“I’m right here,” I whisper back and slowly move to him. He’s not going to make the first move, and I’ll be damned if I’ll go back to having a platonic relationship with him.
I love him.
I slowly wrap my arms around his waist and press myself against him, his arms still folded and pinned between us. Leaning in, I press a kiss to his sternum and nuzzle his chest through his soft T-shirt with my nose and look up to find his blue gaze watching me.
“You could never hurt me,” I whisper and kiss his chin. “You love me.”
His eyes widen for a fraction of a second, and the next thing I know I’m in his arms, his hands are planted on my ass, and he lifts me to him, kissing me ravenously.
“Are you sure?” he growls.
“If you don’t get us over to that bed,” I respond between kisses, “you’ll have to worry about me hurting you.”
He chuckles and carries me to the bed, and I slide down him until my feet hit the floor, and he begins stripping me out of my clothes.
Not one to feel left out, I return the favor, pull his black T-shirt up his chest and over his head, and let my hands glide down his smooth skin, over his nipples and down his muscular torso.
“You have abs for days,” I murmur, watching my hands roam up and down his stomach.
“We had to do a lot of sit-ups,” he mutters drily and pulls me down onto the bed with him, and then, as if I weigh nothing at all, he flips me around to face his feet and lies on his back. “I’ve been dreaming of having your sweet cunt sitting on my face for months.”
“I hate that word, you know,” I tell him and balance myself with my hands flat on his stomach as he plants my knees beside his shoulders and spreads my core wide open.
“What?” He gently licks me, barely running his tongue along my lips, making me gasp. “You swear almost as much as Jules, except when the girls are around, of course.”
“It just seems like a dirty word,” I whisper and gasp again when I feel his tongue sweep from my clit down to my lips and back up again, harder now, pushing against my tender flesh. “Ah God, that feels good.”
“I have the best view right now.” He wraps his lips around my clit and gently pulls, making a smacking noise as he lets go, and I can’t help but move my hips in a circle over him, afraid of smothering him.
“That’s right, baby.” More smacking and pulling as he nibbles my clit and pussy lips over and over again. I clench my hands around his ribs and look down to see his very hard cock standing at attention, and without giving it another moment’s thought, I reach down and circle him with my hand, pulling and pushing, up and down, stroking him firmly.
“Fuck!” His voice is low and hard and makes me dizzy knowing how much I turn him on.
I continue to move my hips, brushing my pussy back and forth across his mouth and lean forward and take as much of his cock as I can into my mouth.
Which means I get only about half of him seated inside me because of his girth and length, but he almost jackknifes off the bed.
“Damn, Bryn!”
“Mmm,” I murmur in agreement and begin to suck him, keeping my lips firm against the velvety skin of his dick, loving the feel of the ridge of his head moving over my lips as he slips in and out.
He slips two fingers inside me, and I lose my concentration and have to sit up, still jacking him and fucking his face.
Dear God, I’m going to come all over his face!
“Caleb, I have to move.”
“Don’t you dare,” he growls against me, the vibrations of his voice pushing me even further toward my release.
I bear down on his fingers and feel the buildup at the small of my back. My pussy clenches, and I come against him, shamelessly grinding against his mouth and nose.
As my head clears, I lean down again and pull his throbbing cock into my mouth, sucking him harder and faster, jacking my hand up and down his shaft, until I can’t stand it anymore.
I need him inside me.
Now.
I pull my pussy away from his face and climb down his long torso, dragging my wetness along his chest as I go. My hips rise as I hold his dick at the root and guide him inside me, settle my knees beside his hips and ride him backward.
“Jesus fucking Christ, Brynna.” His hands glide down my back, on either side of my spine, to my ass and hold on to my hips as I ride him ferociously, gripping and pulling on him with my muscles. I brace myself on one hand between his knees and cup his scrotum in my other hand, gently kneading and pulling on his tender balls. His hands fall from my hips to my calves and slide to my feet, where he holds on, bucking up into me, meeting me with every thrust of my hips, and massages my feet with his big hands.
