Breaking The Bro Code (Hawthorne Brothers 3)

He pulls away and slips the ring on my finger. Then he grasps my chin and plants his lips tenderly on top of mine. My heart soars.

Truly, I’ve never been happier.EpilogueRyker

Five months later…

“Okay,” I tell Ethan over the phone. “Say hello to Stella for me and give little Erin a kiss from me. Take care.”

I hang up and go downstairs to the kitchen. Claire is standing over the stove, preparing dinner—tarkari or Nepali chicken curry from the smell of it, which she has perfected since we moved here to Pokhara. A floral apron hangs from her neck and ties around her waist.

I smile. I don’t think I’ll ever tire of watching her cook.

I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her from behind. I plant a kiss on her neck. She turns her head to give me a smile before pressing her lips against mine.

“What did Ethan say?” she asks.

“That he likes everything we’ve been doing with the Foundation,” I answer.

“Of course he does,” Claire says. “We’ve only just started and the world is already talking about us. More importantly, we’ve already helped so many people.”

True. The Hawthorne Foundation is doing even better than I thought it would.

“Also, he said Erin is growing bigger and prettier every day.”

“She does look adorable in her pictures,” Claire agrees. “I’m sorry you’re not there to pamper her with kisses.”

“Ethan pampers her with enough kisses,” I say. “Besides, I have someone else I can pamper with kisses right here.”

I plant a kiss on the nape of her neck then on each of her shoulders as I run my hands along her sides.

Claire glances over her shoulder. “I’m cooking, you know.”

“I know. When has that ever stopped you?”

“Never.”

She lowers the flame on the stove and puts the lid on the pot. Then she turns around. She glances at the clock on the wall as she takes off her apron.

“You have ten minutes.”

She hangs her apron on the peg.

I grin. “Plenty of time.”

I lift Claire off her feet. She giggles.

I carry her to the couch. Then I sit down, keeping her on my lap but letting her face forward so her back is against my chest and her legs are straddling mine.

She turns her head. I grasp her chin and capture her lips. She parts them and my tongue enters her mouth.

As our tongues mingle, I slip my hands beneath her shirt to touch her breasts. As usual, she’s not wearing a bra. She never does at home. My fingers find her nipples and rub them. She moans. My cock throbs at the sound.

I dip one of my hands between her legs. I caress her through the layers of fabric before I let my hand crawl beneath them. My fingers brush against her nub and she shudders.

Claire pulls her mouth away from mine to let out a gasp as I stroke her. Her head falls against my shoulder.

I suck her neck as I tease her nub. Then I slide my fingers lower, slipping two inside her. Claire’s fingers dig into my thighs. I move my fingers and her hips move as well. My cock strains against its cotton prison, turning it into a tent.

Claire must feel it against her back, because she grabs my wrist. She pushes my hand away. Then she turns to face me. She kneels on the floor between my legs. She takes my cock out and licks the tip.

I hiss. For a few moments, I simply lie back and try to enjoy her skillful tongue on my cock while I stroke her hair. She sucks and I draw a sharp breath. Then I push her off. I pull her to her feet and take off her shorts and panties.

If we had more time, I’d eat her up. But we don’t. I’ll save that for later, after dinner. Right now, I pull her back on my lap and capture her mouth. I swallow her moans as I grip her hips and lower her body down on my cock. Her scorching, silky skin clings to me inch by inch.

One of the things I like about her taking pills even though I wouldn’t mind it if she got pregnant? The fact that nothing has to come between our bodies, which definitely results in amazing friction, friction that sucks the air from my lungs.

Once I’m completely inside her, I break the kiss and take a moment to catch my breath. Then I start to move my hips. Claire moves hers as well. Skin slaps against skin. My grunts mingle with her moans.

I lift her shirt and take one of her breasts inside my mouth. I keep it there as I go on with my thrusts.

Claire’s moans grow louder. Her hips move faster. Her body starts to tremble.

“Ryker!”

I release her breast as she cries out my name just before her nails dig into my shoulders. Her back arches and her head falls back.