Page 17 of Hot Chicken (Sunday Brothers #6)
Theo never rushed when it counted, and this was no exception. He worshipped me with a kind of thoroughness that made my bones liquefy, alternately using his tongue to lap at my rim, to fuck my hole, and to murmur obscene things about how good I tasted, how gorgeous I was, how much he wanted me.
I was molten under his mouth, hard and leaking, when I finally wailed, “Fuck me, Theo, please .”
But when Theo pulled back, I groaned at the loss.
“Roll over, baby,” he ordered. “I want you to look at my eyes.”
I obeyed on trembling limbs and found Theo’s face flushed, his lips wet, his green eyes dark with love and hunger.
He climbed up my body and kissed me, fierce and messy.
Then he grabbed lube from the nightstand drawer, slicked himself, and guided his cock inside me slowly, his gaze never leaving mine.
My mouth opened on a silent cry as he filled me inch by inch.
He wrapped his lube-slicked fingers around my cock. “This is mine,” he said, giving me a single firm stroke.
Then he braced himself over me on one forearm and moved his other hand to swipe a tear from my cheek that I didn’t remember shedding. “And this is mine, too,” he said fiercely. “Every part of you. Always. Understand?”
I didn’t. Not really. My mind had been hollowed out with need and want, and a single thought echoed through it over and over with each beat of my heart. Theo, Theo, Theo .
“I love you, Porter,” Theo said as he began to move. “I love you endlessly. Every single part of you. And I will never stop.”
More tears—where were they coming from?—filled my vision, so I clasped his jaw with both hands and held on as he began to fuck me in deep, hard strokes. Every movement was a possession, a claiming, a vow he was carving into my skin.
It wasn’t just the best sex we’d ever had; it was a reckoning. A homecoming. A reminder of every moment over the past three years that had brought us to this place.
It was unreasonable to love someone so much, just like Theo had said. Irrational to give another person so much of yourself and trust them to carry it carefully.
But loving Theo was also the safest, sanest thing I’d ever done.
When I came, it felt like falling and flying at once, my whole body drawn tight-tight-tight, then undone in a rush. Theo followed with a shudder, spilling hot inside me while crying my name in a voice full of wonder, like he couldn’t believe I was real.
When Theo finally pulled out of me and collapsed at my side on his back, sweat-damp and breathless, neither of us spoke for a long moment. But that was okay because being fucked that way… well, it pretty much said everything, didn’t it? Words were extraneous.
Theo turned his head to look at me.
“I love you, Porter Sunday,” he said. “In case that wasn’t clear.”
I laughed—well, wheezed—helplessly, and my heart squeezed. Okay, maybe not so extraneous.
“I love you, too,” I said. “So much. And I love us . I believe in us. Thank you for reminding me how much.”
Theo frowned. “Had you forgotten?”
“No. Not really. I…” I hesitated.
He rolled toward me and leaned up on one elbow. “Look, I don’t want to pressure you to talk if you’re not ready. But I want you to remember there’s nothing you can’t tell me.”
I huffed. “Like those ‘we listen and we don’t judge’ TikToks?”
“Yes, exactly. If you’re unhappy in this house, or if seeing your brothers get engaged has made you want to do that sooner than we planned, or if you changed your mind and want to, ah, have a…
a child,” he said, with only a slight qu aver in his voice.
“I’m not saying I’m ready to do those things immediately, or maybe at all, but we could certainly have a conversation?—”
“Not at all?” I blinked guilelessly. “But, honey… what about Jimmi-Lou?”
Theo’s eyes widened for a single instant before he realized I was teasing. “Cocky. Little. Shit ,” he said, punctuating each word with a poke to my ribs. “I’m over here baring my heart, telling you that if you want to confess to a fucking murder, I’ll help you move the body. And meanwhile, you ?—”
I grabbed his hand in both of mine and kissed it, smiling so wide I felt like my face might crack in two.
“I do not want a baby. Quarterly sleepovers with Aiden—and I guess the twins, eventually—is plenty. I do want to get married, probably, but not right now. I want to stay in this house until we’re old and gray.
And I don’t have any bodies to bury. I haven’t even angry-sonneted anyone in years. ”
“You’d better not have,” Theo muttered darkly.
I laughed again, burying my face in his neck.
“So, then…?”
At this point, it would have been more ridiculous not to confess, right? I sighed and rolled onto my back, throwing my forearm over my eyes. Theo rolled, too, following me.
“It’s silly. And petty. And mean,” I began.
“Porter,” Theo said in a hushed voice.
“No, seriously. It is. And it’s embarrassing. Mortifying, really?—”
“Porter,” he said again, louder now.
“And I want you to know, it’s not an iss ue , it’s an ish- me ?—”
“Porter!” Theo insisted, confused and possibly a bit panicked.
I pulled my arm down. “What? It is . And I’d like to point out that I’m only confessing because I love and trust you, okay?—? ”
“Porter.” Theo grabbed my chin gently and turned my head so that I faced our walk-in closet. “Why is your brother’s sex rooster looking at my dick?”
Sure enough, when I followed his gaze to the closet shelf, there sat Pecky, perched at a crooked angle amongst Theo’s sweaters. And he really did seem to be staring at us. Intently.
“Fuck,” I groaned. “Okay, I can explain.”