125. Things You Never Ask #2
“Hell, yeah. Watching the Texas sun shine down on you as I fuck you with my tongue will surely be the highlight of my day.”
He lifts me out of the pool to sit on the edge, not noticing that he is able to now when he wasn’t when I arrived in Texas. My grin pulls wide.
He pulls me close to the edge, where my butt almost wants to fall off the ledge and into the water. With his eyes on me, he licks me from my ass to my clit.
“Oh.” My groan is surprise and pleasure and a request for more.
He shakes his head. “This won’t do.”
“Why?” I ask, husky and breathless.
“I need to be able to see more of you.” He takes one of my feet and plants it near my ass before doing the same with the other, splaying me wide. “Yes. Much, much better. Hold yourself open for me, Olivia.”
Olivia.
His face goes to my core. “Such a pretty cunt. My cunt.” He flicks his tongue against my clit, while running a thumb against my entrance.
I whimper.
“What?” His tongue follows his thumb, from my ass to my clit only to go back and spear me. He holds my eyes the whole time. “I’m addicted to this pussy.”
“Layton?” My knees try to meet, anything to fight for relief as my hot clit throbs.
“Yes?”
“I need to come.” I reach a hand to his head and hold him to me. “Stop teasing me, please.”
His lips and fingers move against me. His beard tickles me. His tongue flicks my clit over and over and just as I’m about to topple, he pulls back and looks at me. “You’re so wet. And this”—he strokes my center—“is so pink and pretty. I want to feast on you until you scream.”
I’m about to scream. At you.
He pushes my knees wider still and hums in satisfaction as his tongue flattens and draws a torturously slow path to that bundle of nerves where he flicks and sucks until my body explodes.
“Oh, God. Oh, God. Ahhh.”
At that moment, he enters me with two fingers, stroking deep inside me, and hums, still sucking and flicking and drawing out my orgasm until I fall back onto my hands to avoid toppling onto him.
When I come down from my high, I watch as he presses a chaste kiss to the inside of one thigh, and then to my stomach just below my belly button.
He surges up to stand and face me eye to eye. “Move in with me? Make a home with me?”
What?
I’m sure surprise washes over my face. “Are you sure?”
“Are you not?”
“No fair. I asked you a real question.”
“I did too.”
“Where?” I ask.
He looks around as if we’re on different planets. “Here. But, if it’s not your thing, I’d get it.”
“Your home is gorgeous and welcoming. It’s what few would dare to dream about.”
“But?”
“But nothing,”
“So yes?”
I search his eyes, finding nothing but hope and authenticity there. “Yes.”
“Yes,” he shouts and springs from the water. I can tell by his face it was more than his body wanted to do. Regardless, he falls on my mouth, a smile playing on his as he drinks deep from me. I can taste me on his lips.
He pulls me as he falls back into the pool. His laughter is drowned as the water sucks us both under.
Layton
“To the man who made me a father for the first time. And a grandfather for the first time. To Brax. Happy birthday, son.” Pop raises his glass and toasts my brother.
“Hear, hear.”
Around the table, glasses are raised and clinks sound at the same time the chatter comes back to life. It seems my family does more meals together than I knew.
I’m not complaining. It would be easy to get used to all the togetherness if it weren’t for the nosiness that comes with it. Though, to be honest, that’s completely unavoidable anymore.
“What a difference a year makes, huh?” Brighton says, passing slices of cake as she cuts them.
“You can say that again,” I say under my breath, as my left hand draws small circles on the back of Livy’s neck.
Brighton sucks frosting off her thumb. “A year ago at this time, you two—” she points two fingers back and forth between Braxton and Emberleigh. “You weren’t together, right?”
Emberleigh turns her face up to Braxton who sits close to her at Pop’s kitchen table.
“We were on our way,” my brother says, a sly smile playing on his lips. When he looks back to my sister, he continues with a far more serious face. “And you two were sneaking around behind our backs.”
Exton mutters, “Took ’em long enough.”
Bright continues passing plates. “Took him long enough.”
Elias pipes in at the dig. “Like you were just sitting around waiting.”
