Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) (29 page)

I want to feel like I'm hers.

I blink my eyes open as the kiss breaks. She's looking down at me through heavy lids. Her hazel eyes are filled with affection and desire. Her pink lips press together then part with a sigh of pleasure.

I need my hands on her skin. I need to feel more of her. I press my palm into her lower back and pull her body closer. Then I reach up and run my fingers over her cheek.

She leans into the gesture. Her eyes close. Her lips part with a sigh, a louder one this time.

"Thank you for pushing me." I cup her palm with my cheek. "But don't fucking do it again."

"I won't."

"I understand why you did this, kid, but I don't need anybody else loving me." I stare into her hazel eyes. Now, they're wide. They're fixed on mine. "I have you."

"But-"

"No but. The way you look at me every morning, that's more than enough to convince me I'm loved. That I matter."

I unbutton her jeans and push them off her hips. She lifts her ass, her pelvis pressing against my stomach, her chest pressing against my forehead.

Damn, not gonna be able to think for much longer. Blood is fleeing my brain at an alarming rate.

I grab her panties and push them aside. There. My fingers find the lines of her tattoo.
Tom
in curly letters. She never even jokes about how she could add to it to make it
Tomorrow
or
Tomato
or some other shit like that.

I trace the lines again and again. "That's better than any reconciliation with any person who ever hurt me."

She groans. "You're making conversation difficult."

"You're making things
hard
." I bring her body onto mine so she can feel my hard-on.

Her groan gets louder. Still, she looks me in the eyes. "I'm trying to be a supportive wife."

"As opposed to?"

"Jumping your bones when you're trying to talk about something important."

"Never gonna complain about you jumping my bones."

"I know." She slides her arms around my shoulders and grinds her crotch against mine. "But this is important. I love you so much, Tom. I love you so much it takes my breath away."

"Me too."

"I don't know what I'd do without you." She presses her fingers into the back of my neck. Her voice is low, needy. "I'm not sure I'd survive."

"You don't have to. I'm always going to be yours."

She presses her lips to mine. "I'm always going to be yours."

"You still want to adopt kids one day?"

She smiles. "I haven't changed my mind since Ophelia asked about it a few days ago." Her fingers slide into my hair. "I want to enjoy our life together, just us, for a while first. But one day, in five or ten years, when I'm ready to take care of someone else, then yes. I want to have a family with you, but I still have a lot to learn about taking care of myself."

"You're gonna be a great mom."

"You're gonna be a great dad." She plays with my hair. "But I think it's bad luck to say this kind of stuff before sex. It's an incantation for birth control failure."

I laugh. "What makes you think we're having sex, kid?"

"Hmm, I wonder." She grinds against my erection. "How can you concentrate with that thing?"

"Practice."

"Those six weeks of celibacy?"

"Every fucking inch of my body wanted yours." I press my forehead to hers. "Whatever happens in our lives, even if adoption doesn't work out, if kids don't work out, I'll have enough love. Your love is more than enough."

"Is it cheesy if I ask you to make love to me?"

"Very."

"I'm going to do it anyway. Make love to me." She presses her lips to mine. "You're my everything, Tom."

"You're my everything."

She's right. Words aren't enough to express this. Sex isn't enough to express it either. I could spend every minute of every day telling her I love her, and that wouldn't be enough.

Fuck, that's cheesy as all hell.

But it's true.

Willow kicks off her shoes. I push her jeans and panties to her feet. Then they're gone, and she's nearly naked on my lap.

My body takes over.

I unzip my jeans and push them off my hips. Then the boxers. Usually, I'd warm her up first, but she's already wet and I need inside her. Now.

I bring my hands to her hips and position her body over mine. She slides her hands into my hair. Her knees spread wider.

My tip strains against her.

I stare into her eyes as I bring her body over mine. Slowly, I slide inside her. I can feel every fucking inch of her stretching to take me.

It always feels like more than sex with Willow, but right now-

Fuck, right now, I'm home.

