“If you want to get the vote, might want to taper that down.”
He nods, “Thanks for the tip.”
“How do you like it here?”
“Truth?”
“Only the truth.”
Inhaling he stares off. “Never felt at home anywhere but here.”
Inside the kitchen, Soph walks past the window, laughing at something someone has said. Distracted by her I clap a hand on Sean’s shoulder and walk with him back to the house. “I know the feeling.”
CHAPTER 37
SOFIA SOL
L uke locks our new bedroom’s door, shaking his head as he pulls the antique key out and presents it to me. “Can you believe this room?”
I’m staring at his lips, tipping my head back. “Mom and Dad got a new dresser, that’s how we got theirs.”
He gives me the long kiss I silently asked for, then smirks, “Payback for our new bed when they didn’t get one?”
“Yep, that’s exactly what it was,” I murmur, as he nibbles on my neck, backing me toward the old table and chairs. Reaching over, he whips the curtains shut. Total privacy. Our mouths collide, tongues dancing and bodies warming up as our hands explore. The way he kneads my breasts always gets me worked up.
He flips me around, bends me over the table. “Remember when we played monopoly in here?” he rasps as he yanks my jeans and g-string halfway down my thighs.
“Which time?” I ask, heat pooling out. I gaze over my shoulder at him while he admires my ass, gives it a solid slap and presses his bulged jeans zipper into my crack.
“Any of ‘em,” he absently mumbles. “Any of the times you bent over to place your little dog in jail. Or when you bent over to put hotels on your properties. Basically, any time you bent over, I was thinking of doing this.” He unzips his pants and wastes no time in entering me from behind, his bulbous tip stretching me, making me moan and arch up to receive him. “So wet, Soph, fuck baby, you wanted this, huh?”
“All night long I was thinking we’d fuck for the first time in this house.”
“I was thinkin’ it, too,” he groans as he pushes in deeper and rests against my cervix, circling his hips and reaching around to flick my clit with the lightness it takes to tease me. “So wet, oh man, you feel so good.”
We start to move with me watching him over my shoulder, my eyes dropping to enjoy the motion of his hips, how sexy they are with all that carved muscle, the roundness of my ass bouncing into them. I love how he winces with pleasure, how he bites his lower lip as his eyes drink me in. How he’s always so hard for me.
When my pussy is this wet it’s crazy slippery and sensitive down there, that every stroke feels like heaven. Drawing it out, he plays me, keeps it steady sometimes, then harder, then teases me with slowness as we lock eyes. I’m biting back moans so I don’t wake the house, or upset my dad, as Luke’s strong hands manipulate my body, fingers digging into my skin, roughly running up my sides, massaging my breasts with talent.
He bites back loud groans, too, grunting instead, and shaking his head because he can’t believe this has really happened to us. His cock fills me so perfectly, and I stretch my whole body into this, enjoying the tingles, the goosebumps, the slow burn that builds inside.
“My clit’s tender, Luke.”
“I’ll be softer. How’s that?”
“I love your callouses. But they’re getting softer, too.”
He leans over and nibbles on my shoulder blades. “Have to work on that. No more vacations.” He bites a groan down, grimacing as he rubs my ass and watches his cock disappearing again. “Dripping, you’re fuckin’ dripping down me. So hot. I feel you’re tightening up. You close?”
“I am!” Gritting my teeth I glance around the room, then lock eyes with Luke, see the boy who was my friend transform into the man who will be my husband. Hot currents flash through my core from my heart, and I start to buck, ramming us together harder. Throbbing, his cock explodes white heat into my body and I whimper and frown as I try to stay quiet. Luke hisses and leans forward to kiss me, our mouths locking and holding as the orgasm runs its delicious course.
I’m wishing I could be as loud as I want to be, but secretly loving that we’re home now.
Being quiet…just means we’re home.
CHAPTER 38
SOFIA SOL
“O h no!” Celia murmurs as she wrangles my cherry red garter. “You can see this through the white.”
Surveying it through my floor-length, silk, off-white gown in the mirror, I cock my head and smirk, “Even if you couldn’t see the color, the texture would show through.”
My cousin Hannah smiles from behind her champagne flute, “Skin tight wedding gown, leave it to you.”
“At least I didn’t wear my Thai pads, or boxing mitts.”
Ceels jokes, “Or your gun.”
“Oh, I’m wearing the gun!”
Sage laughs, knowing I’m full of shit. But Celia is too focused on my curls now to care. She’s folding one wide ringlet—really loose and wide so that it barely qualifies—over the others with the precision of a surgeon.
Through the mirror I lift my eyebrow to Hannah and she stifles a laugh. But Ceels heard it and glances over. Straightening up she plants her hands on the hips of her Maid of Honor, taupe-colored, silk gown. “Am I being anal?”
“Extremely,” I smile, lifting the hem of my dress, the short train following me, walking barefoot to the booze without tripping myself. “I need a stiff drink. Thank God Melodi thought ahead.”
A light knock on the door sounds and my cousin Emma pokes her head in, chestnut waves framing her cupid face in a new bob she got, and hates. “You guys, we’ve got about fifteen minutes.”
I wave her in and she quickly shuts the door so that the throng of Cockers exploring the plantation for the first time,
