A Redo (Sterling Shore 6)

I’m careful when I flip her under me so I can devour her properly, slipping myself between her legs. The lace on her underwear tears easily enough, and I toss them aside. I’ll put them with the pair I ripped at the Christmas party.

She grins against my lips as I settle myself closer, already hard as a fucking rock and ready to be inside her. I’ve never been sex-crazed, but I swear I could spend all day in bed with her—every day.

She spreads her legs, ready for me, but I turn her over, wanting her back on her hands and knees the way she was when she crawled across the bed and teased the fuck out of me. She chuckles softly, but the laughter fades quickly when I lean forward, kissing her shoulder and dusting her hair over to the other side so I can get at her neck.

The second she moans, I can’t hold off any longer. I lean up, grab both of her hips as I line myself up with her, and thrust in, burying myself deep in one perfect stroke that I feel all the way down to my toes.

She cries out softly, pushing back on me as though she’s as greedy as I am, and I grin as I start the rhythm, feeling her squeezing me like a fitted glove designed just for me.

Our bodies move together, grinding, fucking, loving… Each thrust gets harder, and Allie only seems to enjoy it more. Our skin is soon slapping, and my grip is tighter as I dig my fingers into her hipbones to keep from slamming her up against the headboard.

A sheen of sweat starts forming, and when her walls clamp around me, squeezing me tighter, my name tears through her lips. I hold her up when she goes limp, and my stomach muscles clench as I stare at our connection, watching myself slide in and out of her until it’s too much. I explode inside her, almost biting my lip hard enough to bring blood in an effort to keep myself from getting loud.

I sink to the bed with Allie, too sated to try and pretend otherwise, and a lazy grin spreads over her lips when she comes to rest on top of me, her eyes seeming heavy as they continue to close for longer and longer intervals between blinks.

“Best. Redo. Ever,” she says softly, and I laugh while tucking her against me.

Epilogue

2 weeks later…

WREN

Angel squeals as I throw her over my shoulder, and she tries to wriggle against my grip as I carry her.

“No fair! You’re bigger and stronger!” she laughs.

“And I win,” I announce, putting her down on the patio chair. Most everyone is here today, and they’re all laughing and smiling enjoying the day.

Ethan couldn’t make it, since he’s still in Chicago, but everyone else is here, including Bella. I never have cookouts at my house, but things are changing more and more every day.

Angel finally starts eating, since I managed to get her in the chair, and Allie smiles over at me from her corner seat next to Bella. Now I wish we hadn’t done this here. I’m ready to carry her out and hold her to me.

“You two seem to be adjusting well to the new living arrangements,” Mom muses while joining me at my side.

“It’s effortless,” I say honestly. “We found a rhythm on the first day, and we’ve stuck to it,” I add, grinning at the innuendo she misses. Then I get serious. “I was worried you’d be pissed.”

She snorts under her breath. “I was at first, because I was worried. I figured it out close to Christmas that you had feelings for each other, which is why I pointed out the mistletoe. I needed to see you react. Honestly, I wasn’t prepared for you to react quite that fiercely. Then I was pissed because you were hiding it from me, not because you wanted to be with her.”

She gives me a pointed look that makes me feel ten-years-old again—scolding me without words.

“Why were you worried?” I ask in deflection.

“You haven’t been divorced too long. The only dates you have gone on since Erica were the horrible blind dates Ash set you up on. Well, Brin wasn’t horrible, but you know what I mean. I was worried you were rushing in. But I guess some things are just… meant to be. I sound cheesy, don’t I?”

I laugh while nodding, but I kiss her forehead, understanding her meaning.

“Speaking of cheesy, how are you and Ray?”

She swats my chest, and I feign pain. “Ray and I are… meant to be,” she says wistfully, and I immaturely mock gagging with a finger in my mouth.

She grins before walking over to where Ray has taken the seat next to Angel. Is he seriously teaching my daughter how to cheat at cards right now?