One More Time
His tongue lapped at my nipples, pulling groans from my throat as my hands wrapped up in his black tresses. His hair was thick and his breath was hot, and I could feel him grinding into me as he traveled down. His hands parted my legs at the knees and the rush of cool air shivered my skin.
But then, I felt his lips descend on my wet folds.
I rose my hips to meet his lips, offering myself to him on a silver platter. I felt him grin against my skin, his tongue prodding my folds while his fingers massaged my thighs. He licked a thick stripe up my slit, gathering my arousal upon his tongue. I looked down at him and saw him staring back at me as the glittering gold of his eyes turned devious.
His gaze only heated me with a white-hot pleasure that I wanted to explore.
I pressed him back into my body and his tongue found my clit. He sucked and flicked as my hips rolled into his face. I could feel my body coating his cheeks with my fluids as they poured out of me and onto the bed. The electricity surging through my veins as his fingertips embedded their prints into my skin was nothing short of fantastical. My eyes rolled into the back of my head and my hair was a tangled mess of knots. I writhed underneath him as his tongue explored my depths, then I lifted my eyes to look down once more.
His face was buried between my legs just as his arms wrapped around my thighs, pulling me closer to him as he drank me down.
My heels dug into the sinewy muscles of his back. My toes began to curl and my back began to arch. I bowed like a tightened violin as my fingernails scraped across his scalp, and soon my legs were quaking with delight.
“Yes. Please don’t stop. This feels—so good—yes.”
His name rolled effortlessly off my tongue as he rode my climax out with me. His tongue pressed deep, massaging the whole of my pussy while his beard tickled my thighs. I dropped to the bed and heaved for air as tears of joy prickled the backs of my eyes.
I felt like I was floating on clouds.
CHAPTER 1
EVAN
“Uncle Evan sing song?”
“What song would you like me to sing, Liam?”
“Alphabet!”
“You want the alphabet song as your bedtime song?” I asked.
“Yeah!”
“Okay. Let me go put your sister down, then I’ll come back and sing you the alphabet song,” I said.
“Okay. Kisses for Hawy?”
“Let me go get her, and you can give Hadley some kisses,” I said.
With my nanny out sick, it was just me and the kids. I thought this situation would’ve gotten easier by now, but it hadn’t even started feeling normal. Going from living a secluded life in the woods to becoming a legal guardian for two very young kids had been bumpy.
I loved my niece and nephew – but these last three years of my life had become a deep-fried pile of bullshit, served up and ready for me on a silver fucking platter.
It seemed that with every passing day, it was getting harder and harder to choke down.
“Come here, Hadley-bear,” I said. “Brother wants to give you a kiss.”
Scooping the seven-month-old up in my arms, she started babbling and blowing bubbles. Every single time I looked at her I saw my sister-in-law.
“Hawy! Hawy!”
“Ready to give your sister kisses?” I asked.
I bent the sleepy little girl down toward Liam, and he pressed a kiss right against her cheek. The sight melted my heart ten times over, and I knew the question that was coming.
“Sleep with Hawy?” Liam asked.
“No, no. Hadley needs her own bed to sleep in. But in the morning after breakfast, we’ll all pile in front of the fireplace. How does that sound?” I asked.