Roman-2(Lane Brothers, Book 5)(111)

The kiss he gives me is erotic and sensual, a promise, no, a claiming as he lines himself up at my opening and thrusts home in one swoop, the muscles of his abdomen tensing against my lower stomach and telling me of his shaky control.

“You’re so…tight…perfect fit for me.” He grunts, his full thrusts winding me back up, hitting me in that perfect spot deep inside, making my sex spasm in a rhythmic clench that leaves me moaning in one long gentle orgasm.

The contractions make him shudder, the tightening deep inside pulling at him and I feel his tension, his desperation to keep control even as his thrusts get harder, faster, his body slamming into mine so forcefully I’m forced to wrap my fingers around the edge of the table and hold on for dear life.

“IloveyouIloveyouIloveyou.”

When he comes, he thrusts hard one last time and still above me, his sex twitching, filling me with heat and a part of him that only I have felt. The sensation sends another round of fading contractions through my womb and I come to minutes later to the feel of his warm skin smoothing over mine, our bodies stuck together with sweat and the remnants of our spent passion.

I realize what I’ve said a split second after my breath returns and I tense, feeling mortification obliterate the lazy bliss that invaded my bones a breath before, but Devon just leans up and kisses my nose, eyes and lips and grins down at me.

“Oh gross! I just saw your arse old chap! Put some bleeding clothes on already. We eat at that table. Hun can stay since she’s a belter.”

We both groan and then we’re laughing so hard he slips out of me and ends up with his head on my chest, his shoulders shaking heavily.

“Well, that’ll get them to stop flirting with you.”

“Dream on old man, they didn’t have a problem with my naked ass.”

“Quite right imp, but this naked arse is mine.” He growls into my breasts, giving my ass a squeeze before pulling me up and throwing his shirt over me. “And I don’t bloody share. Now up to bed for us hellion, I don’t think I paid your breasts adequate homage in my haste.”

I can’t argue with that, quite frankly I don’t want to, so I waddle up the stairs instead, fully aware of my ass hanging out the back of the shirt and his lustful gaze as he prowls up behind me.

We’re not nearly where we should be in this ‘relationship’ considering in four months I’ll pop out a kid with both our DNA mixed into one perfect cocktail, but for now I am so totally okay with hot, mind-blowing sex.

I just hope my little slip up went unnoticed or the power I managed to get so recently won’t mean shit with a ruthless shark like Devon swimming in my waters.





Chapter Twenty One




Dev

Of course I heard her avowals of love. Asking if I did, or rather imp assuming that her screams didn’t register, is laughably ridiculous since I’ve been straining my ears for one kind word besides ‘that toast looks yummy’-before she steals it and skips out-since we walked out of her father’s study.

And that brings me to the subject at hand. Finding out what the hell has Brand Slade acting like a complete arse with his beloved off spring. Logan I can understand since no father delights in sending his son off to a war that can get him killed, but imp has simply given up a career she never wanted.

Surely that shouldn’t set him off this badly.

Even mum-my distant aunt Fanny, but a woman who’s loved as fiercely as my own had been-is poleaxed at the man’s turnabout in the last years. She should know she spends at least one day a week talking his ear off while he advises her about her stocks and bonds.

“I don’t know what the heck has gotten into the old man Dev. I called him yesterday to ask about the family dinner mama’s been planning and he told me it was cancelled. And then he dropped the call without so much as a greeting. I dunno man, I’ve wracked my brain and plain asked him what his heat is and I got nothing.”

I sigh and listen to Grey mumble about parents and work and Lila while I try to come up with a way to discover the problem. Nothing though.

“Imp is at six months Grey. She’s depending on me to get your father ‘round before the baby comes. I need something.”

“Well I dunno what to tell you man. He cussed Matt out last week about dating the McClusky girl and hasn’t answered any of Jet’s calls for three weeks. And he’s the kid that followed the plan he had mapped out. To the freaking letter.”

Which means that Brand is using this division to cover up something he doesn’t want the rest knowing about. That would also explain the mother’s silence the day imp had seen them. No mother, well no good one at least, stands by in silence while her princess cries.