I do away with her sweater, her blouse, her bra. She does the same with my hoodie and my t-shirt.

Then her chest is pressed against mine. The skin on skin contact fills me with something I can't explain. This closeness, this wholeness.

Fucking cheesy shit, but still, I don't care.

We stay pressed like that, bodies working together, tongues dancing together. It doesn't take long for pleasure to well up inside me. Usually, I can hold off, but right now, fuck.

Right now, I need her to come with me.

Need to feel her pulsing around me.

I slide my hand around her hip and rub her with my fingers. She breaks our kiss to groan.

Her eyes meet mine. "Tom." She slides her hands into my hair then pulls me into a deep kiss.

Then she's groaning again.

"Fuck, Tom." She presses her forehead to mine. "Come for me."

Fuck yes. I rub her harder. "You too."

She nods then she's moving faster, taking me deeper, rocking her hips to use my hand like it's her plaything.

I bring my other hand to the back of her head and pull her into a deep kiss.

A year ago, I wouldn't have believed I could have been this guy with a house and wife and all this fucking love in my life.

Would never have believed I could feel like this.

I always thought women wanted me to show them the world, but it's the other way around. Willow showed me the whole fucking world.

Fuck, Willow.

I kiss her deeper. I can't hold off any longer. I rub her harder. I groan into her mouth as an orgasm takes over.

Then she's breaking the kiss to groan. She's coming with me, holding my hand against her just where she needs it.

I can feel her pulsing as I come inside her.

Her groans vibrate across my chest and neck.

When she's spent, she collapses on top of me. Her eyes meet mine, this look of affection that says,
I love you
.

I don't even need words with her.

I use them anyway.

"I love you, kid."

She runs her hands through my hair. "I love you too."

––––––––

J
ess

The Tesla is quiet as a mouse. It's a well-needed oasis of calm after the last few days.

Dinner with Tom and Willow was enough to put me in a
need silence now
state of mind. I enjoy my almost brother-in-law and his wife, but the man takes up a lot of energy.

My fiancé is nothing like his brother in terms of conversation. He's a man of few words. Except when the topic shifts to sex.

Then he can fucking talk.

Pete turns to me. His lips curl into a smile that lights up his dark eyes. He knows I'm thinking dirty thoughts about what his mouth can do.

I clear my throat. I'll tell him exactly where I want his mouth... once we're someplace private. Well, private and stationary.

"I still can't believe you stopped for a charge in Barstow. We could have tested Peeta's stamina." I run my fingertips over the dash. "Why did I let you drive my car again?"

"You're sick of driving downtown in traffic."

"Sounds like a ratchet."

He chuckles. "Suggesting I used illicit means to convince you?"

I nod.

"You want to take over, do it. I'm sure Peeta likes having your hands around him."

I shake my head. I'd rather have my hands on him.

Right now. Then for the rest of the night.

Ahem. "Peeta loves threesomes. He missed you."

His chuckle is deeper this time. "
He
missed me?"

"I missed you too. But who do you think consoled me on my drives home from school, when I was lamenting that you wouldn't be at home?" I pat the dash.

Pete chuckles. "I'll destroy him if he's moving in on my woman."

"He'd never."

"Doesn't sound like it."

I take him in again. The black hair, the dark eyes, the soft lips, those strong shoulders, and the tattoo peeking out of his v-neck—the one he got for me.

God damn, it's good to see him. He's been on tour the last four weeks. He flew in for one weekend—it was closer to a day—but we spent the rest of the time apart.

He's only been back a few days. We've spent most of that time tending to our friends' sudden plans. First, Meg and Miles decided they wanted to get married in Las Vegas. Then Kara and Drew announced a pregnancy. Now, Tom and Willow are up to something.

I love our friends—they're sweet and supportive in a way my family never has been—but I need some quality time alone with Pete.

I need a few days in our hotel room without interruptions.

And without clothes.

So I'm not sure why we're driving away from our Las Vegas hotel room. "Where are we going?"

