“So fucking pretty,” he murmurs, and it’s like I can feel the vibration of his words against my core. “So wet, so tight,” he says, thrusting his fingers inside me, crooking them at just the right angle.
“I….Oh, God, Knox,” I say, trying my best to whisper. “I’m gonna come,” I tell him, just as he withdraws his hand and replaces it with his tongue. Hungry and greedy, need takes over as he devours me. The sensation is too much and my body shakes with its release. I tug at his hair, needing a way to anchor myself against the waves of pleasure.
When my breathing finally slows, he grins up at me. “Baby, you taste so good,” he says, and I blush at his words.
Bending my legs at the knees, I grasp his shoulders, trying to urge him forward, so he can sink deep inside me. But he just smiles again, his gorgeous mouth glistening. God, that turns me on, and I’m not surprised when he presses hard, wet kisses to my pussy once more. “I need to feel you come on my tongue one more time, baby,” he says, as his fingers tease my entrance, making way for his mouth. Just like before, he drives into me with his tongue, and my body responds in a burst of electricity and light. My fingers grip his scalp, his hair, as I moan, unable to control the way my body reacts to his. His hands cup my ass, lifting me slightly, as though my body is a feast he can’t get enough of. I tumble over the edge, crying out, unable to stop myself.
Knox’s beautiful body moves over mine as he seats himself inside me in one long stroke.
“You feel so good,” I gasp, as he rocks into me again. His arms are braced on either side of me, the muscles contracting each time he thrusts upward. He pulls back, then pushes forward again and again, each time edging us both closer to climax.
Bending his head, he brushes his lips across mine, and I savor the intimate touch as he grinds against me, his thrusts shallow now, that piercing of his hitting my g-spot. I cry out again and reach for his hand. He braces himself up on one arm, still keeping the sweet, steady rhythm of our bodies as I suck his fingers in an attempt to stay quiet.
“Jesus, I love watching those pretty lips,” he says, as I swirl my tongue over his fingers, hungry for any taste of him.
He steadies himself a minute, then sits back, taking me with him so that we’re wrapped up in each other, my ass on his lap, my legs around his waist, and his dick deep inside me. He holds me tight as we rock together. This position is so intimate, I can look into his eyes and see his love reflected there, and every part of my body is touching every part of his.
“Fuck, baby, you feel so good on my dick,” he tells me, his voice raspy and a little breathless. “I need to come. God, I need to come so hard inside you.” He holds me tight as our bodies fuse together.
“Yes, yes, oh God…” I’m reduced to babbling as my third orgasm takes hold while he spills into me.
Minutes later, after he’s taken care of me with a warm, wet cloth, and we’re back in each other’s arms, I look up at my boyfriend. “I love you,” I tell him. I can’t hold back the words any longer. And guarding my heart is useless—he’s more than worthy of everything I have to offer.
“I love you, Willa. Always.” He kisses my cheek as I close my eyes and drift off to sleep.
Epilogue
Knox
One MonthLater
I staredat the sign on the building for a good ten minutes before I got the balls to go in.
Moretti’s Garage.
I’m inside now, walking around the little reception area and looking at the display of windshield wipers and washer fluid like it’s the most interesting and complex thing I’ve ever seen.
What the hell am I doing here? I asked myself that question repeatedly on the two hour drive. Willa wanted to come with me, and so did Ty, but I felt like I needed to do this on my own—not because I don't need their support, but because if this blows up in my face, I’m gonna need a minute to myself to process it.
The ancestry test Willa gave me said I’m the nephew of a guy named Joey Moretti, and a direct match to his older sibling, Jason. A few Google searches later, and I found this place.
So, instead of calling or emailing or messaging like a normal person, I got in the car and here I stand, doubting every decision that led me here. But I can’t make myself leave. The curiosity is too great. I’ve come this far and I need to see it through, even if it ends in awkwardness or disaster.
I’ve braced myself for those outcomes. And I know I’ll be okay, either way. I’ve got Willa and Rose and my boys. I’ve got Ronin, and even Keith. I don’t really need anything else. Definitely not an elder millennial dad.
“Can I help you with something?”
The voice behind me shakes me out of my head and I turn toward the counter. Damn. This guy’s a little taller than me, same dark hair, same square jaw, but bright blue eyes. My nerves dial up as I try to remember all that Punnett Square shit from high school. Memory fails me and anxiousness takes over as I blurt, “I’m looking for Jason Moretti.”
“Holy. Shit.” The guy says, staring, which just puts me more on edge. “What do you want?”
Again my nerves get the best of me and my inner asshole comes out to play. “Just what I said. I want to see Jason Moretti.”
“Jesus.” He turns his head toward a half-open door and bellows, “Jay, get out here.”
“Take care of it, Joey, I'm busy,” a gruff voice yells back.
“Busy sounds about right. Apparently, you were in some shit...what? Eighteen years ago?” The guy, Joey—my uncle, I guess—looks me up and down.
