Page 22 of The Last Person (Baker Girls #5)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

HARDY

Wendell and Alannah’s New Year’s Eve party is always an epically fun night.

They hire caterers and a DJ. They have adult bounce houses and photobooths. There are glow sticks and neon colors everywhere, and there’s no drama. Everyone’s enjoying life.

They even have a matchmaking game that sets up single people who want someone for a New Year’s kiss.

The only downside of tonight is that I’ll have to sneak away to kiss my man at midnight.

In two days, we’re telling HR, and then we can be as public as we want about this, but until then, I’m stuck groping him and grinding on his ass in secret. Or as sneakily as I can without anyone noticing.

Loud bass thumps in the mostly dark basement. A few lights and lots of glow sticks are the only things illuminating the room, and I love it because it means I can dance with my man the way I want to.

I’ve got one arm around his waist as I grind on him from behind.

Mark and Frannie are angled to the side and partly in front of us, blocking us even more from view.

While Mark walking in on us while I was giving Brian the best blowjob of his life yesterday wasn’t on my bingo card, I’m glad he knows. I hate lying to my friends. We’ll tell the rest of the Baker girls family sometime soon, but for now Mark and Frannie are keeping it to themselves.

Brian rubs his thick football bubble butt against me, and my cock can’t keep calm and carry on anymore.

Leaning in closer, I press my lips to his neck while brushing my hand over his crotch.

He throws his head back, and that’s all it takes for me to spin, grab his hand, and drag him through the dark basement.

Unlike many of the people here, I’ve been to Wendell’s house enough times that I know where a bathroom is that not many others know about.

Weaving through a couple hallways, I find it, drag Brian inside, and shove the door closed.

The lock clicks, and in the low lighting, Brian smiles at me.

It’s his most relaxed, satisfied smile. We’re both a little tipsy and insanely horny.

A rough kiss is all I give him before I undo the button of his jeans and pull them and his boxers down as I sink to the floor.

His long, thick cock springs free, and I waste no time sucking it into my mouth.

When I was working through my feelings for Brian, I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about sucking cock, but I fucking love it.

There’s something to be said for being with another guy.

I already know what feels good, so there’s less trial and error in figuring that out.

It’s all about learning exactly what drives my man wild and being teased is definitely one of those things.

We don’t have time for that tonight, so I go for another thing I know he likes—playing with his balls.

The gentle pressure adds so much, and the second I massage them, his fingers are twisted in my hair, and he’s fighting back his moans.

Part of me doesn’t care. I want him to be loud. I want the world to know he’s mine, and that I’m the one who makes him come, but blah blah we have to be adults about it. It’s annoying.

“Ryan,” he whimpers, his thighs shaking.

The head rush from those words and knowing I’m the one dragging him to the edge is more than I’ve had with anyone else before. It always feels good to get your partner off, but getting Brian off is something else.

His raspy whimpers bounce around the room, then his balls draw up and I relax my throat, waiting for the salty taste of his cum to hit my tongue. I groan the second it does, and swallow him down.

Once he’s finished, I pull off him, stand, and undo my pants.

Pressing my lips to his neck, I whisper, “I need your ass.”

He whines and bends over instantly, shoving his perfect ass toward me.

I pull a condom—for easy cleanup—and lube from my pocket. He’s already stretched from me taking his ass earlier today, but I still prep him a little.

When he looks over his shoulder and sees the condom and lube in my hand, he laughs.

“You were planning this.”

Pulling my fingers from him, I roll the condom on and add lube, working some around his hole too.

“I knew I was going to need you. It’s not my fault I can’t get enough of you.” I kiss his back as I push inside him, his choked back moans going straight to my cock.

He holds on to the edge of the sink as I fuck his ass.

My eyes roll back at how tightly he holds me. It’s better than anything I’ve ever had with anyone else.

Holding his hips, I thrust into him over and over, and though I normally can go a decent amount of time, with him I can’t hold on any longer. Every sensation is overwhelming.

“I’m going to come,” I rasp.

He shoves his ass into me, meeting my thrusts, and the extra friction sends me over the edge. I fill the condom, breathing heavily for a moment as I collapse against him.

I’m barely aware of what’s happening as Brian shifts off me, removes the condom, then kisses me deeply, our spent cocks brushing as he does.

“When we get home, we’re going to use a bigger dildo, so we can keep getting you ready to take my cock,” he rumbles in my ear.

I grab him and kiss him, showing him how badly I want that—and how desperately I need him.

Reluctantly, we pull apart and clean up, but before we leave the bathroom, we hear the shouts of everyone counting down.

As they all cheer “Happy New Year!” I lean up and softly kiss my man.

“Happy New Year, baby,” I whisper.

“Happy New Year.”

I’m awake too early.

It’s New Year’s Day and our last day off before jumping into practice for our last game of the regular season.

Then it’ll be postseason, and days off will vary even more.

Everything moves more quickly. There’s a lot that needs to happen over the next couple of weeks, and extra sleep won’t be one of those things.

I should be enjoying it now, but I can’t.

I’m wide awake, staring at Brian’s peaceful, sleepy expression.

Sometimes I wonder if there was an exact moment I fell in love with him.

