily.”

“Aim higher.”

I laugh, cuddling her closer.

“I used to imagine,” she says in my ear, trailing her fingers through my hair, “superheroes having sex.”

I grin. “Your brain is weird.”

“Our sex was superhero sex.”

“We should trademark that.”

“I’m still a little shell-shocked I get to have you,” she says, her tone turning serious.

I drop small kisses on her eyelids. “You’re stuck with me now.”

My phone buzzes from my dresser, and I shoot my attention there. In the past, if my phone went off while with a woman, I wouldn’t hesitate to drop what I was doing to grab it. The move always irritated the person, but my family history has made me dependent on the device. If something happened with one of my brothers, or if our father pulled another stunt, I couldn’t wait to find out. The need to be there for them was too strong.

I kiss her again. “Is it okay if I grab that? If it’s one of my brothers or Mom—”

“You don’t have to explain, Cal. I know how important they are to you. Do whatever you need. I never want to come between you and your family.”

I nod, loving her more by the second. I deal with the condom and come back into the room buck-ass naked. Jolene’s eyes are on me. One hot look, and my spent cock takes notice.

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