Brighton holds up the knife to retort, but Eli continues, “Or as if you made it easy on me to win you.”
“Nothing worth winning is ever easy,” Bright sasses right back.
“Funny,” Exton cuts in. “I think those were Pop’s words to me when you were being difficult.” Exton gives a pointed look at Willa.
“Difficult? You’re kidding, right?” Her eyes slice from Exton to Pop who lifts his hands in a don’t-shoot gesture and back to her husband.
“What part was I ‘difficult’ in?” She uses air quotes when she repeats the word.
“The part where you asked me to trust you, leave everything I know, move across the country to be with you after a handful of weeks? The part where I agreed to that insanity? Super difficult.”
“Well, that sounds familiar,” Livy states.
All eyes turn to us, and my thumb stops its circular massage under her ear.
“He didn’t,” Willa says, as Brighton talks over her, addressing me. “Lay, did you really?”
“I did.” I take a sip of my water. “And she said yes.”
Cheers erupt from around the table. Exton extends a hand to shake. Braxton allows a smile to crawl across his face as he sits a little taller. And Pop? Pop might explode from relief if the look on his face is anything to go by.
Emberleigh and Bright come to hug Livy. When Willa stands to do the same, she looks at Livy. “I’ll be right back. I’ll hug you after I pee.” And she rushes down the hall to handle the business at hand.
Bright claps my back as she returns to her seat.
“We have lots to celebrate,” Pop announces. “Welcome to the clan, Livy. We’re crazy, but it’s the good kind.”
“That’s still left to be determined,” Eli says to the woman under my arm. “Regardless, the crazy is worth it.”
“We’re moving to the lake.”
Silence falls as the faces around the table look at Livy and me. I feel her stiffen at my side and kiss her temple in reassurance.
“Are you ready for that?” Braxton asks.
I nod. He holds my eyes, but after a fashion, returns the gesture.
“Man, we just got you back,” Brighton whines.
“It’s just down the road, Bright. Besides, you need a day off.”
“Or two,” Eli cuts in.
“Plan on coming by. We won’t be strangers either.”
“Happy for you, Layton,” Pop puts in. “The best parts of my life are at this table right now.”
“Pop-Pop.” Colt flaps his fingers open and closed. “Up”
“See?” Pop rises and grabs Colt from his chair, returning to his own only to have Colt dive in to Pop’s cake.
Willa returns at that moment, offering a hug to Livy and planting a quick kiss on my cheek.
“You got played,” I say to my dad whose cake is squished between my nephew’s fingers.
“Not the first time and definitely won’t be the last.” His smile beams. “And he can have all the cake he wants. He’s going home with his parents.”
“We were going to ask, actually,” Braxton hedges, drawing out the moment for effect. “If he could stay here tonight. We…” He looks to Emberleigh. “Want some time.”
“Ew,” Brighton says only to have Eli whisper something in her ear. “Still. It’s my brother. Ewww.”
“I tried,” Eli says to Brax, throwing up a hand like he’s done all he could in the situation.
“How much sugar has he had?” Pop asks.
“Besides the two pieces of cake?” Emberleigh asks, and Pop visibly cringes.
The table erupts in laughter.
“Kimp has backup,” Livy pipes in.
I roll my eyes to the ceiling. “He’s Braxton’s mini-me. Don’t volunteer. Do not volunteer.” I overexaggerate for effect.
She turns to me. “How bad could he be?”
“Things you never ask, Pix. Those are things you never ask,” I say as my nephew feeds cake to the dogs who lick his fingers with abandon. He giggles. Their tails wag furiously.
“You’re the one I’m volunteering for this, Unca Lay.” She mimics Colt’s name for me. “I have ear plugs.”
I look at her and wonder where she came from. She hasn’t been this playful since the beach house adventures.
“You’re asking for it, you know that?”
About that time, I realize everything around the table has gone quiet. I look up to see stares. The men look incredulous. The women are beaming.
“Oh, he’s met his match, all right.” That comes from Braxton.
“Yes, I have,” I say to the table, but my eyes never leave Livy’s. And in front of my entire family, I dip my head and kiss her lips, my hand never leaving her neck.