11. Atlas
Eloise and I wake up in a tangle of sheets, knowing that today’s a new start.
Her skin is warm against mine, her curves pressed into me like she’s trying to melt into my body. I can still feel the ghost of her nails raking down my back from last night, and my cock twitches at the memory, already half-hard and begging for another round.
She stretches, and fuck me, it’s like watching a goddess come to life. Her arms arch above her head, her tits pushing against the thin bedsheet, nipples pebbling like they’re begging for my mouth. Her legs shift, and the sheet slips down just enough to reveal the curve of her ass, smooth and round and all goddamn mine. I’m fighting every damn instinct in my body not to say “fuck the move” and keep her here all day, staying buried deep inside her until neither of us can fucking move.
“Is this really happening?” she murmurs, her voice still thick with sleep, and fuck if it doesn’t make my dick throb. She’s looking up at me with those big doe eyes, her lips curved into a smile that’s equal parts innocent and sinful.
“It is,” I growl, and before she can say another word, I’m on her. My mouth crashes down on hers, swallowing her gasp as I kiss her like I’m trying to devour her whole. Eloise has turned me into a maniac, and I don’t care. Her lips are soft, so fucking soft, and she tastes like sleep and mint and something uniquely her. My tongue slips past her lips, tangling with hers in a slow, dirty dance that has her moaning into my mouth.
Her hands slide through my hair, pulling me closer. She can’t get enough of me, and fuck, I’ll never get enough of her. My cock is fully hard now, pressing insistently against her thigh, and she shifts her hips, grinding against me with a little whimper that goes straight to my balls. I break the kiss just long enough to trail my lips down her neck, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin until she’s squirming beneath me.
“We should get up,” she breathes, but her voice is shaky, and her hands are already sliding down my back, nails digging into my skin as she pulls me closer. “Or your family is going to find us in bed.”
“Fuck that,” I growl, my hand sliding down to cup her tit. Her nipple is hard against my palm, and I roll it between my fingers, earning a sharp gasp from her. “We have time for this.”
She arches into my touch, her hips grinding against mine, and I see stars. “If you’re sure,” she teases.
“I’m one thousand percent sure,” I mutter, my lips trailing lower, down her chest until I get to her fucking perfect tits. I don’t waste any time, taking one into my mouth and sucking hard. My tongue swirls around the sensitive bud until she’s moaning my name like a prayer.
Her soft hands are everywhere. They tug on my hair before moving down to grip my cock. I groan into her skin, my hips bucking into her hand as she strokes me. “Fuck, Eloise,” I growl, and she doesn’t hesitate, tightening her grip. I fucking see stars.
“You’re so hard,” she whispers, her eyes dark with lust as she looks up at me. “I want you inside me.”
“Fuck,” I growl, sliding a finger through her wetness. She’s soaked, her pussy slick and ready for me, and I can’t wait another fucking second. I line myself up with her entrance, the head of my cock pressing against her tight little hole, and push inside her in one slow, delicious stroke.
She gasps, “More,” her nails digging into my shoulders as I fill her completely, her pussy clenching around me like a fucking vice.
“Fuck, you feel so good,” I groan, my hips rolling against hers as I start to move. She’s tight and wet and perfect, and every thrust has me losing my goddamn mind.
Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper as she meets me thrust for thrust, her moans filling the room. “Harder,” she begs, and fuck if I’m not going to give her exactly what she wants. I slam into her, driving her up the bed as I fuck her with everything I’ve got. The sounds of her cries and skin slapping against skin encourage me to go harder.
Her pussy is gripping me like she never wants to let go, and I can feel the pressure building in my balls as my orgasm threatens to tear me apart. “I’m close,” I growl, sliding my hand between us to rub her clit in tight little circles. She cries out, her back arching off the bed as she comes undone around me, her pussy clamping down on my cock so tight I’m pretty sure I’ll have a bruise.
That’s all it takes to send me over the edge. With a groan, I bury myself deep inside her and let go. My cock pulses as I fill her with every last drop. We barely have the energy to collapse in a sweaty, tangled heap, both of us breathing hard and completely spent.