"Any reason you ask?"

No sense in playing coy, not with Pete. "I would like to have sex with you."

He smiles. "I like when you're direct."

"I'll stoop to unzipping your jeans."

"Stoop?"

"It's tacky."

"Not complaining."

"Well, what if I went down on you?"

"Baby, is that supposed to be a threat?"

"Maybe." Now that I'm thinking semi-straight, it's not a very convincing threat. It's more an invitation.

It's a very, very appealing invitation. But I'm not nearly reckless enough to attempt it while the vehicle is moving.

"You really think I'll stop you?" he asks.

Of course he won't.

He smiles. "You're gonna make me crash poor Peeta."

He's right. It's a terrible bluff. But maybe I can convince him to park the car in some empty lot right away.

I need our bodies joining. I need my lips pressed against his and his cock buried deep inside me.

I need him. Period.

I recline my seat and look out the sunroof. It's well past sunset. The stars are starting to shine bright against the dark sky. The moon is big and silver.

My first semester of law school is done. Grades are in—somehow, I managed straight
A
s. There isn't much to worry about until Spring semester starts in January.

There's another week and a half until the band starts touring again, but Christmas and New Year
'
s Day are in the middle of that.

I need more time for us.

A sign announces that we're leaving Las Vegas. "Where
are
we going?"

"It's a surprise."

"A good surprise?"

"You'll like it." He smiles. "I can pull off on a side street if you can't wait to get your hands around me."

God, he's not even trying and he makes it sound hot as hell.

I can wait. I don't want to wait, but I can. If I change the subject immediately. "Tom was acting cagey."

"Tom's always like that."

"Yeah, but more than normal."

"I think Willow is up to something."

"How can you tell?" She's such a sweet woman. I can't imagine her up to anything.

"Guilt's all over her face." He glances at me. "Neither of them knows how to hide their feelings."

"You say that like it's a bad thing."

He shakes his head. "They're cute."

"You miss living with him?"

"Sometimes." He plants his hand on my knee then drags his fingertips up my thigh. "Prefer my new roommate."

"Who you calling a roommate?" I grip the edge of the seat as his hand slides under my skirt. It's incredibly difficult to get anything but a moan off my lips. "Should I move into my office?"

I'm wearing tights, but I can still feel all the heat of his skin.

"That's gonna make it hard for me to live up to my promise to make you come every day." He presses his palm between my legs. "But I'll try."

"You wouldn't object?"

"Doesn't matter. You aren't going to do it." He rubs me over my tights.

"Pete," I groan. "You're going seventy miles an hour."

"You want me to stop?"

No, but— "I want to get wherever we're going alive."

He nods. Slowly, he drags his hand down my thigh and brings it back to the steering wheel.

"I won't be upset if you turn around and go straight to our hotel room." I press my knees together to calm the heat racing through my body. It not at all helpful. I'm burning with desire.

It's still hard to believe it's possible to want another person this much. To trust another person this much.

His voice is steady, deep. "You should make me feel special if you want in my pants."

"Should I?"

"Yeah."

"How about if I say,
fuck me
?"

"Saying it like that won't do shit for you."

I laugh. His directness is still refreshing. Pete isn't like anyone else I've known. He's more authentic, more honest, more caring... fuck, he's better in every conceivable way.

He's certainly more of a tease. I like teasing back, but I haven't got a clue where we're going or for how long. What if it's hours until we're alone in our hotel room?

I'm already close to pushing my tights to my knees and bringing his hand to my thigh.

The man is skilled, but I'm not sure he's skilled enough to drive and get me off at the same time.

His dark eyes are on the road. There's a smile on his lips. His loose grip on the steering wheel is effortless.

He's having fun.

I make my voice low and seductive. "Fuck me."

He chuckles. "That a command or a demonstration?"

I'm not sure. The backseat is a perfectly good location. Or the passenger seat. But not while we're speeding down the highway. "You're not going to tell me where we're going, are you?"