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“How romantic,” she says, fluttering her eyelashes and grinning at me. “And while the prospect is very interesting to me… I’m a little, uh, sore, you know? From the sheer number of times you fucked my brains out last night, I don’t think I have any gray matter left.”
I nudge her legs open with my thigh and run my fingers across her opening. She’s wet but also swollen, and she winces slightly at my touch.
“You won’t need any brainpower for what I have planned, baby. And I know you’re a little sore, but I don’t think your sweet pussy got the memo because you’re fucking soaked for me.”
“I always am. Just be gentle, okay, sir?” She presses her lips together, trying to act coy. Vixen.
And it makes me want to do the exact opposite. I want to flip her over, drag her ass into the air, and nail her into next week.
I brush my knuckles over her cheek. “Sure, baby. I can be gentle. I can be anything you want.”
She smiles and lets her head fall back to the pillow. She still has her back to me, and I grab the last condom and slide it on. I groan as I slip my stiff cock inside her tight center, gradually easing myself all the way in. God, she feels good. I take my time, building up a steady rhythm, using my fingers on her clit as Ithrust slowly in and out of her. It feels incredible, the way my dick is held inside her, the way I can feel every quiver of her pussy walls around it. I want to go harder, to make her scream. I want to do it all—but I can give her this too. Show her this isn’t just sex for me. This is so much more. When she comes, it’s a slow, juddering climax that makes her whole body tremble. I find my own release seconds later, groaning her name as I do.
I wrap my arms around her, staying inside, never wanting to move again.
“I love you, Amelia,” I say, my face sinking against the velvety skin of her back. “I can’t imagine my life without you in it. And I can’t imagine your cunt without my cock in it either.”
She laughs, and the sound warms my heart. “Well, that was half romanticand half hot. What are your plans for today?”
I finally pull out of her and roll her over so she’s lying in my arms with her head on my chest. I know I have a lot of making up to do for the way I behaved yesterday. All the signs point toward her having forgiven me, but that doesn’t mean I’ve forgiven myself. While the old me would always work on a Saturday, I can think of a much better way to spend my weekend these days.
“Well, aside from the obvious, I thought we could swing by and check in with your mom first,” I say. “And then maybe head over to my dad’s, get everyone together and introduce you to them properly.”
I feel her tense slightly in my embrace, and she looks up at me with shining eyes. “Are you sure? You don’t have to do that.”
“Yes, I want to do it. It’s way overdue, mi rosa. I love you and you love me, and this stuff shouldn’t need to be so complicated. I know there are work headaches, but we’ll find a way around them. I want you involved in every aspect of my life. And I want to show you off to my family.”
She wriggles up and kisses me softly, holding my face between her hands and looking deep into my eyes. “Plus,” shesays seriously, “if you distract them with your new girlfriend, maybe they’ll forget what a dick you were.”
I laugh and squeeze her ass. “You see right through me, don’t you, Miss Ryder?”
She hums contentedly before lying on my chest once more and snuggling into me, and I smile as I imagine the looks of shock on my brothers’ faces when I introduce her as my girlfriend later. She’ll fit in so well with all of them, just like she fits with me. Like she’s always meant to be right here.
Chapter
Thirty-Eight
DRAKE
“Oh my goodness!” she says, her eyes huge and sugar coating her lips. “This is delicious! Have I died and gone to heaven?”
Luz smiles approvingly at my girl’s reaction and nods. “Almost, chiquita—you have gone to Venezuela! This is bienmesabe—you do the honors, Drake, if you remember your Spanish?”
“It means ‘it tastes good to me,’ if I’m correct?”
“Exactly! This cake is made all over Latin American countries, but in my homeland, the secret ingredient is coconut and a little rum.”
“A little rum?” Mason pipes up from across the kitchen. “There’s enough rum in here to give Captain Morgan a hangover.”
Everyone laughs, and it eases the lingering tension in the air. Gathering together the whole of my clan for an impromptu brunch is never easy and usually has to be planned months in advance because we’re all so busy. But given the strained atmosphere that’s existed the past few days thanks to Pop’shealth scare, they were all happy to rearrange their schedules and head on over here.
The fact that I had Amelia with me caused a little confusion at first, and my father glowered at me when we got here. “What the hell, son? You get us all together just so you can do some work?”
I didn’t quite understand what his problem was until Nathan piped up. “No, Dad, he won’t be doing any work. Amelia isn’t just his secretary.” Melanie shot me a knowing look. Nathan obviously tells his wife everything.
Dad stared at Amelia and me, his expression gradually softening as he realized what was going on. I slipped my arm around her shoulders to make it a little easier for him.
“Bro!” Mason said, jumping up and high-fiving us both, our fight yesterday already forgotten. He’s always been like that, never one to hold a grudge. But still, I’ll give him a proper apology later. “Congrats. And Amelia? Condolences.” He swept her up in a big hug, dancing her around the room in a way that I wouldn’t let any other man do.