I’m getting a fucking foot massage while I fuck him senseless!
And it’s fan-fucking-tastic.
His right hand abandons my foot, and I feel him caress the globe of my right ass cheek before he spreads me open and circles the tight rim of my anus, wet from his mouth and my own juices.
“Holy shit!” I cry out, but push back against him. The feeling is foreign and odd, and maybe a little taboo. He doesn’t push his finger inside me, just continues to rub against me.
“You are so fucking beautiful,” he groans, and I know he’s close.
His sack tightens in my hand, and his cock hardens even more inside me. I clench around him and sink down, succumbing to my own orgasm, rocking and shivering over him.
“Oh my God!” I call out as he lets go and comes hard inside me.
Holy shit. I had no idea sex like this existed.
We’re both panting and sweaty, and I’m pretty sure I lost the feeling in my legs about ten minutes ago. I pull forward, allowing him to slide slowly out of me, and before I know it, Caleb pulls me back to him and settles me against him, tucked to his side.
“You are trying to kill me,” he mutters and kisses my forehead. “Holy fuck, Legs.”
“I couldn’t help myself.” I chuckle. “You’re just so…hot.”
He laughs and smiles down at me, those dimples of his on full blast.
“See?” I ask and cup his face in my hand. “This is who we are, Caleb. Don’t forget that.”
He sobers and searches my eyes for a long moment before he pulls me into a strong hug, his nose pressed against my hair.
“You are the best part of my life, Bryn. Don’t you forget that.”
I smile softly and kiss his chest, my eyes heavy with fatigue.
Right back at you.
***
“That outfit you got for the concert is smokin’ hot,” Jules informs me and grins as we walk through the mall in downtown Seattle. “Oh, look! Michael Kors!”
“You need another handbag like you need another hole in your head.” Nate chuckles and kisses her temple.
“A woman can never have too many handbags, ace,” Jules says.
I am shopping today with Jules and Nate, Nat and Luke, and Stacy. It was supposed to be a girls’ day out, but Caleb insisted we take the men along for protection, and he and Matt and Isaac stayed home with the kids.
I think we got the better end of the stick.
Natalie and Luke are walking ahead of us, Luke pushing Olivia’s stroller, and Nat has her arm around Luke’s waist, her hand planted firmly in the back pocket of his blue jeans.
“Hot guys pushing a stroller are really hot,” Stacy whispers to me.
“Luke Williams pushing a stroller is hot,” I respond, and we giggle, shoving each other’s shoulders.
“We can hear you,” Nat calls back to us sarcastically, causing Stacy and I to fall into a fit of laughter.
“I didn’t whisper!” I call back.
“If you’re gonna marry a hot movie star,” Jules taunts Nat from behind us, holding her own hot husband’s hand, “you have to know that people are gonna ogle his hot ass.”
“He does have a nice ass,” Nat agrees and pats it with a smirk.
“I’m glad you approve, baby,” Luke murmurs
to Nat and kisses her softly.
“Gag,” Jules mutters, making me grin. “Hey, guys, I have to use the little girls’ room.”
“Do you need to go to the doctor?” Nate asks. “That’s the fourth time since we’ve been in the mall.”
“No.” She waves him off. “I’ve been drinking a lot of water.”
“No, you haven’t, Julianne.” I look over my shoulder to see Nate glaring down at her.
I’m sandwiched between two of the hottest men on the planet.
The others are at my house right now.
“Come on, girls. Y’all need to freshen your lipstick.” Jules leads the way to the public restroom, leaving Nate, Luke and Livie behind.
“I don’t wear lipstick,” Stacy reminds us as we follow the petite blonde.
Jules is stunning today, just like every day, in a maxi dress with a denim jacket over it and black heels that click along the floor as she walks. She’s the only woman I know who can wear heels all day shopping without needing a foot transplant by the end of it. If I didn’t adore her, I’d despise her.
When we all get in the bathroom, Jules looks under the stalls to be sure we’re the only ones there.
