“Sure.” I shrug.
Leo wraps his arm around me, pulls me to his side and kisses my temple, and I immediately stiffen.
I’ve never, ever had public displays of affection in front of my family before.
“I’m not a touchy-feely person, remember?” I whisper to him.
He leans in and lays his lips against my ear. “Get over it, sunshine. You’re mine, I’m yours, and I will touch you.” He lightly kisses me again and straightens, his face completely neutral, and I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck.
Luke is watching us thoughtfully while he runs his fingertips up and down Natalie’s arm. The rest of the room, including Mark and Meg, are oblivious. I offer Luke a shrug and a slight smile and focus on the game.
“It’s a tent, people!” Will laughs and passes the box along.
“I haven’t been wet in a while,” Brynna announces, and I spit out my margarita.
“How many drinks have you had?” I ask her.
“Too many,” Caleb responds. “Excuse us, we need to talk.” He grips Brynna by the arm and leads her back to Luke’s office, and we hear the door slam.
I look back and forth between the girls—Jules, Nat, Meg and Stacy—and we all erupt in laughter.
“No orgasm talk tonight,” Matt announces in warning.
“Who talks about orgasms?” Mark asks with interest. My baby brother is adorable, and all grown up. He looks so much like Luke and our dad, tall and fair and strong.
And he’s a manwhore.
“The girls have a habit of talking about orgasms when alcohol is involved,” Nate fills him in and shakes his dark head.
“More drinks, ladies?” Mark asks with his charming, melt-your-panties grin.
“More drinks!” Stacy agrees.
“Orgasms are a perfectly fine thing to talk about.” Jules takes a long sip of her drink and offers Nate a goofy grin. “They’re better when they’re apagasms.”
“Julianne!” Nate growls.
“What? Meg called them that first.” She points at Meg, who widens her eyes innocently.
“I did?” she asks.
“Yeah, remember? In the van.”
“I was completely wasted in the van, Jules.” Meg laughs. “But apagasms sound good to me.”
“You fucking told them?” Nate turns on Jules in shock, and she clasps her lips shut and looks almost embarrassed for a minute, but then wraps her arms around his neck and kisses him square on the mouth.
“If you’ve got it, flaunt it, ace.”
“Uh, sweetheart, you don’t got it,” he reminds her, but she holds up her left hand and wiggles her ring finger at him.
“Yeah, I do.”
“I’m surprised you don’t have one.” I turn to Leo to find his eyes wide in surprise and his mouth gaping. “You’re pierced everywhere else.”
“I’m not getting my dick pierced!” He gapes at me like I’ve just told him he should get it cut off.
I snort. Yes, snort. He’s adorable.
“Oh, don’t be a pussy, I’ve heard really, really good things about the apa. And speaking of pussies”—I gesture at Meg with a grin—“even your sister has her clit pierced.”
“What the fuck?” Leo exclaims, scowling between me and Meg and back again. “I raised you better than that!”
“Way to go!” Mark offers her a high-five.
“Can we see it?” Nate asks and wiggles his eyebrows, earning a punch in the arm from Will.
“It’s really pretty.” Jules smiles sweetly, and Natalie nods in agreement.
“You guys have seen it?” Stacy asks.
“Yeah, we went with her when she got it.”
“I wanna see it!” Stacy bounces in her seat, her margarita gripped tightly in her hands.
“What do you want to see?” Brynna asks as she and Caleb come back into the room, calmer than when they left, but Brynna’s pretty face is flushed.
Interesting.
Meg shrugs and climbs into Will’s lap. He wraps his big arms around her and kisses her head. “I wanted a piercing,” she informs Leo and winks at me.
“Eyebrow, ear, nose, belly button.” He points passionately with his finger with each suggestion. “Are all acceptable piercings.”
“That’s not what I wanted.”
“Jesus.” He pulls his tattooed hand down his face and laughs. “I don’t ever, ever need to know stuff like this about you.”
“Hey,” Will says. “Don’t knock it till you try it.”
