The whole car erupts into laughter, and Cora begins to disentangle herself from my brothers. “Come on, boys. You can wait until we get there.”
“River. You’re just a fucking cock-block,” Danny grumbles, but for the rest of the way, my brothers manage to keep their hands to themselves.
At the motel reception, the man behind the counter peers at us over his glasses. “You’ll all be staying in one room?”
“Yes,” I say. “I booked the largest room.”
“And you’re all family?”
“Yes,” I say. “Siblings.”
Cora clears her throat, and the corners of my mouth start to pull up before I fight to control my amusement.
His eyes scan over the group, spending the longest on Cora, who blushes adorably. “I take it you’ll only need one keycard.”
“Absolutely,” I say. “We do everything together.”
Danny coughs and turns so he’s facing the door, and the man hesitates, leaving his fingers pressed against the card. “Thank you,” I say, sliding it toward me.
“This reception is open twenty-four-seven if you need anything,” he says directly to Cora.
Seriously. Does he really think she’s being brought to this motel against her will by five giant men? I guess he must see a lot of disturbing shit working on a motel front desk.
The room isn’t far away, but by the time we get there, I’m ready to tear Cora’s clothes from her sweet body and feast on her like a starving man.
She was only away for a couple of days, but it feels like forever since I was buried deep inside her.
As soon as we’re through the door, I push her against the wall, my hand resting over her neck, and crush my lips to hers. I feel her swallow against my palm before her leg hooks around my ass, drawing my hips close. Oh God. This girl will be the death of me.
“Be careful with her,” Mark says. “You don’t know your own strength sometimes.”
“It’s fine,” Cora says. “I like it when he’s all rough and needy.”
“Which is basically all the time,” I snort.
“Exactly,” she smiles.
“Take off your clothes,” I order. “But leave your underwear. I want to see you in all your sexy glory.”
Cora strips off her black and pink shirt and then unzips her denim skirt, allowing both to drop to the floor. Beneath, she’s wearing the black lace set she was wearing the night she made a sandwich and drove us all crazy for food and pussy.
“Now that’s what I’m talking about,” Danny says with a whistle.
Cora takes a bow, now unabashed of being undressed in front of us, or our approval of her body.
I hook my finger in the front of her bra and tug her toward me, bending until we’re nose to nose. I grip her chin in my big hand, needing her to hear what I have to say without distraction. “Baby, you’re never walking out on us again. You hear me?”
A little puff of air slips between her lips as she nods her head.
“You don’t know how crazy I felt when you were gone.”
“I felt crazy too,” she says. “I just didn’t know how to deal with everything that was happening.”
“You doubted us,” I say. “And I get it. Things happened. But never again, okay? This is it for us. You are it for us. And that means we stick together through everything.”
She nods again, her eyes going glassy, and I press a hard kiss to her mouth before she has a chance to cry. I don’t want tonight to be about tears or about looking to the past. We need to draw a line under that shit and move forward. Tonight is the start of our future together. A future where we don’t need to hide from our parents or keep our relationship secret from the world. Well, except for men who work the front desk at motels. That shit is just about practicality.
Alden moves behind Cora, his hands stroking down her sides and over her curvy hips as he mouths the back of her neck. I drop to my knees, kissing my girl across her soft stomach, relishing her warmth and femininity, and breathing in her scent. She shudders as Alden’s hand cups her breasts, seeking each nipple through the thin lace of her bra. She shudders, even more, when the tip of my tongue flicks her clit through her panties.
God, she smells so good and tastes so good. She’s like a drug to me. A perfect, sweet drug that fills my brain with something that makes me feel like I’m floating. I push her panties to the side and begin to feast on her in earnest, hitching one of her legs over my shoulder so that her pussy is opened to me. I push my tongue inside her tight, wet heat, a precursor to what I’m going to do to her later, and she whimpers. “You like that?” Alden asks her. “You like River’s tongue in your cunt?”