Page 32 of Endlessly Yours (The Wilder Brothers #10)

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

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T ile bit into my knees as water slicked down my back, but I didn’t care. Instead, I lifted Rory’s leg up over my shoulder and used my other hand to keep her thighs steady as I pressed her against the shower wall.

“We’re going to be late,” she panted.

“Then you better let me have my breakfast.”

“Brooks,” she gasped as I leaned forward and lapped at her cunt.

She tasted of honey and sweetness, and I couldn’t help but explore, knowing that this could be every morning and it wouldn’t matter.

Because this was our future. The woman that I loved, with her legs wrapped around my shoulders, as I ate my fill.

I sucked at her clit as she arched in front of me, and I was grateful that I had built this shower to have a slight ledge.

That way, she could lean against it and not slide down.

“Brooks,” she panted again.

“That’s it, say my name,” I breathed against her pussy, as I speared her with two fingers, curling them to get that sweet bundle of nerves. She came then, clamping around my fingers as she rocked her hips on my hand.

“That’s good. Keep getting yourself off. Rock those hips. Show me exactly what you want.”

She met my gaze then, continuing to move her hips as she came down from her orgasm.

“That’s it. That’s my good girl.” I kissed her pussy once more before removing my fingers and standing up.

“Open,” I demanded, and I slid my fingers between her pouting lips as she obeyed what I said.

“Taste yourself. Do you like that? That’s what I want every morning. This taste on my tongue.”

She licked at my fingers before I removed them from her mouth and kissed her with everything that I had. “I need you. Every morning. Right now. Please.”

I smiled against her lips, nodding softly, before I lifted her leg once again, positioned myself at her entrance, and slid home. She groaned into me as I froze, letting her take her time to adjust to my size.

“I’m never going to get used to that,” she whispered. “I mean, what a way to wake up,” she teased.

I took her mouth again, sliding my fingers between us to rub over her clit.

“I don’t want to get used to this. I want it to feel fresh and new every morning and then feel like home all at once. Because you’re my home, Rory.”

Tears slid down her cheeks even through the shower spray, and I kissed them away before we both began to move.

This time was slower, taking our time where I hadn’t thought we had it before. We could go hard and fast, go too much in the past, but right then, all that mattered was this moment with her.

And when she came again, I followed, filling her up to the point that my knees shook. I leaned against her, pressing her to the shower wall with my forehead on hers as both of us just let out a deep breath.

“Whoa,” she said with a small laugh.

“That sounds about right,” I teased. I kissed her softly again before I pulled out, and found a soft washcloth in the corner so I could clean us both up.

“Eventually, we’re going to run out of hot water,” she joked.

I snorted. “I built this house literally brick by brick, and I know exactly how much hot water we have. Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you.”

I kissed her again before we each finished showering and got out to get ready for the rest of the day.

We had woken up early so that we could have this moment to ourselves, and by the time we got downstairs, showered, fresh, and both laughing at something the other had said, the girls were just waking up and walking downstairs.

It had been three months since the fire; since we had nearly lost everything. And while I knew we would be okay, I also knew that it was going to take a little bit longer for the girls to truly believe that.

But when they both smiled at me, with Cameron ducking her face shyly and Alice running right to me, I couldn’t help but feel as though I had finally found what I had been looking for since Amara had taken her last breath.

Because I had done what she had asked, I had taken a chance at another forever, and I knew she was looking down at me, pleased and exasperated that I had finally done it.

Because Amara would’ve loved this family.

And I was going to make sure the rest of the world knew that.

“So, are we really having an entire Wilder reunion today?” Cameron asked as she bit into her toast. I stood at the stove, finishing up the eggs and bacon, as Alice stood next to me, watching me work, and Rory finished cutting up the rest of the cantaloupe.

“Yes, there’s going to be way too many of us, but don’t worry, you’re one of us now.”

Cameron beamed. “I don’t know, Cameron Wilder does sound like a good name.”

Rory snorted and then looked down at the diamond ring on her finger, the one that I had given her only a week ago.

It might have been too soon for some, but with all we had gone through, neither one of us wanted to wait.

And after all, it had been Cameron and Alice who had helped me find the ring and make sure that the proposal worked exactly how we wanted it.

