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“She’s gonna crash soon,” I bet, sliding my arm around her shoulders and pulling her deeper into me.

“Are you sure you still want kids now?” she asks quietly, and I turn my eyes from the TV and look at Hope, who has moved across the room to where Ninja is laying, and has her little hands holding his face while she sings to him.

Dipping my face back down toward June, I rumble, “Yes.”

“Me too.” She smiles softly then lays her head against my chest while draping her arm over my abs. And that’s how we spend the rest of the night. June and I cuddled up, watching a movie with Hope, who eventually climbed up on the couch next to us and fell asleep, and as simple as the night was, it was one of the best I’ve ever had.

*

“It’s so quiet,” June mutters, coming to stand next to me at the sink in the kitchen, where I’m washing out our breakfast dishes. It’s the weekend after we watched Hope. The week flew by between work, dealing with the Jordan situation, and November coming over every evening to talk about the wedding. The wedding I somehow got roped into planning with them. If I have to spend one more minute sitting at the table with them looking at wedding shit, talking venues, dresses, flowers, and cakes, I will lose my fucking mind.

“Yep,” I agree, even though after this last week, I’m enjoying it just being us in the house, since I have no idea when someone will show up.

“Do you want to watch Frozen with me?” she asks, leaning into my side and pressing her tits to my arm.

Shaking my head, I laugh. “No.”

“Do you think Ellie and Jax would notice if I kidnapped Hope?”

“Probably.” I grin, watching her pout out her bottom lip.

“Darn.” She sighs, hopping up on the counter next to the sink. “I’m bored, and Mom said she won’t be here for a few hours.”

Shutting off the faucet, I move between her legs, wrap my hands around the back of her knees, and drag her flush against me. “I’m gonna head out when she gets here, but until then, I’ll entertain you.” I run my wet hands up her thighs, watching her eyes heat before her brows draw together.

“You’re leaving when she gets here?”

Moving my mouth to her exposed shoulder, I nip her skin and mutter,

“Yep.”

Her hands move up the skin of my back and her nails dig in as my mouth moves up her neck, licking and biting along the way to her ear. “We’re planning a wedding,” she breathes, as my hands glide up to cup her breasts, which are bare under her tank, allowing me to feel her nipples harden.

“No, you’re planning a wedding with your mom.” I nip her ear.

Pushing me back, her eyes search my face. “I thought you said you didn’t mind having a big wedding.”

“I don’t, but I don’t need to be here when you’re planning it.”

She frowns. “You don’t want to be involved in planning your own wedding?”

“Nope,” I confess, skimming my hands down her sides then her hips, stopping there before moving my hands in and up the loose material of her shorts, finding her bare. My fingers slide deeper, skimming over her clit, making her hips jerk.

“This isn’t fair.” Her head falls back and her legs spread wider, while her eyes slide to half-mast.

“All’s fair in love and war, beautiful.”

“This isn’t war. It’s planning a wedding. Our wedding,” she gets out through a moan.

Ignoring her comment, I growl, “Tank off, put your hands behind you on the counter, and lean back.” Moving quickly, she takes her tank off, dropping it to the floor, then leans back, arching her chest forward. Lowering my mouth to her breast, I pull the whole thing into my mouth, listening to her whimper as I circle her nipple with my tongue.

“Ev,” she whispers, making my already hard cock leak.

Leaning away from her, I rip her shorts down her legs and kick off my sweats before moving in on her neglected breast, giving it the same treatment. Hearing her moan I slide my hands down the backs of her legs, I pull her forward on the counter and toss them up high around my waist.

“Lock your legs, baby.” I kiss between her breasts, leaning her back until she’s flat on the counter.

“I need you,” she pants, rocking her wet pussy against me, and I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to slide inside of her and give her what we both want.

“You’ll get me. Now, lock your legs.” Feeling her legs tighten around my hips, I lean back, groaning at the sight of her. “So fucking beautiful.” My hands span her hips. They move up the curve of her waist to her breast, where I tug each nipple, making her back arch. “So fucking hot. Do you know how sexy you look right now?”

I pull her nipples again, this time twisting them gently between my fingers. Her eyes slide closed and I listen to her moan so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if the neighbors heard her. “I love you, beautiful, but I’m not sitting through anymore wedding shit.” I glide one hand down over her stomach, placing my thumb over her clit.

Her eyes open, meeting mine, and she pleads, “Please touch me.”

“No more wedding shit,” I repeat. Her hips rock forward and her hands slide up her chest, cupping her breasts.

“No more wedding shit,” she breathes.

Moving one hand to her hip, I take my cock into my hand, slide it up and down her core, and use the tip to circle her clit, watching her wetness coat the head. “Fuck, but you get so goddamn wet for me every time I touch you.”

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