My eyes flashed open as her heated breath swept across the tip. “Fuck, no.” I growled. “I’m all about learning from your mistakes. And practice makes perfect.”
“Good,” she murmured before her mouth closed around my cock.
“Jesus.” She sucked, taking the length of me deep in her throat. I couldn’t help it and jerked my hips and she gagged, but didn’t withdraw.
I weaved my fingers through her hair and held tightly, helping her as she slid up and down, her hand on the base holding me firm and steady. My cock popped from her mouth and she looked up at me, her eyes glazed over with pleasure and her lips wet and glistening from my pre-cum.
“Any pointers?” Her hand started jerking me up and down like she’d seen me do.
I grunted, legs shaking as I tried to hold off longer. “Fuck no.” My chest rose and fell in quick concessions as she continued to jerk me off while her other hand went beneath my balls and lifted.
“Do men like their balls played with?”
I didn’t know about other men and I didn’t want to know. All I knew was that I did. I liked Haven’s hand on my balls handling them like precious jewels while her other hand fisted my cock like it was a bat.
“Baby, please.”
She smiled then her mouth covered my cock and she did with her mouth what her hand was doing until I was thrusting my hips upward to meet her rhythm.
“Oh fuck. Fuck. Baby, I’m coming.”
She didn’t stop and I shot down her throat over and over again as she sucked every inch of me. When she raised her head, there were remnants of me on her chin and she wiped it with her finger then placed her finger in her mouth.
“Damn, that’s hot. All of it. You’re hot.” I released her hair and stroked the side of her face with my knuckles. “You’re made for me.”
“I love you.” She crawled up my body until she was snuggled into me, her head fitting in the crook of my arm, so I could kiss the top of her head. “I love you both.”
“Huh?” I frowned. “You’re talking about your brother while in bed with me after a blow job? Let’s make it a rule. Ream stays out of bedroom.”
She reached down between my legs and stroked my cock. “I’m talking about this. Since you talk to it like it’s another person, I’m proclaiming my love for both of you.”
I chuckled. “Yeah, we’d have an issue if you only loved one of us.”
We lay around for another half-hour talking about nothing important, after I returned the favor with my tongue on her clit. Then our bliss was interrupted by Kite’s knock on the door.
“You see Haven at all? She’s not in her room and it doesn’t look like she slept at home last night.”
I kept my voice low. “I don’t want to hide us, Haven, but I want to know you’re ready for everyone to know.”
Instead of answering me, she called out, “I’m fine, Kite.”
“Good to hear,” he replied without a second’s hesitation. Fucker knew we were together. “Crisis, get your ass out of bed. We’re going to Logan and Eme’s in ten.”
“Not going,” I shouted.
“Like hell,” Kite yelled back. “I show up without you, Logan will kick your ass.”
“Yeah, right.”
“You want to test him right now? He’s already strung tight over the wedding.”
I chuckled because this was a point of contention every time I saw Logan. He was constantly on the phone with contractors trying to get the house and stables finished because their wedding date was supposed to be in February at what I liked to call their ‘fuck-nest’ farm. If it wasn’t done, no wedding.
“It’s okay. I need to study for exams.”
I’d never spent this much time with a single chick in my bed and I didn’t want to leave. Fuck, the thought of leaving her for the day . . . well, I didn’t like it. “Come with me.”
She pulled back and perched on one elbow. “Everyone will be there.”
“Yeah.” I tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “And it’s not like we haven’t known one another for a while, and shit, we already live together.” I sat up and leaned over her until she collapsed back on the bed.
I was expecting a fight; her wanting to stay here and avoid the social scene like she’d always done. “Okay.”
“You can study while we’re recording,” I continued.
“Okay.”
“And if you need quiet, I’m sure Emily has a room you . . . you say okay?”
“Vincent,”—Fuck I loved when she said my name—“my brother—”
I kissed her forehead. “He’s an overprotective stubborn dickhead, but he has his reasons and I get that. Maybe, he’ll be happy I’m in your pants and watching out for you.”
She snorted and it was adorable coming from Haven.
“What I was going to say was that my brother may not accept us being together. He’s my twin and I love him more than anything, and he’s my blood, my only family I have left, but I’ll fight for us if I have to.”
“Good to know because I wasn’t planning on letting you go, anyway.” I caressed her hair. “But blood doesn’t define family, Haven. My parents are my family, yet there isn’t a drop of their blood in me.”
“You were adopted?”
“Yeah, when I was two.” I rhythmically stroked her back. “My parents waited five years for a baby to come available. Don’t know my real parents and . . . I don’t care if I ever do. I have the best parents in the fuckin’ world. Shit, you met my mom; you saw that. That’s real, baby. That’s family.”
Her palm rested on my chest. “But what if your mother wanted you and—”
“My parents went through the right channels and my mother willingly gave me up. I’m okay with that. Known about it since I was old enough to understand and they’ve always been and always will be my mom and dad. Ream’s my family and so is Logan, Kite, Kat, Emily, Matt, Deck, Georgie and you. There’s no question what we’d do for one another—Anything. That’s family and you need to realize that you’re part of that now. Not just Ream, but all of us.”