“So, back to orgasms,” Stacy begins, and Caleb jumps up, waving his arms about.
“No! No, no, no! No orgasm talk tonight.”
“I could talk about orgasms,” Mark offers.
“No! I’m serious.” Caleb glares at all of us, and I decide to put him out of his misery.
“Okay, guys…we’ll discuss the O during girls’ night.”
“Good plan,” Leo whispers under his breath. “I don’t need to hear my sister talk about getting off, and”—his voice drops further—“every time I make you come, is between you and me, sugar. No one else.”
Well, now I’d be happy to discuss orgasms. My purple panties are soaked.
“How are the living arrangements working out?” Matt asks Caleb and Brynna.
“Fine.” Caleb shrugs.
“He’s nice to the girls,” Brynna comments with soft deep brown eyes.
Dear God, she’s fallen for him! What the hell has been going on in that house?
We all exchange glances, but no one pushes the subject.
Caleb’s face softens into a smile, and he rests his big hand on Brynna’s denim-covered knee. “They’re easy to be nice to.”
“No kid talk,” Stacy scolds them. “We agreed. We’re pretending we’re young, with no responsibilities.”
“I am young with no responsibilities,” Mark reminds us all with a satisfied smile. “I recommend it.”
“Right, ’cause you hate kids.” I smirk. “You can’t stand holding Livie.”
“I love her. And then she goes home, and I go find a warm body for the night.” He winks, and I scowl back at him.
“Gross.”
“I’m not sure Sam should be having babies any time soon,” Meg announces with a laugh.
“Why not?” Luke asks.
“Well, there was a diaper…” Leo reaches over and covers Meg’s mouth with his hand, making her sound like Charlie Brown’s teacher.
“I’m just definitely not ready,” I tell him quickly. “Not terribly maternal. You know.” I shrug and glance over at Nat to find her laughing, holding her stomach.
“Did Liv blow out her diaper when you watched her?” she asks and wipes tears from her eyes.
“What the hell do you feed her?” Leo demands.
“Stop talking about kids!” Jules interrupts. “And definitely stop talking about poop.”
“She said poop.” Will laughs.
“What are you, twelve?” Matt asks him.
“Like you didn’t snicker.”
“Shit, now I want chocolate.” Brynna bites her lip.
“Do you have chocolate?” Jules asks Natalie.
“I live here, girls, and I’m pregnant. Of course there’s chocolate! Follow me!” Nat jumps up, and we all eagerly follow behind, taking our drinks with us to the kitchen.
Natalie retrieves some snacks from the pantry and then opens her fridge and begins piling goodies on the countertop. “We have chocolate ice cream, Kisses, brownies, and whipped cream.”
“I am so in love with you right now, I want to lay you out on this countertop and eat this shit off of you.” Jules hugs Nat tight and pulls down bowls, passes them around.
“Don’t mind us, we’ll just watch,” Nate calls from the living area.
“Oh my God, so good.” Brynna moans as she chews a chunk of brownie.
I love Brynna’s body. Like Nat, she’s curvy, but more so.
“I wish I had your boobs,” I tell her, not able to keep the envy out of m
y voice.
She smirks. “Right.”
“Dude, I do!” I take a sip of my drink, already happily fuzzy in the brain, and walk over to her and cup her size-C boob in my palm. “See? You have the perfect boobs. Stace, have you felt her boobs?”
“Oh yeah.” Stacy waves me off. “She has great tits.”
“I wanna feel!” Jules bounces over to us.
“Give me more chocolate, and you can touch all you want.” Brynna laughs. “This is the most action I’ve had in months.” She glares in Caleb’s direction, and he swears long and loud.
“Your boobs are fine the way they are, sunshine.” Leo reminds me from the living room, and I blow him a kiss.
“I’m glad you approve, sexy man.”
We continue to gorge ourselves on junk, while the guys laugh and argue about football and cars and other things that I just frankly don’t give a shit about.
“So, how’s the sex?” Jules asks.
“I don’t want to know.” Meg frowns. “Wait. Yeah, I do. Spill.”
