He took her in his arms and jumped off the pool table. She held tight and stuck her head in the crook of his neck to shield her face from another couple of beer showers. He didn’t care. He had his girl back in his arms and nothing else mattered.
He walked them over to his apartment and after opening his door; he locked it behind them.
“Fuck, Lips. This…” he shook his head and took her over to his bed where he sat her in his lap.
She still had her arms around his neck and giggled. She kissed him and whispered once more, “I love you.”
With euphoric wonder, he searched her light blue eyes for the truth in her words. He slowly let go of his breath when he established the raw honesty in her words. His chest expanded and goosebumps traveled over his arms as he held her close to him.
In one brisk move, he took her from his lap and laid her on top of his comforter.
“Ah, Brennan. I’m making your bed all dirty with beer stains.”
“Fuck, I forgot. Come, let’s get cleaned up,” he said.
“So we can get dirty again?” she said while waggling her brows.
He laughed and slapped her tiny arse as she walked in front of him to the bathroom.
She turned around and said, “It’s the same spot where you took me for the first time, Bren.”
How could he forget? Every time he’d walked into his bathroom, he’d thought of her. While shaving in front of the mirror, he pictured her standing there in his rolled up sweatpants and borrowed shirt.
“Yeah, but this time, I’m going to take my time with you.”
He took the halter from her tight green dress and opened it from the back. He let it fall down in the front, exposing her breasts.
Her rosy nipples pointed at him and as he leaned in, the smell of stale beer filled his nostrils. “Fuck, you smell like a can of beer.”
“Such a romantic.” She snorted. “You’re not smelling any better, believe me.”
He opened the shower stall behind him and turned on the spray. After checking the temperature, he glanced over his shoulder and was just in time to see Errin step out of her last pump. She stood buck naked with her chest puffed out and her hands on her hips.
“Aren’t you going in the shower?”
“Yes. Just had to make sure the water isn’t too hot. Relax, Lips. I’m getting under the spray with you,” he said while roaming his eyes over her tempting body. Yep, definitely needed to give her some Full Irish breakfast too. What was she eating up north?
She took a few steps closer to him and grabbed the hem of his black Lucky shirt. He let her pull it over his head. He toed off his shoes and madea work of his jeans and socks. She passed him to go under the spray and slapped his naked arse.
He chuckled and moved even faster to join her. After taking the shower gel in his hand, he smeared her entire upper body with the gel. He placed the bottle back on the ledge and engulfed her breasts with his hands.
“So beautiful. I can’t believe you’re back. You’re back, right?” he eyed her as he asked her.
“Yes…” she breathed.
“I can’t hear you, Lips. Say what I want to hear,” he said as he twitched her nipples.
“Aaaah, yes. I’m here and I’m back for good,” she moaned.
“Tell me more,” he demanded as he let his hands wander her body, going over her back to her arse and around to her flat belly. She was lost in his touches, so he tugged her belly button piercing to bring back her attention to his question.
“I want to stay with you here. I…” she panted as he flicked her clit with his thumb.
“And?” he asked while sticking two fingers in her pussy.
“Yes! Oh yes! I—” he took out his fingers and locked eyes with her.
“Are you ready for me? Are you going to let me take care of you?” he said.