Sinful Ever After (Sinful Serenade Book 5) (14 page)

"After?"

"After," she murmurs. She tilts her head, offering her neck to me.

I lean down to press my lips to her skin. I kiss my way from her ear to her collarbone. She purrs, grinding her soft ass against my crotch. My cock strains against my tight jeans. I need out of these things.

I suck on her neck until she's groaning so loudly I'm sure she can't take it anymore then I lead her into the bedroom.

"This is amazing." She throws herself onto the bed, laughing as she lands on her back. "Thank you, Drew. This is exactly what I need."

I pull my t-shirt over my head and drop it on the floor. "What is it you need?"

Her eyes fix on me. She swallows hard as she pushes herself up. "You."

"Tell me how."

"Inside me."

Fuck yes. I unbutton my jeans and slide them off my hips.

Kara nods. She spreads her legs, pulling her dress up her thighs, offering herself to me.

There's no shyness about it. She knows she's mine.

I kick my jeans off my feet and climb onto the bed. I plant my body on top of hers and I kiss her hard.

She sighs. Her back arches. It presses our bodies together. Her crotch rubs against mine. The friction is fucking divine. I want inside her as soon as possible.

But first, she comes on my face.

My hands find her hips. No time to waste. It's been two weeks since I've tasted her. That's too fucking long.

I push her dress to her waist. Damn, those round hips, those lush thighs. There's no way I'll ever get enough of her body.

I pull her panties to her knees and off her feet. One hand on each thigh, I pin her knees to the bed.

Her back arches. Hell, she's shaking with desire.

"Drew," she groans.

Damn, that sound is the best music in the entire fucking world.

I drag my lips against her thigh. A tease to get her panting. Her hands go to the back of my head. Guiding me.

Her hands have no patience. My lips don't have much either. But I'm not about to rush this.

I kiss my way up the inside of her thigh and over the deep scars. I'm close enough to inhale her scent. Fuck, she smells good.

I nip at the skin of her inner thigh.

She groans. Her thighs strain against my hands, a plea I move closer.

One more time. I find the apex of her thigh, and I nip at her soft skin.

Her hands go to the sheets. She claws at them.

Now.

I run my tongue over her outer lips. She sighs with pleasure. Certain she's getting what she wants, she relaxes. Her back softens. Her thighs stop fighting my hands.

She plays with my hair.

I lick her up and down. Harder. Softer. Faster. Slower. Once I'm certain I've tasted every inch, I plunge my tongue inside her.

She groans. Her hand goes to the back of my head, holding it against her.

Fuck, I love watching the pleasure spread over her body, the way she shakes and groans and gets demanding.

Her groans get deeper. She's close. I lick her until I can't take her agony anymore then I suck on her clit.

"Fuck, Drew." She tugs at my hair, bucking her hips against me.

I suck harder. Harder. Until she cries out with a mix of pain and pleasure.

"Don't stop," she breathes.

Like hell. I slide a finger inside her. Then two. Her groans get louder. Her breath hitches.

I move my fingers in time with my mouth. Within moments, she's writhing as she comes on my face. Her moans fill the room. She screams my name again and again.

When she's done, her thighs go slack. She looks spent, but I need to see her come again.

Two more times, preferably.

I look up at her. Those big brown eyes are heavy with desire. She's floating on a cloud of it. No stress, no heaviness, nothing in her life but pleasure.

Perfect.

I let go of all the other ways I need to take care of her. I let go of every need except her coming again.

We can get to me after that.

I give her a moment to catch her breath then I plant my face between her legs. Her thighs press against the sides of my head.

This time, I start slowly. I lick her up and down.

When she's groaning and panting, I focus on her clit and I move faster. Harder.

Within moments, she's coming again. She tugs at my hair. Her heel digs into my back as she groans my name.

This time, she doesn't collapse. She pushes herself up and moves next to me. Her eyes fill with intention.

She plants her palms against my shoulders and pushes me onto the bed. Her lips brush against my chest. My stomach.

My cock twitches. My eyelids press together as she kisses her way down my torso.

Her lips brush against my cock.