I so want to tell them. I really, really do.
“And after you tell us about the sex, tell us how you are,” Natalie adds.
They’re all looking at me with a mixture of curiosity, sympathy and pure pride.
God, I love these girls.
“The sex is…amazing,” I admit and bite my lip. “I’m good. We’re still figuring it out.”
“Sounds about right.” Nat nods with approval. “He’s sexy, that’s for sure.”
“God, he’s sex on a stick,” Stacy agrees.
“I want to lick his stars,” Brynna adds, and we all giggle.
“Dude, I do that all the time. They’re so lickable.”
“I hate you.” Brynna laughs. “I really hate you.”
“Yeah, ’cause living with a hot Navy SEAL is so difficult.”
“Asshole won’t touch me, no matter how hard I try,” she whispers.
Jules’ eyes go wide in surprise. “Oh my God!” she gasps.
“Talk about sex on a stick,” Meg agrees. “Look at them. Goddamn, we’re in the same house with what looks like an issue of People magazine’s sexiest men alive.”
“I need an orgasm.” I sigh just as Leo looks in my direction and catches my eye. A slow, smug smile spreads across his handsome face, as if he can read my mind.
Probably because he can, damn him.
“I don’t know what else you guys are trying to figure out,” Meg comments and unwraps a kiss.
“It’s only been a few weeks,” I remind her.
“True.” She shrugs and pops the chocolate in her mouth.
My favorite Sara Bareilles song, King of Anything, begins to play over the sound system. “God, I love this song.”
“I do, too!” Jules toasts me, and all of us girls begin to sing and dance around the kitchen, using forks for microphones, laughing and shaking what our mamas gave us.
Who cares if you disagree
You are not me
Who made you king of anything
The song ends, and we high-five and spin around to the sound of applause coming from our laughing men.
I don’t remember the last time I had this much fun and felt so…content.
We bow for the men.
“Encore!” Mark yells. “With less clothes. Except you, Sam, keep your shit on.”
“We’re a one-song show, guys. Sorry.”
“I think it’s time we head out anyway,” Isaac responds as the guys wander into the kitchen to join us. He wraps his arms around his wife and kisses her cheek.
“It’s late,” Nate murmurs to Jules.
“Killjoys,” Meg grumbles but laughs when Will plants his hands on her ass and lifts her up to plant a kiss on her. “Okay, I could go home.”
Leo slides up behind me and wraps his arms around my middle, pulling me firmly against his flat abdomen and, after stiffening for just a moment, I relax against him.
“That’s better,” he whispers in my ear. “I’m ready to have you to myself.”
“Okay.” I grin up at him. “Let’s go.”
Will has already carried Meg to the door, and the rest of us grab our jackets and say our goodbyes.
Leo escorts me to the car and holds my door open for me. He’s a gentleman rock star, I’ll give him that.
We’re about halfway home when I just can’t stand it anymore. I unclasp my seat belt and turn in the seat, startling him.
“What are you doing?”
“Can you scoot that seat back a little more and still drive comfortably?” I ask.
He pushes a button on the side of the seat that moves him back a few inches. I unbuckle his belt and unfasten his loose jeans, pull his growing cock out of his tight black boxer-briefs. I lower my face down to him, suck him into my mouth firmly and groan as he hardens instantly.
“Holy fuck!” he exclaims and buries one hand in my hair.
I don’t give him a chance to get used to my mouth. I assault him, in the best way possible, sucking and running my teeth gently along his skin, licking and gripping him with my lips, jacking him with my hand.
“Sam, Jesus, what the hell, baby?”
I prop my ass in the air, my knees on the seat, and grin around his cock when I feel him slap my ass.
I suck harder and feel the tension grip his thighs just before he comes hard, squirting into the back of my mouth. I swallow quickly and continue to gently caress his dick with my lips until he relaxes in the seat again.
He grips my chin between his thumb and forefinger and lifts my face to his, kisses me deeply and quickly, and then smiles with lust in his gray eyes. “Not that I’m complaining because that was fan-fucking-tastic, but what was that for?”
