And, well, I think I had picked enough of the wrong guys to finally recognize when I got the right one.
He was the right one.
I knew it down to my bones.
“Know what?” he asked a long time later, the water starting to lose its heat.
“No, what?” I asked, never wanting to get out.
“I think if we’re going to have all these babies, that we should really put some work in on the practice,” he said, voice getting a little husky and I could feel his cock starting to press against my belly.
“Hmm,” I said, hands moving between us to reach down and grab his cock, stroking it once, enjoying the groan he let out. “I think that might be a good idea. Just so, when we’re ready, we get it right.”
I barely got a chance to scream as he somehow simultaneously shut off the water, grabbed me, and tossed me over his shoulder. And we walked like that, both sopping wet, into the next room where he tossed me down onto the bed, coming over me instantly, our wet bodies sliding against each other as our hands and mouths got hungry, rolling and wrestling for power and access to the others’ body.
Shane ended up on top, thrusting deep, starting hard and fast and ending slower, sweeter, his mouth swallowing my moans, his hands holding mine.
I came.
He came.
And he wrapped us up in the sheets, drying off as he held me.
And there it was again.
Comfort.
Rightness.
Home.
He was home.
Even completely across the country in a hotel room, he was where I wanted to be.
Always.EpilogueLea - 2 monthsIt was Shane’s birthday. And, given that he said he had no real preference for a venue, I had suggested Famiglia. As soon as I mentioned the name, a wicked little smirk tugged at Shane’s lips.
“Oh, this should be fun,” he said, shaking his head at me.
So, me in a little black dress and Shane in a black dress shirt and slacks, we got out of our cars in the parking lot, walking up to the group already standing there. Charlie and Ryan were in full suits. Mark and Hunter were both in deep gray and dark blue dress shirts. Eli went the most casual with black slacks and a heavy camel-colored sweater. It suited him better, I felt, than a suit ever would. Helen was an ageless vision in a deep green wrap dress that showed that it didn’t matter that she had birthed five giant sons, that she still had a banging bod. Fee was, well, Fee. She looked like she had just stepped off a runway in a midnight blue pencil skirt that fit like a second skin and a tight white top. The girls were in varying colored dresses, Becca’s already slightly stained with what looked like purple marker and Izzy’s had the unmistakable smudge of lollipop by the collar.
We walked up toward the doors where Charlie slapped Mark on the back of the neck and barked, “Door. Manners, act like you have some,” but with a smile.
Mark opened the door for us, snatching Izzy up as he did so.
I could feel Shane’s smile without looking when we walked right up to the hostess stand and there she was. The eye-fucker.
Inwardly, my common sense was yelling out: petty, petty, petty.
But I ignored that as we walked up, drawing her attention.
“Mallicks?” she asked, and damn if she didn’t address the question to Shane, not Charlie as would be more customary. And I’d be God damned if she didn’t lean slightly forward on the stand to make her tits spill just a little bit out of the dress as she gave Shane what I could only call a ‘come and get it, big boy’ smile.
Shane’s hand was at my lower back, my arm touching his arm.
There was no mistaking that we were together.
And there she was again… all eye-fucking my man.
And there was no other way to put it; he was mine.
“Uh-oh,” I heard Fee said and when I looked over, Helen was nodding her head at me.
It was all the encouragement I needed.
“Hey. Hi, yeah,” I said when her eyes slid to me. “I’m the one who fucks him. There’s no room for you in our bed. And, hell, even if I were into girls and we wanted to spice it up with a threesome, I really wouldn’t be into your slutty, desperate vibe,” I said, watching as her eyes went hard. “There are three single, equally as good looking men in this party and you go out of your way to eye-fuck my man? Are you really that insecure? Babe,” I said, addressing Shane who looked amused.
“Yeah?”
“Do you want to fuck her?”
He snorted at that, pressing his lips together. “Nah, babe.”
“See?” I said to the hostess as I plastered myself against Shane who was all too happy to wrap me up. “Now that that’s all settled, yes, we’re the Mallicks. Table for twelve with two highchairs.”