Fuck.

I shudder as she flicks her tongue against me. She teases. Fuck, how she teases.

Her hair is still tied behind her head. My hands slide to her shoulders and squeeze tightly as she takes me deeper.

Her mouth is soft, wet. And her tongue. Fuck, her tongue-

Pleasure grabs hold of me. Usually, I can last as long as she needs me to. But she's too fucking good at this.

It only takes a few moments for me to get there. I dig my fingers into her skin. My hips shift of their own accord.

Fuck.

"I'm gonna come," I breathe.

She looks up at me, her big, brown eyes filled with hunger.

She sucks harder, takes me deeper.

I let go of everything else. My hand stays on the back of her head, guiding her. My eyelids press together.

It's not just her body that's mine.

It's mine that's hers.

I'm entirely at her mercy.

With the next flick of her tongue, I come. I press my fingers into the back of her head as I fill her mouth.

Pleasure shoots through me. It's fucking everywhere.

She swallows hard and pushes herself up. Then she's lying next to me. I turn onto my side and pull her body into mine.

She presses her lips to my chest. Her fingers trace the lines of the tattoo on my shoulder—my half of our couple's tattoo. "Thank you. I needed that."

Thank me? She's got that backward.

"You don't ever have to thank me for getting you off." I pull her closer.

"Still." She looks up at me. "It's nice not thinking. Let's order room service and not think for the rest of the night."

"Let's not think in the bathtub next."

"Mmm. Yes." She nestles into my chest. "I know you want me to take the test, baby. I will. First thing tomorrow. I promise. As long as you promise you won't say another word about it tonight."

"Come here." I slide my hand around her neck and pull her into a deep, slow kiss. When it breaks, I stare into her eyes. She's relaxed, steady. That's everything. "I promise."

––––––––

K
ara

The heel of my foot hits the sleek tile floor. I turn and pace the length of the bathroom. The huge room felt like paradise last night. The bright white bulb lit Drew in an angelic glow. Okay, and it made it easier to gawk at his sculpted body as he stripped for me.

The sleek glass counter is trendy and modern and chic. But it's no place to sit. It's no place to collect my thoughts as I press the test against my chest.

Fuck. I can't do this.

The box is on the sleek glass counter. The testing stick is in my hands, still wrapped, still not taken.

My hands are shaking so badly I can barely hold the stick. I set it on the counter. I need something cool, something to calm me, but there's nothing.

Drew is outside the door. He'll calm me. But he'll also look at me with those dark eyes of his, and I'll know I'm hurting him by making him wait.

It's not fair to him to drag this out.

This is his life as much as it's mine.

It will be
our
child.

Or it might be nothing.

God damn, is it so wrong that I want one fucking week of vacation? Is it so wrong to want one week of thinking about
now
?

Drew knocks on the door.

"One more minute." I press my palms against the ceramic sink and look into the mirror. It was a thing of beauty last night, when I watched Drew fuck me from behind, but I hate the stupid reflective surface right now.

Drew taps on the door.

"Just a minute."

"Tell me you aren't panicking."

"I'm..." Deep breath. I'm not lying to him. "I'm working on it. Give me one minute."

He says nothing, but I can feel his frustration from here. I want to let him in. I want to feel as steady as he is.

I might feel better sitting in the bathtub.

It's worth a shot.

I press my palms against the sides and climb in. For a moment, my mind goes back to last night. We spent a long time in this bathtub. I came so many times I lost track.

There's a knock. But it's not the bathroom door. It's from outside the room.

"Did you order room service?" I ask.

"No." Drew's voice is uneasy. "I'll check."

"Lucy, I'm home!" The voice is muffled by the door, but there's no mistaking Tom's chipper tone.

I have to laugh.

Of course Tom is here now.

He's always around at the best-slash-worst possible time.

Tom knocks again. "Guitar Prince, you should open up, or I'm going to have to start making out with your sister-"

"Your wife." Willow chimes in, correcting Tom.

"Yeah, you're right, kid. You're my wife. It's my marital duty to make out with you as often as possible."

Drew growls. The door opens.