“I love your cock.” I shrug and sit back in my seat. “I wanted to suck it. So I did.”
“Can’t argue with that.” He laughs. “But you’re lucky I didn’t drive us off the road.”
“You’re a good driver.” I wave him off and laugh. “I wasn’t worried.”
He links his fingers with mine and rubs his thumb over my knuckles. “What color is your underwear?”
“Purple.”
“Are they favorites of yours?” he asks casually.
“I do like them, yes.”
“Then I suggest you take them off before I get my hands on you when we get home unless you want another pair of ripped panties, sunshine, because I’m taking you against the front door.”
“Well, can’t argue with that.”
Chapter Fifteen
Leo shuts my front door behind us, catches my hand in his before I can walk farther into the room, spins me and pushes me up against the door, his mouth on mine and hands yanking and tugging on my clothes.
“You weren’t kidding.”
“Hell no,” he mutters and pulls my shirt over my head, unclasps and slips my bra off, and cups my breasts in his hands. “Your tits are perfect, you know.”
“They’re not very big.” I wrinkle my nose at him and pull his tee over his head.
“They’re perfect for your small body, baby.” My back arches as his lips claim my right breast, and he tugs my jeans down and off my legs.
“Don’t rip those,” I mutter when his hands close around my panties.
He growls and peels them down my legs as well, plants his hands on my ass and lifts me, wrapping my legs around his waist, pinning me against the door.
“You make me fucking crazy,” he murmurs against my lips. “You are so damn hot.” He slips inside me, to the root, and holds me there, between his hard body and the hard door to my back. “I wanted to pull my car over and fuck you there at the side of the road.”
“Next time.” I grin at him and bite his lower lip, pull on his piercing, and gasp as he thrusts hard, in long, smooth strokes.
He’s so strong, his arms are flexed and bracing me firmly.
He buries his face in my neck and bites me lightly, then soothes the skin with his lips. “You feel amazing. God, I love being insi
de you bare.”
“Mmm,” I agree and bury my hands in his soft hair, pull his head back and kiss him hard, our tongues sliding over each other, noses nuzzling, until I feel my legs start to shake. “Oh God, Leo.”
“That’s it, baby,” he whispers and increases his speed, “Give it to me.”
“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I chant and suddenly, the orgasm washes over me, clenching every muscle of my body. I cling to him and ride it out, and as I come down, he pivots and carries me across the room, down the hall to the bedroom.
Without pulling out of me, he lays me back on the bed, braces his hands on the mattress at my shoulders, and moves even faster, chasing his own climax.
I reach down between us and circle my clit with my fingers, the zing of electricity spurring my pussy muscles to tighten around him even more. His eyes are pinned to my fingers, to the place where our bodies are joined.
“So beautiful,” he whispers. “Keep touching yourself.”
“You’re bossy,” I mutter with a grin.
His hot gray eyes shoot up to mine, and he grins at me, wolfishly, possessively.
He leans down to his elbows, trapping my hand between us, buries his hands in my hair and grins against my lips. “Are you complaining?”
“Nope.” I nibble his lips.
“I didn’t think so,” he whispers and brushes my lips, back and forth, lightly kisses down my jawline to my ear and bites my earlobe. “So beautiful,” he whispers.
With the pressure of my fingers against my nub, Leo’s hips moving quickly and his hard cock moving rhythmically inside me, I’m a goner. My body clenches, and I can’t help but cry out as my climax moves through me like an earthquake.
Leo’s body stiffens, and he cries out as he comes, his hips jerking, his hands tightening against my scalp. He shudders and gasps for air, kisses my cheek and my lips softly and sighs deeply as his gaze catches my own.
“See what you started?” he asks.
“You’re welcome,” I respond with a laugh.
He grins widely. “Let’s take a shower.”
“You’ll get me dirty again.” I pout, teasing him.
“I’ll clean you up, too. C’mon, sunshine, let’s get slippery.”
***
“You’re going to need more than that,” Leo tells me with a frown from the bed.
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