“This isn’t high school, Jules,” Stacy reminds her with a smirk.
“I need you two to keep Nate busy for a while,” she tells Stacy and me, her eyes wide with excitement.
“Why?” I ask. “Where are you going?”
“She and I are going lingerie shopping so she can wear something hot when…” Natalie begins but is cut off by Jules as she jumps up and down and claps her hands excitedly.
“When I tell him I’m knocked up!”
“Holy fuck!” Stacy exclaims.
“Wow!” I agree, and we both rush her and hug her close, rocking back and forth.
“Oh, let me in there,” Natalie says and wraps her arms around all of us.
“This family is suddenly swarming with babies,” Stacy murmurs and wipes tears from her eyes.
“Oh my God, can you imagine how beautiful their baby is going to be?” I ask and hug Jules tightly again. “This gene pool is seriously impressive.”
“I’m so excited for you,” Nat tells her and squeezes her hand.
Jules looks at each of us and sighs with a big smile on her face.
“I know it’s soon. We just got married a few months ago, but…” She shrugs and flips her hair back over her shoulder. “Ready or not, here it comes.”
“Nate is going to be beside himself,” Natalie says with a grin.
“So you’re gonna get all sexed up and then tell him?” I ask with a smile.
That’s so Jules.
“Hell yes, I am.” She nods and then her eyes go wide. “Wait. I really do have to pee again. Why didn’t anyone ever tell me that you pee all the time when you’re preggo?”
“I did tell you,” Nat calls to her through the stall door. “You never listen to me.”
“So what’s the plan?” I ask.
“Why don’t you two take Nate and go get a table at that Italian place across the street, and Jules and Luke and I will meet you there in a few?” Natalie suggests as Jules comes out of the stall and washes her hands.
“Sounds good.” Stacy nods. “I could go for some lasagna.”
“Okay.” Jules grins, and we follow her back out to the guys. “Hey, ace, would you go with Bryn and Stace to get us a table at the Italian place across the street while Nat and Luke and I go buy some baby shit for Olivia?” She smiles sweetly and rubs her fingers over his chest.
He narrows his gray eyes at her for a moment, as though he knows she’s lying and is trying to decide if he should call her out on it or not.
Finally, he shrugs and simply says, “Sure.”
“Bye-bye!” Livie calls from her stroller, smiling and clenching and unclenching her tiny fist backward, doing the toddler wave.
“Bye-bye,” we call back and wave to her, leading Nate out of the mall.
“What is she really buying?” he asks us as soon as we’re out of earshot.
“Baby stuff,” I reply with a shrug, and Stacy nods in agreement, but neither of us can look him in the eye.
“Women always stick together,” he mumbles under his breath.
I giggle and loop my arm through his. “Yep. Glad you’re finally catching on to that.”
We push through the glass doors of the high-end Italian restaurant, and Nate approaches the hostess to request a table, just as Steven and Gail Montgomery are leaving the restaurant, laughing with a tall, very handsome unfamiliar man.
Steven sees the three of us, and his eyes go wide and his face loses all color.
“Hi, guys.” Stacy smiles, happy to see her parents-in-law.
“Oh my goodness! Hello!” Gail pulls us all in for a hug and turns to the tall man who has stepped back and folded his arms over his chest, watching us all with narrowed bright blue eyes.
He has dark, perfectly styled hair and an olive complexion, broad shoulders under a cable-knit sweater, and just the hint of a dark five o’clock shadow dusting his chin.
“Dominic,” Gail addresses him then turns to us, “this is Brynna, Stacy and Nate.” She turns back to us. “This is Dom Salvadore.”
“Hello.” He nods and offers us a half smile, and I do believe my girly parts just came awake.
Who the hell is this guy, and why are Caleb’s parents having lunch with him?
“I think Jules and Natalie will be along in a moment with Luke and the baby, if you’d like to say hi,” Nate offers, his eyes glued to Dom, watching him carefully.
“We would, but we need to go,” Steven responds quickly, ushering Gail out ahead of him. “Kiss Liv for us.”
