I ignore the thought, instead palming his ass cheeks and squeezing them together, increasing the pressure and tightness around my cock.
He moans and shudders as he blinks down at me.
“Do it again,” he pleads and I do.
“I like your body.” I squeeze again as he sinks down, his breath coming in pants and his eyes hooded. “See how good this ass fits in my hands? The way I gripped your hips last night as I took you from behind? Perfection.”
Exactly the way a man should be.
“Harlan, you need to fuck me. I can’t?—”
His words die off as I piston up into him, gripping and thrusting as he digs his nails into my chest and tries desperately to hang on. He curses and writhes on top of me, his lips parting as he comes all over my stomach, making me follow soon after.
“Next time,” I say as he collapses on top of me, uncaring about the sticky mess now coating both of us, “I’m gonna make you tell me exactly what you want.”
“That sounds horrible. I like it better when you just say filthy things and read my mind.”
He mutters the sentiment against my chest, but I hear it all the same.
“Let’s go shower so I can feed you.” I snicker and he lifts up just enough to meet my gaze.
“Already? Hell, you’re still inside me.” I can’t tell if he’s kidding but I laugh, my palm spanking him and making him yelp.
“Get up, smart-ass.” Pressing a kiss to his forehead, I add, “Breakfast. I want to feed you breakfast.”
“Oh.” He buries his face in my neck and groans. My smile is wide even though he can’t see it, and I wrap my arms around him and just hold him because I can.
Because right now, he’s mine.
13
REID
“Ididn’t know dirty talk was my kink,” I blurt out when I find Wren in the kitchen pouring milk into a bowl of cereal.
She narrows her eyes at me, milk splashing onto the counter.
“Watch out?—”
Slamming the carton on the counter, she turns, giving me her full attention.
“I’m sorry. I thought you rolled into the house on a Sunday afternoon after not telling me you weren’t coming home and ignoring my textsandin leu ofgood morning, jumped right in with ‘I didn’t know dirty talk was my kink.’”
She makes air quotes around the last part as I flop into the chair at the table.
“I’m sorry,” I say dramatically as she huffs, grabbing a paper towel and cleaning up her mess before putting the milk away. Taking the seat across from me, she narrows her eyes and shoves a bite of cereal in her mouth.
“Talk.”
The word is garbled but it’s not hard to figure out.
Also, that’s why I’m here—that and to change so I can take Harlan to the winter market.
“It was amazing.”
“Obviously—you’re still blushing.”
“Ugh,” I groan, covering my face with my hands. “The things he said, Wren, I just—” Pulling my hands away, I stare at my cousin and watch as her eyes widen, her spoon clattering to the table.
