Old Fashioned - Becker Brothers

Maybe she felt it, too, as her thighs tightened around me, and she pressed her forehead to mine, our breaths hot and heavy where they danced between our lips. Maybe our bodies and souls were having entire conversations without a single whisper as her heels gently dug into the back of my thighs, urging me on, begging me to push inside her.

And when I did, the rubber band of energy around us warped, stretching to its max before it snapped back with a pop that had us both letting out a shaky, longing sigh.

Sydney’s hands pulled and gripped, her nails scratching and digging, as if she couldn’t get me close enough, like any centimeter of distance was too much. And I worked between her legs, pulsing, in and out, my lips on her neck, her breasts, her chin and jaw before we were kissing again, the pressure crushing.

I came with my mouth fastened to hers, and she rolled her body in time with mine, taking my release inside her without either of us slowing. Even when I was spent, when every drop was spilled and my body ached to collapse, I continued, slowing my pace but staying inside her with our kiss just as demanding as before.

I love you.

I want you.

Be with me.

Those words were never spoken, but they rang loudly through that room as if the walls had come alive long enough to say them for us.

We were slick, fastened together from lips to chest to hips, and still, I moved, flexing in and out of her until I started to get hard again, and Sydney rolled me onto my back. She straddled me with her hands on my chest, and took control, easing us into round two before round one had even fully ended.

Until the night turned to morning and I had to sneak out of her house, we made love.

And for the first time in my life, I understood the meaning of that phrase.Jordan“I cannot believe this is what you wanted to do for your bachelor party,” Logan said the next night, looking around the old treehouse our father built when we were kids. It was out in the middle of nowhere, in an oak tree by the creek. Each corner of it was decorated differently, reflecting what our interests were at those ages, and we sat in our respected areas. “I mean, it’s your last night as a free man. Shouldn’t we have taken you to Nashville? Hit up some live music bars and some strip clubs?”

Mikey stopped where he’d been strumming on his guitar, cutting out the sound with a thump of his hand on the shell. His corner of the treehouse had been filled with music, even though he was only around six when Dad built it. Even then, we all knew Mikey would be a musician.

“To be fair, I’m still underage. I’d bet it’s my fault we aren’t out at the clubs.”

“Nah,” Noah said, clapping our youngest brother on his shoulder before he kicked back on his bean bag again. He rested his hands behind his head, looking up at the makeshift constellations Dad had made him on the ceiling. His area was filled with maps and sailboats, a reflection of his dream at the time to sail around the world.

I wondered if it was still a dream, if maybe he and Ruby Grace would do it together one day.

“It’s not you, Mikey,” he continued, his eyes still on the ceiling. “I wanted something low key. I mean, to be honest, I don’t consider this the last night of me being a free man. The truth is, my heart was taken off the market the moment I met Ruby Grace.”

Logan smiled at that.

“If anything, this is my last night of a chapter I’m excited to end. I think my real freedom, my real life starts when I marry that woman tomorrow.”

“Yeah, but still, you don’t want to see some titties?” Mikey asked.

Noah looked at all of us with an unreadable expression. “Does it make me the biggest pansy in the world if I say the only titties I want to see for the rest of my life are hers?”

There was a chorus of soft laughter from each of us, but not much of an argument, which was a testament to what we’d been through in the last few years. There was no doubt in my mind that had this night happened five years ago, we would have been at a strip club — whether Noah wanted to go or not. We would have snuck Mikey in, if we had to. Back then, none of us were settled down, and it wasn’t even on the radar.

Now, we were different men.

All thanks to women we never saw coming.

“I would tease you about it,” Logan said. “But the truth is, I’m in the same boat.”