Face-Off at the Altar Page 67


Unsure of herself, she glanced back up at him and shrugged. “I’ve never…”

He swore he almost came right there.

He swallowed hard. “Oh.”

“Yeah, I kinda wanna try it.”

He couldn’t breathe. “Now?” he squeaked like a fourteen-year-old going through puberty.

She smiled shyly. “Yeah…?”

How in the world was he supposed to handle that?

But before he could even decide how, she was moving, her hands coming down his chest, over his stomach, and then one hand landed on his thigh as she grasped his throbbing cock in her cold hand. When he hissed out a breath, she looked up at him, worry filling her face, but he shook his head. “Your hand is cold.”

She grinned an apology as she looked back to his aching cock. “So I guess…” She tried but then she paused, running her tongue along her lips. She had no clue that she was driving him completely mad. But then she moved her mouth over the head of his cock, her tongue coming out and swirling around him. Thrusting forward, he felt his eyes fall shut as his whole body shook. He had been dreaming of this since the moment he met her, and finally, he had her sweet mouth around him. He almost couldn’t handle it. Looking up at him, she kissed him, and he was basically salivating at how beautiful she was. When she took him whole into her mouth, he moaned loudly, his fingers threading through her hair as she started to move up and down on him.

As much as he wanted her to explore him, figure it out, he didn’t know how to sit there and not touch her. He reached out, and his hand explored her breast as she ran her tongue and lips along his shaft, making everything inside of him go taut. When her other hand found his balls, he almost came out of his skin, his heart beating so loud in his chest he was sure it would burst his eardrums. Soon, she was moving faster, her head bobbing up and down on him, her hair brushing his thighs as he squeezed and molded her perky breasts.

Curling his toes into the floor, he squeezed her hair as he forced out, “I’m about to come. Come off, babe.”

He expected her to back off, let him come in his own hand, but she pushed his cock to the back of her throat and there was no holding back. He came hard, his whole body shaking with the motion as she sucked him dry. He felt her start to gag. But he couldn’t see, his eyes were squeezed shut, his body completely rigid and unmoving as she continued to gag, her mouth no longer on him.

“Ugh, that’s disgusting! Women like that?”

His lips curved as he pulled in a deep breath through his nose, his body still trembling. “Some do,” he somehow got out.

“Well, they lied in that romance novel. She said as long as she pushed his cock to the back of her throat, she could drink him all day. Um, no, I think I might puke,” she decided, and all he could do was laugh.

She was a nut.

She had her tongue out of her mouth as she reached over for a bottle of water on her nightstand. He watched as she swirled the water in her mouth, but she still had such a disgusted look on her face. “It wasn’t that bad,” he teased and she glared.

“I guess I have a texture issue ’cause that was gross.”

He smiled. “So that was the last time I’ll get a hot-ass blow job?”

She raised a brow, her little cheeks reddening. “It was hot?”

He nodded, his breath coming out in a whoosh. “So fucking hot.”

Grinning with pride, she shimmied her shoulders. “Maybe not.”

He pulled her into his arms, kissing her hard on the mouth. He loved this side of her, couldn’t get enough of it. As he pulled back, he grinned back at her. “You’re so cute.”

Rolling her eyes, she shook her head. “You can’t say I gave you a hot blow job and then call me cute!”

He laughed, brushing his nose to hers. “Fine, you’re fucking sexy as hell.”

Grinning, she nodded her head. “Better.”

They fell onto the bed as she collapsed in a fit of giggles, and he nuzzled his nose into her chest as he exhaled happily.

He loved this woman something insane, but even with all that love surrounding him, he couldn’t shake his father’s text.

Or decide what he was going to do about it.

Crossing his arms over his chest, Markus leaned back in his lawn chair as he shook his head. While he felt completely relaxed and all kinds of good, he swore he was going to burst with annoyance.

Never in his twenty-five years of life had he seen a bunch of men throw a volleyball game.

It was plain ridiculous. He was a winner, and he thought Jude, Jace, Jayden, and Benji were too. But apparently, they forgot how to win when they were playing their wives and daughter/niece. He didn’t want them to spike it on Angie, but shit, at least try to volley it back!

“We kicked your butt, Uncle Markus!” Angie teased as she danced around, her water cup in her hand and her little face red with exhaustion. She was still getting over her stomach bug, but the kid was resilient.

“Hush, you. Your daddy and uncles are horrible,” he threw back at her playfully, and she just grinned.

“That’s what haters say and you’re a hater, and I’m gonna shake, shake, shake you off,” she sang, dancing away.

He decided he didn’t like that kid anymore.

“I’m not a hater!” he yelled back to her. He was answered with laughter not only from Angie, but from the other Sinclair women who were all getting water. When Jace laughed at him, Markus glared, “And you guys suck. Bad. I mean, come on. We are hockey players, we live on hand-eye coordination, and y’all did nothing!”

Jayden shrugged. “What can I say? I like getting laid.”

“Amen,” Jude agreed.

“For sure,” Jace said, raising his hands in the air. “Preach it, brother.”

“My wife beats me,” Benji said, and everyone crumpled with laughter. Even Markus couldn’t hold back his grin.

These guys…

When Lucy fell into the seat beside him, he grumbled as he looked away, her laughter running down his spine.

“Jeez, Markus, it’s a game.”

Looking back at her, he raised his chin at her. “You’re marrying a pansy.”

She giggled. “Little secret, I’m already married to him.”

He made a mock face of annoyance since he was well aware of that. “Then why are we here? I don’t like getting my ass kicked in family-fun volleyball. This is not fun!”

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