A knock at the front door has us jumping out of bed and rushing around the room. I throw on a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt before running out to the living room to occupy my family while Eloise takes a quick shower.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I open the door. “We overslept.”
“Yeah.” Beckett rolls his eyes. “I’m betting you got those scratches on the side of your neck from sleeping.”
Fucking hell. It’s going to be a long day.
* * *
Beckett leads the charge with Ian and Dawson hot on his heels, and we load up the four trucks in no time at all.
We pull up at our house, and Dad backs his truck up to the porch. “Everyone, grab a box,” Dad shouts.
Eloise and Sage head over to help, but Mom swoops in and shoos them away. “The boys can do this,” she insists. “We’ll stand in the cool house and tell them where to put things.
“I like the way you think, Mrs. Hot.” Eloise laughs.
“Call me Debra or Mom.” My heart melts watching how well my girl gets on with my family.
While the rest of us lug boxes and furniture, the girls give instructions like drill sergeants on a caffeine rush.
A little while later, I drop a couple of boxes in the living room and walk over to give my girl a kiss. “Are you doing okay?” I nuzzle the side of her neck.
“I’ve never been better.” She gives me a sweet, lingering kiss that makes me forget all about the move.
“Stop lallygagging and get your ass moving,” Beckett growls as he walks by with a load of boxes.
I give Eloise one more quick kiss before heading out to grab more boxes.
It doesn’t take long before we have all the boxes and furniture unloaded at our house. It’s going to take us a while to get it all unpacked, but at least we’re out of the apartment.
"We’re calling it a day," Ian declares, wrapping an arm around Sage's waist and pulling her in for a lingering kiss.
"Gross," Beckett comments with a mock grimace, holding his throat as if he might actually retch. "Save that for when you get home."
"You don’t have to tell me twice," Ian replies with a playful grin, intertwining his fingers with Sage's and giving a quick wave to everyone. "Goodbye, everyone!"
“It’s time for us to leave, too,” Mom announces, adjusting her purse on her shoulder. "Let's give the lovebirds some space." She enfolds Eloise in a warm, lingering hug, whispering that we’d better come for a visit soon before pulling back with a smile.
Mom gives me a hug. “She’s perfect,” she whispers. “I got the living room set up. Don’t screw this up.”
“Thanks, Mom.” I give her a quick kiss on the cheek as they head out, finally leaving us alone.
“Looks like we’re finally alone,” Eloise says with a laugh that echoes through the empty house and lights up every shadowed corner. I take her hand and pull her into the living room where Mom left us champagne. My heart pounds a thousand beats per second, and I can barely breathe. This is it.
I glance at her as we step into the room. She’s a little wild-looking, her cheeks flushed and hair sticking to her neck in damp tendrils. “About time,” she declares before she notices the bottle of champagne and two crystal flutes sitting on the coffee table. “What’s this?”
“Come here,” I lead her over to the sofa and pull her down to sit next to me on the sofa. My palms are damp, and I’m trying not to look as nervous as I feel. She cocks her head, a questioning smile on her lips, and lets me pull her close. “I love you, baby.”
“I love you, too.” She smiles up at me as I hold my breath and pull the velvet box from my pocket. Before she knows what’s happening, I slip the ring onto her finger.
Eloise stops short, looking at me with shock in her eyes as she swallows. She blinks at me, her gaze traveling from my face to the diamond, then back to my face.
“What—” she starts to ask, but the question catches in her throat as she sits next to me, frozen.
“I think we’ve dated enough, so it’s time to move on to planning the wedding.” Not what I’d originally planned to say, but it just works. Kind of like us. “I can’t wait to make you mine forever.
Her mouth opens, closes, opens again, and a new light enters her eyes.
“I can’t wait either,” she finally whispers before dragging my face down for a kiss.
"We should probably dive into planning our wedding," I say with a playful grin spreading across my face. "I've been working my ass off to knock you up, and I fully intend to keep at it until I finally succeed."