Disappointment tugged at the edges of my bliss. Maybe he hadn’t heard me. Wasn’t there something about not telling your significant other you loved them in the heat of sex?
Even if sex was the loosest of terms for what we’d done.
I was pretty sure I’d never actually made love before Hunter. “It wasn’t that long. More like three weeks.”
He rolled his hips against me. “I haven’t been here in ages.”
“Five weeks, two days.”
He pressed his cheek to mine. “Thirty-seven days, eleven hours.”
“Well, if you want to get technical,” I said sleepily. I drew a lazy pattern along his lower back. The bone-melting release was one hell of a valium. Especially when I had a man with magic fingers playing with my hair.
“I love you too, Kenny.”
I dragged in a deep breath. “I didn’t think you heard me.”
“Oh, I did.” He rolled onto his back.
I groaned as he lengthened inside me again. He rolled up, his thumbs rubbing just above my clit as he gripped my hips with each stroke inside me.
“I’m not stopping until you scream it this time.” He scraped his teeth over my nipple.
And I did.
Until I was hoarse.
Best words ever.
10
Hunter
The buzz of my phone on the nightstand woke me. It had been five days since she’d told me—well, screamed—that she loved me. We’d been inseparable ever since.
I’d even managed to get her to let Carter take on the brunt of her work schedule for the rest of the week. I knew I was being greedy, but it felt like we’d lost so much time because of work. Between my schedule and hers, then our less than stellar track record of communicating, there’d been a big chunk of time apart.
I’d been determined to make up for it.
I flipped over my phone. I’d been ignoring it all damn day. We’d spent a really awesome day in the park with Sammy and a basket of food. I even managed to keep my hands off of her for the day. Well, off any of the fun areas of her body.
Though an afternoon nap on the blanket had almost ended badly. When she curled into me with just a flimsy sundress between us it was really hard to remember my manners. Or the simple rules of public indecency in a park.
Somehow I managed to wait until we got back to my house, but then all bets had been off for the next three hours.
The text said: 911.
I sighed and slid out from under Kenny. She settled onto her belly with an arm thrown over a pillow. I tugged on my jeans and quietly left my room.
I padded down the stairs to the living room to check on Sammy. He was quietly yipping through doggie dreams, so I left him alone to go to the kitchen.
I stood in front of the fridge as I gulped down half a carton of orange juice.
“Some people don’t want your backwash in their juice, asshat.”
I choked and put the cap back on before shoving the bottle back into the fridge. “Could warn a guy.”
“Could have some manners. We all want what we can’t have.”
“When did you get in?”
Noah leaned against the kitchen island. “This morning. I would like to officially thank you for soundproofing the house. I slept for twelve hours straight.”
“Tough job?”
“Yeah, this one got messier than I like, but it worked out for the best.”
I frowned. “That doesn’t sound good.”
“No one died. It was a good day.”
My eyebrows shot up. “Don’t you usually just play babysitter.”
“Most of the time there’s a reason I have to be a babysitter, little brother.”
I knew there was some danger to my brother’s line of work, but he always downplayed it.
“Don’t get all worried. It wasn’t that bad. I just hadn’t slept in three days.” He folded his arms over his chest. “I don’t think you got a helluva lot of sleep either. Though I think yours were for far more fun reasons.”
I grinned. “You could say that.”
“I caught your boombox trick.”
I sighed. “I swear. I can’t even do a big romantic gesture without it going on YouTube.”
“You had women swooning across America. Pretty sure the UK got involved as well.”
“Shut up.”
“My baby brother, gone over a woman.”
“Yeah.” I grinned. “Can’t deny it.” My phone buzzed in my hand.
HW: You do know what 911 means, right? Pull your dick out of your woman for five seconds and call me.
I laughed. “One second.” I tapped Wyatt’s contact name.
“Jesus. Are you mainlining Viagra or something?”
“Son, I do not need Viagra.”
“Give it a few years.”