“Ford!” I widened my eyes at him. “My mom is downstairs.”
His lips quirked on one side as he pushed off the door and sauntered toward me. Each of his movements were calculated, but I couldn’t deny it was getting me hot and bothered. His height wasn’t intimidating. If anything, it made me want him even more. It made me feel tiny in comparison to him, and I knew it would take little effort on his part to fling me in the air and catch me.
“Just think,” he whispered, coming to a stop a couple of feet in front of me. “This time next week, you’ll be in our house, and we can do whatever we want, whenever we want.” His words spoke to me in ways he couldn’t even imagine. “I can’t wait to have you in my bed again.” He pulled one of his hands out of his front pocket and slowly trailed his finger up my arm and over my collarbone. I shivered from his touch, a small gasp leaving my mouth. We’d gone so long without touching each other, but now I never wanted it to stop. “It’s lonely without you.”
I wanted to laugh at his words, but it was impossible with the way his hand was brushing against my skin, driving me insane with want. How could he have such an effect on me? How could he—
I tilted my head, realizing that he may have been able to drive me crazy, but I could play that game too. He was the one who would be watching Leo until the fight was over, and afterward, we were staying at his house. So for hours, he’d have to wait for me to come home, and in the meantime, I could make it torture for him. Two could play this game, but I wanted to be the winner.
“I’ll be in your bed tonight,” I murmured and stepped closer to him. His hazel eyes darkened at the move, and my lips curved up. “Only a few hours.” I lifted my own hand to trail over his chest. He jerked as I laid my palm over his heart. “And then I’m all yours.”
“Fuck, Belle,” he ground out. “I shouldn’t have played this game with you, because all I want to do right now is bend you over and—”
“Do it,” I begged, losing myself in his words. I thought I was playing him at his own game, but I’d been wrong. We were both winners here, and the prize was each other. But I didn’t want to wait for my prize. I wanted it right now.
“Don’t tempt me,” he warned, but he was already turning me around so my back was toward him.
“Why?” I turned my head and met his gaze, then slowly bent over, placing my hands on my bed and biting down on my bottom lip.
“Fuck me,” he breathed out, his gaze tracking my ass and not moving. I kept my head turned, and my attention solely on him, not able to look away as he took me all in.
“That’s what I was thinking,” I quipped back, and as soon as the words left my mouth, he yanked his jeans down just enough for his cock to spring free, then pulled my panties aside.
“This is gonna be quick,” he told me, and I nodded in reply. His hands gripped my hips, and I felt the head of his cock press against my entrance, and then he thrust inside me, filling me deliciously to the hilt, and owning every single part of me. “Damn,” he sighed. “This feeling will never get old.”
He pulled out slowly and then thrust back inside, moving to his own rhythm and driving me to the edge. I moaned but couldn’t look away as his features relaxed into euphoria.
“Belle? We need to leave!” Asher shouted up the stairs, and Ford thrust harder and faster, gaining traction and not letting up. He opened his eyes, meeting my stare, and gripped me harder, warning me not to move. His one hand trailed around to my clit, and he pinched it then rolled it between his thumb and finger, and it was like he’d just pressed the button on a detonator. “Belle?” Asher called a second time.
“I’m coming!” I shouted, but I wasn’t sure whether I was talking to Asher or Ford. I moaned louder, and Ford’s hand covered my mouth as he pounded faster. My chest scraped against the bedding as my body started to come down from the orgasm, and with one last thrust, Ford stilled, not concealing his groan as he unloaded inside me.
“Fuck, Belle. How the hell do you do that to me?” His breaths were rapid, sweat beading on his face, and he looked sexy as hell.
“Me?” I asked as he slowly pulled out. My body wanted nothing more than to collapse onto my bed, but I couldn’t. “You did that to me.”
“I can’t help it,” he murmured, stepping back. “Not when it comes to you. I lose control.”
I stood and stretched my arms above my head and felt the trickle of his cum trailing down my leg. “I need to go wash.” My face burned with a blush as I realized what we’d done and where we’d done it. We’d just fucked while my little brother and Mom were downstairs, and I couldn’t bring myself to regret it. Ford said he lost control when it came to me, and I felt the exact same way.
I leaned up onto my tiptoes and placed a kiss on his cheek, then darted out of my bedroom and across the hall to the bathroom. It didn’t take me long to clean up, and I headed back into my bedroom so we could switch places. By the time I was dressed, Ford was sauntering back into my bedroom and Asher was shouting for me again.
“Go,” he whispered, leaning forward and placing a kiss on my lips. “I’ll see you when you come to my place later.”
“Okay.” I hesitated and pressed another kiss to his lips. “I pumped some milk earlier. It’s in the—”
“Refrigerator,” Ford finished for me. “Go. I’ll see you later.”
“Okay.” I paused and stared at his face, my stomach dipping, and then rushed out, “I love you.”
“Love you too, Baby Belle.”
* * *
FORD
We watched as Asher backed out of the driveway with Belle in the passenger seat of his car. By we, I meant Leo and me. This would be the first time I’d truly be alone with him, and to say I was nervous was an understatement. I’d been around plenty since Belle had given birth, but this time was different. I’d be alone. Alone with a baby—my baby. And all I could think about was if I fucked up. What if something went wrong? What if I couldn’t figure out what he wanted? What if I put his diaper on wrong? What if—
“You’re overthinking it,” Lola’s voice said from behind me, and I turned to see her leaning against the living room doorframe, her brow raised.