Merry with a Brewmaster (The Love Beach Holiday Collection)

21. Vienna

21

VIENNA

W ells is gentle as he pulls out, my body sore and sated as he cleans us both up before climbing back into bed.

“Guess that incident on the couch was just a fluke,” I tease, sighing at the memory of the two incredible orgasms he just bestowed upon me.

“Way to kick a man when he’s down,” he growls, and I squeal as he pulls me on top of him, our bodies still slick with sweat, but I don’t care.

I missed him.

Rough fingers tuck a strand of hair behind my ear before he’s cupping my face with his palms.

“I love you.” His hold on me is gentle but firm like he’s trying to keep me from running. “You blindsided me right from the start, and I wasn’t ready for you. Not so soon after my divorce. Hell, I never wanted to get married again.”

“You better not be proposing like this. My sister-in-law will kick your ass.”

“Not your brother?”

“She’s scarier.”

His lips quirk up on the side as he pulls my face toward his for a sweet kiss.

“I’m not asking you right now. But I will ask you.”

“I’m not changin’ the name of my shop for you.”

“I’d hope not. But maybe I can get an honorary flower arrangement or something.”

I snort but press my lips hard against his. “I’ll think about it.”

“You do that.” His thumb traces along my jaw. “And thank you.”

“For what?”

“For coming home. For letting me make you mine again.”

“I didn’t know I was ever yours ,” I tease and then giggle as he rolls us and pins me to the mattress, his weight on top of mine making me sigh in relief at finally being with him like this again.

“It’s amazing how turned on I am by the way you drive me crazy.”

“It’s a gift,” I moan as he kisses down my neck to cup my breast, his mouth sucking and licking my other nipple until I’m writhing beneath him.

“I love your body, how you feel against me, how you respond to my every touch,” he says, trailing kisses over my stomach before nuzzling his face along my inner thigh and putting my legs over his shoulders. “I love the way your pussy tastes and how you can’t ever be quiet when you’re coming and bucking against my face.”

“Wells?” I ask breathlessly.

“Yeah?” He grins wolfishly.

“I love you too, but please put your mouth on me.”

“Your wish, Siren, is my command.”

WELLS

The morning light is just peeking through the curtains when my phone vibrates on the nightstand. Vienna snuggles in closer, tucking her arm between us and nuzzling her face beneath my chin.

She’s adorable, and I’m tempted to ignore my phone when it goes off again.

“Just get it,” she murmurs with her eyes still closed.

KIM: Something came up and I have to leave

KIM: I’m bringing Haven back in an hour

“Oh shit,” I say, reading the messages again as Vienna picks her head up and squints at me.

“What?”

“Kim is dropping Haven back home in an hour.”

“Really?” she says, far more awake than a second ago. “She’s bringing our girl home?”

Our girl.

A warm and gooey emotion bubbles over in my chest, and I can’t help gripping the back of her neck and pulling her in for a hard kiss. Because this woman loves my daughter like her own and has shown us since the moment she walked in the door what being loved by Vienna can be like.

I grin, because now it’s my turn.

“I love you.”

“I think you missed the part where I’m not quite a morning person.”

“I think that’s a lie. I’ve watched you sing and dance making pancakes.”

“You’ve been watching me? That’s a little creepy, don’t ya think?”

“You’re impossible,” I groan, digging my fingers into her sides and tickling her until she’s laughing and squirming against me.

“But you love me.”

“With my last breath,” I reply honestly because I don’t want to hide—not anymore.

Her eyes are glassy as they meet mine. “I love you.”

“More than flowers?” I tease even as I brush her hair from her face.

“Don’t push it.”

“Does this mean I get to wear the shirt again or is it still off-limits?”

“Oh no, it’s mine now.” Her lips quirk up on the side as she moves to straddle my hips. “I might still employ the laundry room blow job; that was rather enjoyable,” she muses as she positions herself on the head of my cock and rocks her hips, taking every inch of my length.

“I approve the laundry room blow job,” I hiss as she slides up my cock before slamming back down.

“It wasn’t about you,” she purrs as she swivels her hips, using me and taking her own pleasure. “It was about me.”

“I’m fine with that too.” I grunt, holding her still as I thrust up into her. Memories of the last night we were together over the summer come to mind. That night had been as devastating as it was incredible, but today, it’s everything I’ve ever wanted.

She loves me and she’s mine.

And it’s only the beginning.