She swelled and throbbed. I licked and sucked, circling my thumb around her clit.
“Patrick.”
My dick punched at my pants. I savored the taste of her, the feel of her fingers knotting in my hair, demanding more. I flicked my tongue over her sensitive bud. Her hips bucked. I did it again. She cried out.
She writhed on the desk, paper crinkling, shit falling as she moved.
“I’m so close.”
My answer was to lick faster as my fingers shimmered over her clit.
Her body seized before she released, my name a loud chant. I stood, covered those shouts with my mouth. She fumbled for my zipper, took me out, and put me exactly where she wanted me.
I pushed into her and exhaled in relief. This. I had missed this. And strangely, her. Caustic tongue and all. She sucked my bottom lip into her mouth and grabbed my ass as I pistoned into her.
Skin slapped. Breaths harsh. Hands groped.
She was home. My family.
I drove into her. She locked her ankles around me. I pressed her shoulder until her back hit my desk. Spread out before me, I’d never seen anything more incredible. Her eyes were wild with the fury of desire, all directed at me.
I watched as I disappeared inside of her, enthralled all over again at what we’d created. What we could do together. I palmed her breast, thrust into her so hard her head knocked the small clock onto the floor.
“You okay?”
“Don’t. Stop.”
She reached above her head and gripped the edge of the desk, her hips matching my rhythm. I nipped her clit and she constricted around my dick so hard I saw stars. The second she screamed my name again, I exploded inside of her.
“Marlow.” It was a hoarse cry as I pumped until all of my energy was spent.
I collapsed on top of her. Gentle hands strummed my back.
“Am I crushing you?”
“I like it.”
“But Gummy.” I popped up and took us both to the floor.
“She’s fine.”
Once her back was to my chest, I rested my chin on her shoulder. This. This was home.
Chapter Forty-Six
Marlow
“Where’s Andrew?”
“Not coming.” Holt’s mouth flattened.
“Because of me?”
He glanced back and forth between Patrick and me. “Both of you, I think.”
Patrick rubbed his jaw. I saw red. “He can’t punch you and then just not show up to Sunday dinner.”
“You did the same thing. Yours were just verbal jabs.” He held out a chair for me.
Holt tipped his beer toward him. “Well said.” Then he frowned. “Hold up a minute. Andrew punched you?”
“Still hurts.”
“Oh get over it,” I said, grabbing his hand. “We’re going to get him.”
“We are?”
“Isn’t that what I said?”
“Would that have worked with you?”
“Do you ever stop talking?”
“What was I doing yesterday in my office?” He winked at me.
“Will you be quiet?” I jerked my head toward my family.
“Seriously, man. I do not want to think about you and my sister having sex.” Holt grimaced.
“They are not having sex.” Dad pointed his wine glass.
“Then how’d she get knocked up?”
“Same as I told you when you asked before. The stork put a baby in her belly.”
“Dad, I think we all know that’s not what happened,” I said.
“Who cares as long as we get our Gummy.” Patrick squeezed my shoulders.
I couldn’t help but smile. And then everyone at the table looked at me as if they’d never seen me before.
“Let’s all go.” Baker stood and put on her coat. “We haven’t ordered anything but appetizers, so we’ll get them boxed up.”
I turned to Patrick.
“I got you, Wicked. We’ll take pizza. That’ll butter them up.”
“Until I eat it all by myself.”
He kissed my temple. “I’ll get you your own.”
“What are you all doing here?”
Trish’s hair was in a knot on top of her head. Her T-shirt was stained and she had a smudge of flour on her cheek. I refrained from pointing any of that out.
“You can’t skip Sunday dinner.”
“Unless you’re Marlow,” Patrick offered helpfully from behind me. “But we’ve established new rules, so she has to come now too.”
“Love.”
Trish melted a little when Blake reached for her.
“I know someone who will be very happy to see you.” She opened the door all the way. “He’s in his office,” she said as I stepped inside.
“We brought pizza.” I wanted to slap myself. How silly did that sound?
She grinned. “Why didn’t you say so sooner?”
“Bright Side, is someone at the door?” Andrew stopped short when he saw me. “Not in the mood for it.”
“Don’t care.”
His glare shifted from me to Patrick.
“I’ve got a child in my arms.” He held up Blake. “You can’t hit me.”
“You have a hell of a lot of nerve showing up here. I go to save your ass and you’re sleeping with my sister.”
“I don’t ever recall a discussion where we determined I couldn’t.”
“We shouldn’t have to.”
“Bro code.” Holt nudged Patrick in the back.
“Does it bother you?” Patrick asked.
“I really don’t want to think about it. But if she’s happy, I’m happy.” Holt edged past us. “Anyone except Marlow want a beer?”
“We’ve got wine too,” Trish volunteered.
“Rub it in my face that all of you can drink and I can’t.” I punched Holt in the arm.
“Be glad it was him that hit you instead of her,” he said to Patrick.
“Believe me, I am.” Ella shrieked from somewhere. Blake shouted in response. “Little dude, the princess knows you’ve arrived. You’ve been summoned.”
“I’ll take him.” Trish hoisted Blake on her hip. “Set up the pizza in the living room.”
“I’ll help with plates.” Baker darted to the kitchen, followed by Dad and Mrs. Quinn.
“I’m not talking to you.” Andrew folded his arms over his chest when only he, Patrick, and I remained.
“I was out of line. About so many things I’ve lost count,” I said.
“Ella’s innocent. How could you say that about her?” My brother barely contained the lid on his temper.
Patrick dug a warning finger into my back.
“It was wrong. There isn’t an excuse.” I stepped closer to
