Page 89 of From That Moment

“Oh God,” she whispered.

“That.”

And then I moved. I thrust in and out of her, pistoning until both of us gripped at each other’s shoulders, our mouths latched on to one another’s, needing each other. And when I came, she came right with me, both of us shaking to the point where I was afraid we were going to fall. After all, we were leaning against the couch, and she was wearing very high heels and a dress that looked sexy as fuck.

One that she needed to keep wearing because we had to be out the door…about ten minutes ago.

I was still deep inside of her, looking around for something to clean us with.

“I thought you said you were just going to tie your shoe,” Paris said, laughing, still keeping me inside.

“I’m not even wearing shoelaces,” I said with a laugh and kissed her hard again. I pulled out of her, and both of us cleaned up, laughing and kissing as we did.

Paris had to get a new set of panties since I was pretty sure I had heard them rip when I pulled them to the side to eat her out. That wasn’t the first time that had happened.

“Prior Brady. I’m running out of nice underwear.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t wear any.”

“I am wearing a dress with a side slit. No one’s going to be able to see my underwear, but I am not going commando around your brothers.”

I frowned. “Good idea. Let’s not do that.”

“Yes. Let’s not. Because you know they’re going to know that we had sex before we got there.”

“Most likely. That’s sort of why we’re going to be late. They’re all going to know, especially with that very satisfied look on your face.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s your satisfied look.”

“You’re telling me you weren’t satisfied?”

“Twice. You know that. And stop sayingsatisfied.”

“How about fucked.”

“Fine, but don’t say that around Joshua. Dakota is getting cranky because we keep cursing around her kid.”

“You’re the one who cursed around him the last time, and then blamed it on me,” I said with a laugh as we got into the car.

“Well, you made me mad.”

“No, I didn’t. You just didn’t want to make Dakota mad. You want her to get angry at me.”

“Maybe. You can handle it better than I can.”

“We both know that’s a lie,” I said, shaking my head.

We were heading to Cross and Hazel’s house, the Brady family dinner, this time with all of us in attendance.

Dakota and Myra were coming, as well, although I had a feeling the girls weren’t too excited about it.

Not that they weren’t always welcome. But with two of the friends as part of the pact now paired off with the Bradys, I had a feeling that Dakota and Myra didn’t like the odds with my other two brothers.

Not that I was touching any of that with a ten-foot pole, thank you very much.

“So, who do we think is going to get in a fight first? Myra and Nate? Or Dakota and Macon?” Paris asked, echoing my thoughts.

“You know what? I was just telling myself I wasn’t going to touch on that subject.”