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He adds a second finger inside me, and I moan at the fullness that’s closer to what I really crave. His tongue finds my clit again, flicking along the side of the sensitive nub just the way he knows I love. The fingers inside me pump faster, curling up against my g-spot and dragging a low moan from me. My hold on the countertop is the only thing keeping me standing. The intense pleasure builds with every thrust of Garrett’s fingers inside me, every flick of his tongue.

When my orgasm hits, it slams into me with such force that my knees nearly buckle. Waves of pleasure roll through me and I spasm around his fingers. I cry out as I come on Garrett’s face. Eventually, his movements slow as I come down from one of the most intense orgasms of my life. His fingers slide out of me, and he strokes my inner thigh as he kisses his way up to my belly. Tiny aftershocks ripple through me, making me shiver at his touch.

Garrett stands and kicks his pants off. Wrapping his arms around my waist, he turns us so my back is against the wall. He lifts me up and in one quick movement, lowers me down onto his waiting cock. He stretches and fills me until he’s buried to the hilt inside me. I let out a long, low moan at the sensation. Garrett pauses for a moment, looking into my eyes.

“You okay?”

“Fuck, you feel amazing,” I whisper, leaning forward to kiss him.

He must take that as an affirmative because before the kiss ends, he begins to move. His hands on my ass and the wall behind me help keep me aloft while he plunges into me. He moves slowly at first, letting me adjust to the fullness. It’s not long before he increases his speed, rocking into me fast and hard. I use my legs for leverage, working with him to move even faster. Our bodies make wet, slapping sounds as we race toward the edge together. Garrett’s fingers grip me tightly, pulling me down even as he thrusts upward. I feel as though a coil is wound tightly inside me, growing tighter with every pounding thrust.

The tension within me keeps building, wringing little gasps out of me. Garrett keeps up a steady stream of dirty talk, the words coming out in halting, growls as he has his way with me. It’s so hot to hear what he’s thinking and feeling.

“God, you feel so good.”

“I’ve missed this. Being inside you. Feeling you come.”

I’m so close now. His words only push me closer to the edge.

“Those sounds you make.”

So close.

“Come for me, Claire. Come on my cock.”

I cry out as the first wave hits me. My eyes fall closed and I hold onto Garrett as he keeps up his punishing pace, pounding into me. I spasm around his length again and again, my orgasm seeming to go on forever. Garrett groans and I can tell he’s close. His grip on my ass tightens and I see the cords of muscle stand out on his neck. All at once, he stops moving and presses me hard to the wall, buried fully inside me. The sound he makes seems like it was pulled from deep inside him as his cock pulses inside me. I pull him to me for a kiss as he empties the last of his load.

“I love you,” I say in a breathless whisper. “So much.”

He grins at me. “I love you, too.”

Chapter Thirty-three

Claire

Everything is absolutely perfect for Hannah and Finn’s big day. As if I expected anything less from a Hannah Travis event. The weather is a perfect 72 degrees and sunny. The cornflower blue sky is filled with the kind of fat, fluffy clouds that don’t hold a hint of rain. The flower arrangements are blooming at exactly the right time. None of the groomsmen are late or drunk. Since most of them are my brothers, I count that as a blessing. The bridesmaids are all beautiful with not a hair out of place, and no one misses a step during the ceremony.

Liam walks his mother down the aisle and hands her off to Finn, making nearly everyone in the crowd stop to dab their eyes. Finn not only shakes Liam’s hand, but he says something too low for me to hear and pulls the boy to him in a hug. I work hard to pretend I’m not crying. There must be something in my eye. Pollen, maybe. Quinn sniffs loudly beside me and I turn to see her trying to hide her own tears. She glares at me.

“Pregnancy hormones,” she whispers fiercely.

“Uh huh.”

“At least I have an excuse.”

I just smile and swipe away my own tears.

I swear I see a watery glint in Finn’s eyes when he says his vows to Hannah. I blink away more tears of my own as he slips the wedding band onto my new sister’s finger. Liam bounces up and down between them, clearly ecstatic. They’re officially a family and it’s beautiful to see. I look over at Garrett to see him smiling back at me. He looks incredible in a tailored suit with a tie that matches his eyes. I shoot him a wink as I pass him on my way back down the aisle. His smile widens, just a bit. I turn back to focus on my escort and the rest of the walk down the aisle. I’m counting down the minutes until we finish with the photos, and I can meet Garrett at the reception. He promised he’d dance with me and there’s no way I’m letting him off the hook.

We finally arrive at the reception after what feels like a million photos with the wedding photographer. It feels ridiculous to be this impatient to see Garrett. Especially since we’ve spent nearly all our time together for the last few weeks. I thought it might wear off—this constant desire to be near him—but it hasn’t yet. Maybe it will eventually. But for now, I’m enjoying this stage in our relationship. I pick Garrett out of the crowd immediately and walk directly into his arms. He pulls me to him in a quick kiss.

“You look beautiful,” he whispers before releasing me.

I smile up at him and run a hand down the front of his suit. “Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, sir.”

The crowd goes quiet, and all eyes turn to the entryway as the new family is introduced for the first time. Hannah, Finn and Liam enter the ballroom, all three grinning broadly. Their happiness is visible for everyone to see. I sigh and lean back against Garrett’s chest as I watch my brother with his new wife and son. It’s crazy to realize just how much has changed in the last year. I feel Garrett’s arms wrap around my waist and his lips near my ear.

“I love you,” he whispers.