Page 124 of The Loves We Lost

“Did you put this little dress and your cut on to tease me?” I ask, spinning her so she faces the wall.Property of Batesglares at me from the black leather.

I run my hands down her sides, over her stomach. There’s no visible bump, but the doctor confirmed our kid is still in there, thriving, doing its thing. When I run my hands over herstomach, it feels a little rounder, a touch firmer. Vi tells me it’s the combination of only being technically nearly two months along, but also it being a second baby.

Either way, just touching it gives me a boner.

She nods and glances over her shoulder at me. “Is it working?” she asks.

I lift the flirty hem and spank her ass. “I said no talking.” Then I spank her again. “That one was for wearing something to tease me. I’m gonna fuck you in it now. I’m gonna roll up the hem so it gets all creased between us. When we go outside, my brothers will guess that I just fucked you.”

Vi’s eyes flutter closed, and she smiles as she shudders.

“Like a fucking angel,” I say.

I undo my belt and jeans and shove them down my hips a little before I kneel behind Vi and lower her cotton panties down her legs. She’s wearing sneakers because they’re the only thing that will accommodate the bandage around her ankle. A sprain, and not broken.

Her ass is so fucking tempting that I bite it before sliding a finger between her legs.

She’s wet. Ready.

And so am I.

I tuck my toe around the leg of a small stool and drag it closer. “Rest your foot up on that.”

She does exactly what I say, and I take a second to appreciate the picture. “You got any idea how hot you look right now, that pretty dress all rumpled around your hips, the cheeks of your ass all perfect and round, and your arousal dripping down your thigh?”

“Miles,” she says.

“I said to be quiet and take it, Vi,” I say, stepping up to her, easing the head of my cock inside her, then slamming home.

Seriously, I could travel the whole fucking world, see those seven wonders or whatever, and nowhere would feel better than being balls deep in this woman.

“Fucking love you, Vi,” I say, breaking character for a second.

I slide my hand around her, dipping between her legs to stroke her clit the way she likes it. A slow and steady back-and-forth, right over the nub in a way that makes her jerk.

She’s wet and warm and takes me deep.

“Oh, Miles,” she gasps. “Please.”

I slap her ass, savoring the way her pussy grips me in response. “Be a good girl and keep your mouth shut before I put my cock in it.”

Her groan of despair makes me grin. She’s getting desperate. Her ass flexing as she meets me with every stroke.

When she moans again, I slide my hand over her mouth, silencing in her. I press my forefinger tight against her nostrils, making it hard for her to breathe. She once explained that between the anticipation of an orgasm and the panic of not being able to inhale, she finds a quiet that allows her to shake off everything else. The worry of not meeting deadlines, the mundane parts of everyday life.

I love that she trusts me enough to take her there. Today, I don’t want her unconscious for what will happen next.

She feels so fucking good, writhing in my arms, chasing what she needs.

Her head falls back against my shoulder as she starts to come.

I don’t slow down, don’t ease her into it gently. Instead, I take what’s mine, thrusting into her over and over until I’m not sure where my body ends and hers starts.

“Vi.” The word comes out on a bark as I finally join her.

My legs shake, hers do too, as I finally slow. The scent of sex fills the air, and her dress truly is rumpled between us. Given thesize of the suitcase in the corner, I’m guessing she has another one in there.

I don’t really want my brothers knowing we fucked.