I fucked her hard and ruthlessly, unforgivably, and she responded in kind. She ground her hips and pushed into me and took everything I gave, giving it all right back for the split seconds I hesitated.
My orgasm hit me hard, clenching every single muscle in my body until I could barely breathe. My balls felt like they were in an iron vice, and I was a second away from stopping when Kinsley cried out and pressed her ass against me.
I pumped into her a few more times, just as firmly, and rode her orgasm out with endless clenching around my cock. It was almost enough to make me come again, but she sagged onto the cushions in front of me, her body falling limp.
I was as spent as she was. I relaxed on top of her while still trying to hold my own body weight so she wasn’t crushed. My forehead rested against the back of her shoulder, and my hot, heavy exhales spread across her upper back as I tried to regain control of myself.
Her own were muffled by my sofa, and I reluctantly pulled back after a minute so she could raise her head and breathe again. Pulling out of her was like losing a comfort blanket—she was so hot, so wet, so comfortable, that if we were in bed, I’d have happily fallen asleep buried deep inside her pussy.
I dropped to the sofa, and she did the same, falling in the same direction I had. I caught her as she flopped and held her against me, laughing breathlessly as I did so.
Kinsley groaned as she pressed her face into my neck. “Now I need a shower and I have no clean underwear.”
“Didn’t stop me earlier,” I murmured into her hair.
“Be quiet. You didn’t wear underwear in the hope you’d get laid.”
“Same reason you didn’t wear a bra, then.”
“Nope.” She moved and nestled further into me, resting one arm over my body. “I didn’t wear a bra because bras are prison devices.”
“I completely agree.”
“You would.” She poked me. “I’m stealing your shower. And your clothes. And leaving in the dead of night.”
“Excellent.” I smoothed my hand over the top of her head, pushing wayward wisps of hair from her face. “Plenty of time to do that again, then.”
***
There were so many fucking balloons here that I had whiplash.
Mind you, there were so many ducks that I had it, too.
I resented every single second that I was here. It was the first time Kinsley and I had been around Colton since we’d solidified our relationship, and we’d barely spoken two words to each other.
We’d always been friends, so we were really running the risk of going too far to the other direction. If we didn’t talk at all, it’d look weird.
Not to mention it didn’t help that Saylor, Holley, Tori, and Ivy were here. Not that Ivy was able to talk to anyone except all the elderly ladies who wanted to caress her pregnant belly, but she was well-guarded by her fierce grandmother, Rosie.
It was Tori and Agatha everyone was worried about.
Despite what Tori said, she and Agatha were two peas in a pod. If anyone was going to cause trouble, it would be one of them.
I slipped away from the crowd to where Kinsley was hiding on a bench behind some bushes. “What are you doing here?”
“Avoiding Mabel and her bonnets,” she whispered, tucking her hair behind her ear. “She wants me to help adjust some for the ducks, but the last thing I want is to stab her duck with a pin.”
“Yeah, for sure.” I looked around at the sight before us. “What’s going on?”
“You just got here?”
“Oh, yeah. I dropped those balloons and ran. Have you spoken to your brother?”
She nodded. “Yeah. He was here with Grandpa when I arrived. It’s over with Amber, and I think it’s for real this time.”
I blew out a long breath. “Is it bad that I’m happy about that?”
“No,” she said slowly, staring out in front of us. “I am, too. Their relationship was unhealthy and toxic. They’re in different places and want different things, and sometimes it doesn’t matter how much you love someone.”
I said nothing for a moment before I nudged her, drawing her attention, and winked. “Come on. We need to get back out there before someone gets suspicious that we’re both missing.”
Groaning, she let me pull her to her feet. “Only because you’re trying to hide with me. Talk about unfair.”
I laughed and walked out ahead of her, stepping into the carnage. I was swept away by my grandmother who looped her arm through mine and led me across the green to the other side of the pond.
“You’re being obvious.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I grunted.
“You and Kinsley,” she whispered, patting my hand. “You can’t go sneaking off when Colton is around unless you’re willing to let him find out.”
I let out a deep breath and looked around. My gaze found Kinsley instantly. She was not far from where I’d left her, surrounded by her friends, and laughing.
And beautiful.
So. Fucking. Beautiful.
Her dark hair swung around her shoulders as she laughed, and she wrapped one arm around a now-sitting Ivy who had her hands rested protectively on her bump.
She was protecting her, too, keeping her safe from the well-meaning but invasive pensioners who loved nothing more than babies and bumps and little knitted booties.
“You look like you’re fallin’ in love,” Grandma said, lowering herself onto a bench to watch the duck parade. “You need a new poker face. Yours sucks.”
“If you weren’t my grandmother, I’d tell you where to shove that.”
“I know. It’s why I like being your grandmother.” She grinned, resting her hands on her lap. “Now sit here, shut up, and watch this stupid thing Mabel put
