Below me, Ryan takes over, slamming his hips against mine a few more times before he loses rhythm, too, his hand pumping mine on his dick. “God—ahh—” He cries out, his cum spilling all over our joined hands as he falls apart beneath me.
We’re a pair of moaning messes, bodies trembling, our skin flushed and slick with sweat. I gasp as the stimulation becomes too much, grabbing the toy and lifting myself off it. I feel empty in the best way with it gone. Carved out, like a coconut without its water. I’m careful as I pull the shaft from him and turn it off, setting it aside.
He lies there, spread-eagle and breathless, gazing up at me through half-lidded eyes. “Come here, baby.”
I crawl over top of him, my weight pressing him down as he wraps me in his arms. We kiss long and deep, taking our time as our bodies stop trembling.
Then he’s rolling me to our sides, our legs tangling, before he rolls me to my back. Now it’s his weight pressing me down. He kisses down my body, pausing to pay special attention to my breasts. “Someday I wanna fuck these.”
I just smile, my hands smoothing through his hair. “Be my guest.”
He kisses down my body, over my belly, and around my navel. Then he’s between my legs, his shoulders pushing my thighs open as he closes his mouth around my clit, sucking my wet release into his mouth.
I cry out, toes tingling as he licks lower, savoring every drop of me. By the time he’s done, I’m even more of a shaking mess.
He pants for breath, crawling back up my body to claim my lips, rolling us back to our sides. “You’re mine,” he says between kisses. “I love you, Tess.”
“Langley’s girl,” I reply, kissing him back. “I love you, Ryan. I’m yours. No more running. I just want to be yours.”
60
“Wow,” I say, eyes wide as I take in Rachel and her guys walking through the doors of the event hall.
Jake is at her left, dressed to kill in a sleek black tux, his dark hair oiled back. “I know, we clean up good, right?” he says with a teasing grin.
Ilmari is on her other side, looking like he’s about to go involuntarily donate a kidney. His stupidly handsome bearded face is solemn, his long blond hair combed back into a neat top knot. His tux is charcoal grey and fitted like a dream.
Between them, Rachel flounces up in a slinky black dress with a high neck and a thigh-high slit. Her hair is swept down and to the side in an artful knot, a pair of gorgeous ruby and diamond earrings twinkling in her ears.
“Rach,” I gasp, my gaze locking on the jewels. I think in a past life I was a dragon. I am entirely too infatuated with shiny, pretty things.
“You like?” she says with a smile, turning her head left and right. “They were a wedding present from the guys. I was excited to finally have a reason to wear them.”
I turn my attention to Ilmari. “You still mad at me about all this?”
He just scowls. “I’m not giving the speech.”
“Oh, yes, you are, and it’s gonna be great,” I counter. “And I’ll have you know, we’ve already had several donations pour in this week by people who can’t attend.”
“Whoa, how much?” says Jake.
“Almost enough to match Ilmari’s initial donation,” I reply, hands on my hips.
“You’re—oh, shit—seriously?” Jake turns to Ilmari. “Dude, that’s fucking amazing. This is gonna work.” He spins back to me. “Tess, this was so cool of you to do this for him. This is gonna be great.”
“Of course, it is,” Rachel says with a confident smile. “It’s a Tess event. She doesn’t miss.”
“The food better be good.” Caleb steps around his partners to stand on Ilmari’s other side. He must have been parking their car.
I take him in, eyes wide. “Cay, you look…well, stop-thinking-words hot,” I say with laugh.
He just shrugs. He’s wearing a sleek navy suit, fitted to a T, with his hair slicked back too.
I take in the picture of the four of them together. “Okay, this should be illegal,” I say, gesturing between them. “This level of hotness in one family is totally unfair to the rest of humanity. We’re all out here just doing our best, and then in walk the four of you. It’s criminal.”
“Can you just imagine how cute our kids are gonna be?” Jake teases.
“I told you, we’re not doing child pageants,” Caleb says, glaring at his husband.
“We are gonna do pageants, and we’re putting all the money our babies win into the ‘Buy Jake a Sea-Doo’ fund.”