I laugh.

Tom really has Drew's number. It's not exactly difficult to stoke Drew's temper, but I have to admire the balls it takes for Tom to bait him like that.

Drew's as protective of his sister as he is of me. More even.

But then Tom is right. It's his marital duty to keep her
happy
. It was part of his engagement speech.

"Give me a second," Drew says to the visitors. There are footsteps as he comes closer. The door handle turns and he steps inside the bathroom.

"What if I was peeing?" I ask.

He throws me some serious side eye. Really, it's good side eye. He's learned well.

"Okay, fair enough." I go to push myself out of the tub, but it's too slippery.

Drew is there instantly. He slides his arms under my armpits. In one swift movement, he pulls me up and out of the tub.

Damn, the man is strong. Sometimes I forget what control he has over his body—over
every
part of his body.

I look up at him. "Can we go back to the part where I'm coming until I can't take it anymore?"

"After you take the test." He runs his fingertips over my cheek. His expression gets intense, protective. "Kara, this is important. Maybe the most important thing we'll ever do."

"Do you really want to have a baby?"

He nods.

"Now?"

"Later would be easier, but now is fine, yeah. I want a future with you. I want the whole thing—the house, the white picket fence, the kids, the dog." He scrunches his nose. "Not the dog. You're allergic."

"Maybe a snake."

He laughs. "Yeah, sure. A snake."

"I don't want a white picket fence. I want a fancy beach house like Tom has."

"Not in his neighborhood. Too many vagrants and junkies."

My shoulders relax. Drew's already got this under control. Sort of. I know I can't do it on my own. But with him... that feels possible.

"Take it now," he says. "I'll keep them busy."

"After they leave."

Drew's eyes fix on mine. He stares at me like he's staring into my soul. "You've been killing yourself wondering. Not gonna watch you do that." He drops his voice. "It's killing me too."

My gaze goes to the tile floor. He's right, but I'm still not taking the test until they leave. "I'm not taking the test in front of our friends. I don't want to tell anyone until I process this, and I don't want to have to worry about their reactions or about hiding my reaction from them."

Drew frowns, but he doesn't argue.

"After breakfast," I say.

Drew slides his arm around my waist to lead me out of the bathroom.

Tom launches into a slow clap. "Embarrassing shit, Guitar Prince. You didn't even last three minutes. I timed it."

Willow nods. Her chin-length pink hair sways with her movements. "He did time it, but it's obvious you two weren't having sex. We would have heard a lot more." She nods hello to me. "Good to see you, Kara. You look beautiful. Your hair always looks good. I'm jealous."

What a sweet, lying sister-in-law I have. Well, I guess Drew and I aren't married yet. But close enough.

"Kid, she looks pretty shitty. Like she slept in that makeup. No offense, Kara. You're still hot." Tom slides his arm around his wife. He blows a wavy blond strand from his green eyes. "Your tits look bigger than normal."

Drew growls.

I shoot him an
it's fine
look, but he still pulls me closer. I can't say that I mind the proximity. His body is warm and hard. When his arms are around me, I feel safe, like everything really is going to be okay.

Willow covers her face with her palm. She laughs.

"Look at them." He turns to her. "Don't get me wrong, kid. I prefer yours. But those are fucking huge."

Willow nods. "Sweetie, you know you're allowed to have thoughts and
not
vocalize them."

"Not sure about that," Toms says.

She raises a brow.

"Let me try." He looks her up and down. His mischievous green eyes get brighter. His tongue slides over his lips. "Fuck, you're right. Thought about unzipping your jeans and I didn't—"

Willow turns bright red. "Down, boy."

Tom smiles. "You should try directing your attention a little lower."

Despite the delight in her eyes, Willow clears her throat. "We are in my brother Drew's hotel room. Not ours. And we're here to ask them to breakfast." She turns to us. "We should have called, but we're here. You guys want to get breakfast? We only got in an hour ago."

Drew is still in guard dog stance. Hard to blame him with Tom flirting in his face. It's hard for
me
to wrap my head around Tom as a sweet, faithful husband when I saw him plow through so many women.