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His thrusts shallowed as he brought his front down until we were chest-to-back. His panting sounded in my ear, and at that moment, I’d never heard a more erotic sound than Qui
His voice low, he rumbled, “Mia.” He gently moved my hair away from the back of my neck and placed his lips at the place where neck met shoulder. Against my skin, he grated, “Mia.” He didn’t just say my name. He sang it. He purred, and my body thrummed in response.
Deliciously stretched, my core tightened from the way he said my name. He drove into me, and I was not prepared. I moaned, my body shuddering. I felt his crooked smile against my bare skin and I pushed back against him, forcing him to bottom out.
He groaned, his body stiff, and it was my turn to smile. I panted, needing more, then pushed back again, grinding my pussy onto his thick cock, wanting more than anything for Qui
When he removed himself from my back, gripped my hips, and tried to control my movements, I smiled again. He was close to his breaking point.
“Qui
His hand came down on my ass so suddenly that I squeaked in surprise. He ran his fingertips over the throbbing heat of my skin. “Tell me what you need, baby.”
Okay. Here was the thing. I loved dirty talk…as long as it was Qui
I grew frustrated. “Qui
His hand came down on the other cheek. Hard. I gasped, craving the soft touch of his fingers that I knew would come soon after.
He ground out, “Fuck, I love your ass.” Reaching under me, he took my breasts into his hands and squeezed gently. “I love you full tits,” he muttered, plucking lightly at my nipples. “I love how sensitive your nipples are.” He drove into me, and I whimpered. He spoke through gritted teeth. “I love your tight, wet pussy.” He drove into me a second time, and I moaned long and low. He asked, “Who is your pussy so wet for, baby?” I bit my lip and fought a groan, my sex convulsing around his thick girth.
He felt it. “Oh, yeah, Mia. You know I like that.” His voice soft, he asked, “That cunt honey for me, Mia? You like my cock, baby? You like when I do this?” He thrust into me, balls-deep.
My eyes rolled into the back of my head as my mouth parted in a silent sigh. “Oh, God.”
“Not God,” he uttered cockily. “No, baby. Just me.” He drove into me. “Say my name, Mia.”
I was way past the embarrassed stage. “Qui
His voice deceivingly soft, he stated, “Love when you say my name.”
It was then that I found I couldn’t stop saying his name. I moaned it over and over as he worked my body into a frenzy. My clit begged for attention, and just when I thought I’d go mad, he gave me what I needed. His fingers worked me in a slow circular motion, and not ten seconds passed before my body exploded into fireworks. I threw my head back and wailed through my blissful release.
Qui
***
Qui
Watching her come was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.
My stomach flipped.
I quickly realized I didn’t want another man seeing this.
Not ever.
I wanted it all for myself, forever more. I suddenly knew what I wanted, and I wasn’t scared. Not at all. It felt good. It felt right.
I was going to ask Mia to marry me.
***
Mia
Both panting, we collapsed on our sides, facing each other. Eyes wide, adrenaline flowed through me. I reached out with trembling fingers, ru
We stared at each other a long while, neither of us daring to speak a word. Because talk was talk. And we had something more than words.
We had love.
“Mia,” Qui
Near dozing myself, I semi-slurred, “Yes?”
He breathed deep, and then spoke slowly on an exhale, “Will you marry me?”
My heart stuttered. My mind chose that very moment to turn silent.
Then I realized I didn’t need my mind. I listened to the part of me that drove my heart.
I smiled softly into the darkness. “Of course, honey.”
His hand found mine and he squeezed gently. “I love you.”
“I love you, too,” I responded. “Forever and always, babe.”
And I meant it.
Chapter Forty-Six
Harry
My sister was engaged. She was getting married.
This should’ve been a stupidly happy time for me and my family, yet somehow I’d isolated myself, drowning in a pit of despair that I’d dug myself into. I loved my sister. She was one of the two people I trusted most in this world. The other, she was marrying.
How had this happened? How had I let this go so far?
What scared me most was that with each day that passed, I could pretend I didn’t need Mia or Qui
Qui
Also, Mia was my sister. There was a code, and Qui
No. Just…no.
The other thing was that I was jealous of what they had. Quitting the trade had never even been a thing for Qui
I wondered why Qui
Okay. I was making excuses. Why not call a spade a spade?
I was bitter.
There it was.
The thought of love made me nauseous. And my sister did not deserve that.
I walked down the hall, stopped in front of the apartment door, and knocked lightly. I heard soft conversation coming from inside and my gut tightened. No amount of apologizing could excuse what I’d done to my sister. I’d become the bully I had protected her from all those years ago. Shame filled me.
The door opened and Mia, her head turned back behind her, mock-threatened, “Seriously. I’m not even joking right now. Watch it.”
Then I heard Qui
Her face turned and she spotted me. The smile fell off her face so quickly that something tore inside me. She blinked then swallowed hard and uttered a soft and uncertain, “H-hi.”
She was anxious. I had made my own sister feel anxious around me. If I weren’t a grown-ass man, the thought would’ve brought me to tears. “Can I come in?”