Page 117 of The Maxwell Brothers

He moved his hand over my clit in the same rhythm he was circling my nipple with his tongue, and I was so overwhelmed by the sensations that I couldn't even breathe. I wasn’t sure where the tension ended and the pleasure began, but I couldn’t get enough of it. It vibrated in every cell, through my bones, and spread like wildfire. I didn't even know where it started from: his hand on my clit or his mouth on my breasts. But I came apart so hard that my legs shook and my jaw clenched. I pressed both hands on his shoulders to balance myself.

"I've got you, Lexi. I've got you, babe. Fuck, you're so beautiful when you come. I could watch you come all day long."

I gasped a few times, riding out my orgasm and moving my hips against his hand until I had wrung out every drop of pleasure.

He looked at me with a satisfied grin, and I grinned right back. Then he captured my mouth, kissing me deeply. I loved the lust in his kiss and the way his hands felt against my body, no matter where they touched me. They said the same thing:You're mine, Lexi. Every inch of you is mine.

He was sitting on the floor, and I was still on my knees, so I straddled him again, wrapping my hand around his cock and moving it up and down.

He groaned, tipping his head back. "I need you, Lexi," he said in a dangerously calm tone.

I smiled at him, drawing my thumb over the tip of his erection before putting the condom on him and sliding him into my core, moving slowly, taking him in inch by inch. I was still sated from before, and my inner muscles were clenched tight. I was feeling everything even more intensely; I never thought it was possible, but apparently it was. My legs shook with every inch I took in. Little tremors spread through me with every move, like aftershocks from the orgasm.

We locked gazes, and I hoped he'd look at me like this for the rest of our lives. The passion, the love, the possessive streak in that gaze was everything to me. When I took him all the way to the hilt, he grabbed my hands, lacing our fingers, and I moved my hips back and forth, slowly at first but then harder and faster.

I was still so spent from before that I didn't have much strength, not as much as I wanted. Leaning forward, I propped my hand on his chest, taking in a deep breath, just feeling him inside me, hard and hot and so damn delicious.

He groaned again and gripped my hips, and I knew he wanted to take over. The next thing I knew, he'd rolled us over so we were lying down on one side.

"I love this angle," I whispered before he sealed his mouth over mine. I was so overwhelmed by Tate: his hands on me, his cock inside me, his mouth on mine coaxing my tongue. He brushed my clit on every thrust, pushing his pelvis against me. I felt him thicken and widen inside me, and I knew he was close. I didn’t think I had it in me to come again, but oh wow, was I wrong.

Whereas I could feel the first orgasm building up, this one took me by surprise, rocking my world.

I came hard while I felt Tate explode too, and our thrusts became even more frantic, more desperate. We both chased our pleasure until we were completely out of breath and could barely move. My body was exhausted but so full of happiness.

Neither of us could move, but I liked the way we were lying down on the floor, limbs intertwined, heads resting on the carpet.

He grinned. "I love this smile. I promise to put this happy, sated expression on your face every single day."

I felt my smile widen. "That's a promise right there, mister, and I'll make sure you keep it."

"You have my word."

EPILOGUE

Lexi

Two weeks later

“Are you having fun?”I asked Paisley, holding the phone between my ear and my shoulder as I slipped on shoes. Paisley was spending a weekend with Nora. They were at Disneyland. Tate was watching me closely. He’d just spoken to Paisley, but I wanted to hear her voice too.

“Yes. Lots. Did you get the fabric samples? Pleaaaase don’t choose them without me.”

I chuckled. Paisley was obsessed with wedding details. I’d moved in with them officially, with all my things, and even though Tate and I hadn’t even set a date, she already wanted us to choose the fabric for her dress. She was going to be our flower girl, of course.

“I promise I won’t. I won’t even open the box. I’ll wait for you.”

“Thanks. I’m going to hang up now. We’re going to eat pizza.”

“Have fun,” I replied before the line disconnected. Handing the phone back to Tate, I added, “She sounds happy.”

Fortunately, Nora was more than pleased with the news that Tate was remarrying, giving her the space to be less involved in her daughter’s life. Paisley understood her mother more than any of us and took it all in stride. She knew her real family was her dad and me, and she could always count on us.

He nodded, glancing at me with a scorching-hot look.

Oh Lord.

I pointed at him. “Hey, don’t make smoldering eyes at me.”