“Oh, my god,” I moan when he shoves his fingers deeper, hitting a spot that has my entire body lighting up. “Please don’t stop.”
“Never,” Elliot grits out, pushing his palm more firmly against my clit. “I don’t stop until your cum is soaking my fingers. Give it to me, Amelia.”
I grasp Elliot’s waist, grinding down on his lap and rolling my hips, riding his hand exactly the way he asked me to. Arousal buzzes in my veins and my breaths saw in and out of my lungs and the entire time, Elliot’s eyes never leave mine. The current between us is heady and intense and full of massive feelings and unsaid words. And then there is nothing but me and him and thepleasure rushing through me. Elliot curls his fingers, rubbing against my front wall, and a moan tears from my throat as my orgasm crashes over me.
“That’s my girl,” Elliot murmurs as I roll my hips against him, working myself through my orgasm. “You’re gorgeous when you come for me.”
I’m still panting, my heart hammering as he pulls his fingers out of me and slowly, one by one, puts them into his mouth, sucking them clean. His eyes drop closed, and he inhales deeply, like my cum is the best thing he’s ever tasted, and the look of ferocity on his face is almost enough to make me come again.
He opens his eyes again, tangling his hand in my hair and pressing his mouth to mine, sliding his tongue against mine so I can taste myself on his lips. I moan against him, plastering my body to his and taking the kiss as deep as I can, spurred on by some primal urge I can’t name and don’t understand. And I know Elliot feels what I feel because his cock pulses under me and he wraps an arm around my waist, bringing us even closer together.
“That was unexpected and perfect,” I gasp when we finally break apart, my body collapsing against his. He wraps his arms around me, and he presses a kiss to my hair.
“You’re perfect,” he murmurs, his lips ghosting kisses over my forehead. “I can’t wait to have you spread over my bed later so I can worship every inch of you properly.”
“I don’t know,” I mumble against his chest. “That felt pretty worshipful to me. But you did promise me dirty things with cinnamon rolls, so that’s a promise I hope you’ll keep.”
Elliot laughs and tightens his arms around me. “I always keep my promises.”
“You’re my favorite.”
“And you’re mine.” His voice is so serious that I sit up so I can look at him, and the emotions swirling in his eyes have mybreath catching. “Ames, I…” The beeping of my phone cuts off whatever he was about to say, and he closes his eyes, shaking his head as if to clear it. When he opens them again, whatever was there is gone now, the moment broken.
A little shaken, I reach over and grab my phone, unlocking it. And as soon as I look at the screen, I’m shaken for an entirely different reason. “Oh, my god,” I breathe.
“What is it?” Elliot asks, his face a mask of concern.
I look up at him, grin spreading over my face. “Henry’s family. We’ve got them. Look.”
I hand him my phone, and his eyes scan the screen, his brow furrowed in concentration. “He has two daughters. Grandchildren. Great-grandchildren.”
I nod. “He does. And they’re all in Rockport, Maine, where Henry died.”
“That’s only, like, three hours from here,” Elliot says, thoughtfully. “I thought maybe just knowing that they exist would be enough for me, but it’s definitely not.”
I burst out laughing. “Do you even know you? That would never have been enough. You’re a scientist, El, and this is a mystery. You would never have been satisfied until you solved it.”
“Do you think we can? Solve it, I mean,” he says when I give him a quizzical look.
I shrug, setting my phone down on the table. “I mean, you didn’t know about it until you found the letters, and neither did Cece or your mom, so it stands to reason Henry might not have told his family the same way your great-grandmother didn’t tell hers, but you never know. And you definitely won’t know unless you ask. So, what do you want to do?”
A grin spreads over his face. “Want to take a road trip?”
I lean in and kiss both of his cheeks, brushing his hair off his forehead, because he is so damn adorable. “With you? Always.But I think maybe you should try and get in touch with them first. Showing up randomly might be a little weird.”
Elliot leans in and smothers my face in kisses until I’m laughing hysterically. “See, that’s why I need you. You’re the smart one. I think there’s also something else we should do first.”
“What’s that?”
He leans past me and grabs his phone, unlocking it and showing me his family group chat. “It’s time to call in the troops.”
CHAPTER THIRTY
AMELIA
“Should we help them?” I ask, watching as four gorgeous men—five if you count Rob Wyles, and I absolutely do because he may be Elliot’s dad, but holy silver fox—move expertly around Elliot’s kitchen and dining room.
It’s only been an hour since Elliot texted his family to come over. His brothers and Jo showed up practically before the text even sent, and Pam and Rob got here half an hour later, Pam walking through the door with her arms full of grocery bags, saying something about midnight breakfast. She dumped the bags in the kitchen, gave out cooking assignments to the guys with the precision of a drill sergeant preparing for battle, then handed Jo, Hannah, and me each a mimosa and sent us to the couch.