They wave and quickly exit, leaving the three of us looking back and forth at each other with puzzled expressions.
“Weird,” I finally remark.
“Definitely,” Stacy agrees.
Nate pulls his phone out of his pocket and wakes it up. “She said his name is Dominic Salvadore?” he asks.
“Yeah. What are you doing?” I ask.
“Making a note.” He tucks his phone back in his pocket and winks at me, and I melt.
Nate is seriously hot, but more than that, he’s kind and strong and so good for Jules. We all adore him.
“You could kick his ass,” Stacy offers and smirks at him.
“Of course I could, sweetheart. That was never in question.” He raises an eyebrow and scoffs.
“Did I mention that you have an ego the size of the Space Needle?” I ask.
Nate laughs, a full-out belly laugh, and drapes his arm around my shoulders, hugging me to his hard side, as the hostess motions for us to follow her to our table.
“Ego or not, honey, I could kick his ass.”
***
“I shouldn’t have had that slice of tiramisu,” I mumble and rub my belly as Stacy pulls her minivan into my driveway.
“Who is that behind us?” Nat asks and then giggles. “It’s Will and Meg.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask as I gather my purchases from the back of the van.
“Isaac sent out an SOS,” Will informs us with a laugh.
“What? Why?” Stacy’s voice is surprised, her eyes wide with worry.
“He’s got a cop and a SEAL in the same room with him,” Luke replies with a laugh and lifts Olivia into his arms from her car seat. She laughs with him, as though she knows what he’s talking about. “What could possibly be going on in there?”
We girls all look at each other and immediately make a beeline for the front door. Jules pulls her phone out and has it pointed out like she’s about to take a picture.
“What are you doing?” Luke asks her as I unlock the door.
“I’m ready to document whatever is on the other side of that door.”
Never, in a million billion years, am I expecting what we find inside.
“Holy shit,” Nate mutters under his breath. “Hey, Jules, is it wrong that I suddenly find your
brothers smokin’ hot?”
“Mommy!” Sophie exclaims and runs over to Stacy, hugging her around the knees.
“That’s a great color on you, man,” Luke taunts Caleb, who scowls. No one in the room has moved besides Sophie, and Jules has hit Record on her phone.
The guys are sitting on the floor, around the girls’ small craft table. Josie and Maddie have set up a tea party with what looks to be brand new American Girl dolls—holy crap, that must have cost a fortune—and they all, every last one of them, are wearing tiaras.
Tiaras.
Even Captain Bix is seated dutifully between Josie and Maddie, sporting a princess tiara on his head, his bad ear flopping over the side. His eyebrows move up and down as he surveys the scene.
“Wow, you’re so pretty, Matt,” I mutter, not able to hold it in anymore.
“Okay, tea party is over,” Caleb announces and pulls the pink tiara from his head and hands it to Maddie.
“But you only had one cup,” she complains.
“That was plenty,” he mutters with a scowl and pulls himself up off the floor.
“Isaac, are you wearing a necklace?” Will asks, howling in laughter and pointing at his brothers.
“Sophie wanted me to wear it,” Isaac responds, puffing his chest out. “Just you wait”—he points to Luke—“Liv will do the same to you.”
“This is so going on YouTube,” Jules mutters and continues to film.
“Turn that off now, Jules,” Matt instructs her, his voice hard.
“Not a chance in the world.” She shakes her head and giggles. “This is awesome.”
“Give me your phone!” Caleb lunges for her, and she throws the phone to Meg.
“Take it!” she shouts.
Meg easily catches it and continues to film, moving quickly about the room. As Isaac is about to pull the phone from her hand, she throws it to me.
“Legs, I swear to you, if you don’t give me that phone…” Caleb stomps toward me, glowering at me.
“You’ll do what? Spank me?” I smile sweetly and move the phone out of his reach.
“What is wrong with these women?” Matt asks the room at large.
Luke, Will and Nate are laughing so hard they’re holding their stomachs.