I can’t say I’ve always thought he looked beautiful while sleeping—and I definitely didn’t stare at him long enough to notice.

But it’s been longer than I’d like to admit that I’ve had this extra layer of softness for him.

I haven’t put the word out there yet, but I know what it is. Surprisingly, I’m in no rush to say it. Not out of fear, but because I don’t feel like I have to. Our actions speak louder than anything else does.

Brian’s legs are still tangled up with mine.

I can’t imagine not sleeping like this. If I could, I’d spend every moment touching him.

Physical touch has always been my love language, but with Brian, it’s so much stronger.

His touch doesn’t just ground me, it makes me feel more like myself. Like I’m more me with him.

I’ll take it as a sign that it’s right. Even though there’s not a shred of a doubt about that.

There are plenty of unknowns and things we haven’t talked about, but my feelings and commitment to him aren’t on that list. If he’ll have me, I’ll keep him forever.

Though from his reaction when I say things like that, it’s clear how deeply he feels the same.

He’ll get these looks sometimes like he might cry out of happiness.

Like last night after we kissed at midnight.

He stared at me in awe, like no one else in the world could ever captivate him the way I do.

It’s an honor to be the person he feels that way about.

It’s my goal to always make him feel just as cherished. Actually, that’s not enough. I want him to feel like the most desired man in the world, and for him to know that no one will ever care for him the way I do.

My phone vibrates on the bedside table. I reach for it and find a text from Christy.

Christy: Happy New Year! I couldn’t wait any longer to text you or else I would’ve forgotten, and no one wants to wish someone a happy January 2nd.

Me: LOL. I’m surprisingly awake right now. How was New Year’s in London?

Christy: Amazing! I kissed three cute people.

Me: At the same time? Sounds complicated.

Christy: Not at the same time. That would be too many tongues.

Me: Any tongue better than the others?

Christy: We’ll see. What about you? Kiss anyone special?

I run my tongue over the roof of my mouth, a smile growing on my face. Besides Mark and Frannie, no one else knows about us yet. But we’re planning to tell our families, and probably the rest of the Baker Girls gang later today, so I might as well let Christy be the first person I officially tell.

Or show.

Leaning over, I gently press my lips to Brian’s temple while snapping a picture.

He inches closer, throwing an arm over me in his sleep.

Me: Maybe.

Me: [picture message]

The three little dots appear and disappear a couple of times before a text comes through.

Christy: OMG! You finally stopped being a scaredy-cat and told him. And it seems like you had a very happy New Year.

Me: My best ever.

Christy: I’m squealing right now, and my friends are staring at me, but I don’t even care. I’m happy for you. You deserve to be loved the way you love, and I don’t think anyone could match that but him. Enjoy your day, and whenever you decide to go public with this, I’ve got your back. Love you.

Me: Thanks. Love you too.

I’m about to set my phone aside when I see the Baker Girls group chat a few messages below my conversation with Christy.

Glancing at Brian, I consider whether it’ll bother him if I tell them all right now.

He won’t want to deal with all the people-ing from it.

If I text them now, I can handle it. And they can get it all out of their systems before we see them next.

So, I pull up the chat.

Me: Happy New Year!

Then I send the same picture I sent to Christy and wait to see what happens.

Do I like to start trouble? As often as possible. And I don’t have to wait long for a reaction.

Hallie: OH MY GOD! This better be for real or I will come down there and cut your balls off myself.

Me: Damn, baby girl. Pregnancy has made you violent.

Wilson: Hm. Not one of the things I’ve noticed increasing.

Me: Did the curmudgeon just make a sex joke?

Wilson: I’m not a curmudgeon. Anymore.

Hallie: Nope. I made him fun.

Markie Mark: I can confirm that this is indeed real. I’ve… witnessed it.

Frannie: And you didn’t tell me immediately?!

Markie Mark: Just so we’re clear, she’s putting on a show. I told her right away. She just doesn’t want the other Baker girls to know she didn’t tell them.

Frannie: Traitor!

Kennedy: Eek! I’m squealing!!

Devon:

Me: Uh… what?

Kennedy: That’s Devon saying it’s way too early here, and he’s mad you woke me up because now I won’t stop poking him.

Justin: That’s what he gets for marrying a Baker girl. They’re always trouble. BTW congrats. I never saw it coming. I swear.

Jade: Never. Not at all. Cue my Home Alone face.

Devon:

Hallie: Sorry, Dev. We love you. Frannie! How could you not tell me? You were texting me all day yesterday! I’m pinching you the next time I see you.

Me: See? Violence.

Me: Anyway, I’m going to cuddle with my man. Thanks for the love. Hallie, don’t cause too much bodily harm.

“What did you do?” Brian mutters sleepily.

“Nothing. Why do you think I did something?”

“Because my phone just went off like twenty times and you’re barely suppressing laughter.”

I kiss his head and pull him closer. “No idea what you’re talking about. I’m just here snuggling my man.”

His eyes flicker open. “I like when you call me that.”

“Keep talking in that husky voice, and I’m going to show you exactly how you belong to me.”

He pulls me closer, then slants his mouth over mine, and I’ve never felt more alive.

This is always where I was supposed to be. Brian’s was always the soul mine was supposed to be tethered to.