“You do not have to change your name if you don’t want to,” Rory said after a moment, worry in her gaze.

“I want to be Alice Wilder, and then we can keep Mommy and Daddy’s name as a middle name like we promised.” I met Rory’s watery gaze and nodded solemnly.

“Don’t worry, we’ll make that happen. Do you want me to add another name to mine?” I asked out of the blue, and Cameron frowned.

“No, it’s okay that we don’t match completely. But I do like Wilder. It’s a pretty name.”

“I agree,” Rory said. “Though Rory Wilder is kind of hard to say,” she said dryly.

“I’m sure we can make it work,” I added just as dry.

“And I get to be a flower girl with Faith, and Cameron gets to walk with Aunt Ava, and it’s going to be a beautiful wedding.”

“Of course it will be. The Wilders do good weddings. And good reunions. I guess we should finish up breakfast and head over there because there are way too many Wilders waiting on us at this point.”

“And they’re really going to help us move into your place?” Cameron asked, and I reached forward and messed with her hair. She scowled at me, straightening it again, and I couldn’t help but snort. She was going to be a teenager any day now, and messing with her was just fun.

“Yes, my place is a little bigger, and you’ll have enough space to move around and spread out. Is that okay with you?”

“We already said it was,” Cameron said as she nudged Rory. Rory beamed up at me.

“Yes. And you let me pick out my own room.”

“And this house will be just next door for whoever needs to rent it. And we’ll make sure that it’s a good family.”

“And maybe they’ll have kids to play with,” Rory said with a smile.

“My friend Matt is looking for a new house,” Cameron said shyly, and I narrowed my gaze.

“No boys. Sorry, that’s just not going to happen. I know teenage boys.”

“But Brooks,” Cameron pouted, and I snorted before serving the rest of our breakfast.

“Nope, don’t even think about it. You’re stuck with me now, kid.”

Cameron just beamed as if I had said the best thing in the world, and my heart grew two sizes at the thought. Because we were a family. Maybe not exactly how we could have been in other people’s worlds, but we were exactly who we needed to be now.

* * *

The Wilder retreat and reunion was just as insane as we knew it would be.

Thanks to the immense size of our family, we took up nearly every space with just family members and a few friends along the way.

Our innkeeper, Naomi, and her husband Amos, our vineyard manager, helped organize everything, and now stood on the dance floor, dancing with one another, with Amos’s large hand on the small swell of Naomi’s belly.

Jay and his husband, our wine specialists, were dancing next to them, both of them laughing about something the other had said.

Sandy, our sous chef and now partner with Kendall in one of the restaurants, danced with her wife, both of them trading places with Jay and his husband just for fun.

Each member of the team that had helped bring the Wilders to where they were was out there, no longer working, just enjoying their time with us.

And after such a long few years, it was nice to see them enjoying themselves.

Mom and Dad sat at one of the head tables, all of their grandchildren around them.

My cousin Eliza had come down from Colorado with her husband and a few of her in-laws, so the Montgomerys were in full force as well.

Her two children, now older and in school, were laughing at something my mother had said, looked happy.

Silas was now in preschool, while Lexington, the eldest of the next generation, held court over the others.

When Evan and Kendall’s two kids, Reese and Cassie held the youngest ones with Kylie, Eli and Alexis’s kid, helping the others out.

Not every one of my brothers and cousins had children, and I wasn’t sure if all of them would, but everybody was making their next phases in life.

And as someone who thought that they were done growing and finding a future like this long ago, it was nice to see.

Eli and Alexis laughed in one of the corners, both of them whispering to one another, and from the way that Eli kept touching Alexis’s belly, I had a feeling baby number three would be on the way soon.

Kendall kept moving around to a thousand different places with the caterers, even though she shouldn’t be working, and I laughed as Evan tugged her away, growling and threatening to lift her over his shoulder.

Everett and Bethany stood by the stage with East and Lark, the four of them sharing photos of some trip that they had just gone on for each one of the women’s careers.

The fact that Lark not only had the number one song in the world right now, but Bethany had the number one movie, just made me smile.

It also made me laugh because Gabriel had the number two song in the world.

So, of course, we had to make sure Lark lorded it over my brother.