The Godparent Trap

Everything about this moment felt like it had been ordained, and I had no idea why it felt so right, just that it did.

That she did.

“Rip!” She gritted her teeth, hooking her ankles behind me. My body loomed over hers, and I surrendered everything as I thrust into her. She threw back her head, lips parted.

It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen in my life.

Colby completely surrendering to me.

Trusting me.

I kissed the side of her throat, tasting her skin as she matched my rhythm, her body moving like it was made for me.

My muscles flexed taut as I tried to hold on, but every time I tried to rein myself in, she drew her nails down my back, or made a little mewling noise that was so fucking adorable I couldn’t focus.

“Should have”—she groaned—“done this weeks ago.”

“Months,” I agreed. “Years.”

“Yes!”

I molded her to me, willing the sensation of filling her to last, but I could tell I was already close, and she was almost there as I pumped one last time and felt her release around me.

My mouth covered hers in a soft kiss, and she cupped my face as the aftershocks of what we’d just done thrummed between us. I didn’t want to pull out of her. I wanted to stay connected.

The most connected I’d ever been with another person in my entire life, and it was someone who used to call me Satan.

Someone I used to call immature and lazy.

Now all I could think about was that I had almost missed this.

“I know,” she whispered.

“Did I say that out loud?”

“Yeah.” Colby’s bright eyes met mine. “I’m glad we didn’t miss this too, Rip.”

Our hands clasped and Colby squeezed tight. “What do you see now?”

I stared at our united hands and whispered, “The best damn trap I’ve ever been in, where my sneaky sister knew what she was doing, along with my best friend. A trap that’s not really a trap but a dream. One I’ve wanted to be stuck in my entire life.”

“Godparent traps are forever, you know… legally binding and all that,” she teased.

“Good.” I kissed her again, and again, then repeated, “Good.”