Page 138 of Chasing Home
“You’re cruel, darlin’. Bringing up a sweet old woman when I’m touching you like this.”
I lick my lips, my eyes rolling back when he applies pressure over my clit, rubbing it through my shorts. “You better be fast. We’re going to this damn party still.”
“With you lookin’ like this, I’m going to blow in two fuckin’ minutes,” he says before spinning me and pushing me to bend over the bed, my ass up in the air.
I moan softly as he pulls my shorts down my thighs and growls at the holsters when they keep him from being able to remove them completely. The sound of him lowering his zipper fills the room before he pushes his cock between my thighs, coating it in my wetness before sliding inside of me.
One thrust of his hips and we’re connected. He groans, folding his body over mine and kissing the back of my ear.
“That’s what we needed. Fuck, I missed you this morning. You were gone before I got a chance to do this.”
“I had plans.”
He grinds his groin into my ass, burying himself even further inside my pussy before pulling out and thrusting back in.
“So did I, but I’ll make good on them now.”
I cry out and grip the duvet with both hands, stabilizing myself as I rock against the bed with every punch of his hips. It’s been months of moments like these, and I can’t get enough. I’m certain I’ll never be able to. He’s so imbedded into my heart and soul and my fucking life that even if I wanted to, I’d never be able to rid myself of him.
“It’s going to take more patience than I have to know other men are looking at you like this. Dressed like a wet fucking dream,” he grunts, fingers dipping into my hips as he uses the hold to jerk me back into his thrusts.
I whimper, then scream when my release comes thrashing through me already, and he follows right after, spilling inside me with hot splashes. Everything is sensitive when he slips out and gently turns me to face him, petting my cheeks and kissing my lips.
“Happy birthday,” I murmur through a sly smile.
His laugh is bright and loud, settling in my chest. “You’re the best gift I could have gotten, Rory. With or without this outfit and what we just did. You know that, right?”
I reach out to touch his face. “I know. I love you.”
“I love you more,” he replies before tucking himself into his pants and helping me to my feet.
I wobble slightly on weak knees as he disappears into the bathroom and then returns with a cloth. Gently, he cleans between my legs before I tug my shorts back up and check my makeup in the mirror.
“You look beautiful. Perfect,” he says behind me.
Facing him, I take another inspection of his outfit. “The ripped shirt was a good touch. You look ridiculously good.”
“Only the best for my baby.”
“We need to go,” I say, resting my hand on his bare arm. “Anna and Brody are back.”
He hums, tucking my hair behind my ears. “They are. And all of my siblings are back in town.”
“And Eliza’s been baking all week in preparation.”
I still love going into work every day with her, and even during this week, where her attention has been spread through a thousand different things, she’s been the most helpful person ever. She still refuses to take more time off, but it works for us. I’ve grown to think of her as the grandmother I never had, and between her and Bernice, I’ve been showered with the kind of love that can only come from a grandparent.
My mom has come down to meet both of them, and while there were a lot of tears and apologies, there’s a sense of peace between everyone that can’t be measured. It’s overwhelming in the best way, and I’m glad my mom is experiencing this now, even if it is a few decades overdue.
“She’s somehow kept it hidden from all of us. Tommy’s been sniffing around like a hound,” Johnny jokes.
“We should go before he finds it and eats it all without us.”
Twenty minutes later, we’re walking through the fake spiderwebs hanging from the doorframe and stepping inside the ranch house. It’s loud already, with the soundtrack to Ghostbusters playing over the chatter.
I choke on a laugh at the sight of Poppy and Garrison dressed in matching Star Wars costumes. Poppy looks like a goddess in her Princess Leia outfit, but her boyfriend scowls at everyone in his head-to-toe Darth Vader costume. With the helmet gripped in his hand instead of on his head, he can’t even hide from everyone’s ogling. Poor guy.
Bryce is dressed like a devil, with her legs showing in tight red shorts and lower stomach exposed beneath her tiny matching red top. She looks hot, and I’m not the only one who thinks so. Flipping off Thomas when he waggles his brows at her, she downs whatever’s in her plastic cup before staring at someone across the room. At Daisy and her angel costume.