A Redo (The Sterling Shore Series #6) (32 page)

“Are you going to stare all day or join me?” she asks as she pulls the covers back and slips in between the sheets, covering her breasts before I can go dumber.

I don’t waste time before going to the bed, and she grins at me when I climb in on my side, which isn’t usually my side. She’s on my side, but I’ll let her have it.

She scoots closer, and I go tense. “Allie, you just got out of the hospital,” I remind her on a shaky breath when her soft fingers find my chest, sliding down in a slow exploration and tracing the lines of my muscles.

“Stitches on my head aren’t going to be a problem in bed,” she says, making it sound like a Dr. Seuss rhyme, and I can’t help but laugh a little.

But my laughter dies when she pushes her skin against mine. I start to object again when her lips find mine, but I can’t find the fucking balls to push her away. Christ, she tastes so good.

Her tongue sweeps in, stealing my sanity, and I wrap an arm around her to tug her on top of me, needing to feel her as close as possible. Both my arms latch around her waist, and I try to keep my hands from straying to her scantily clad ass.

But then she grinds herself against me, and my hands reflexively move to her ass, gripping her and pushing her against me harder. When I hear her moan, my cock starts to ache, feeling tortured and punished when I don’t flip her under me and take her.

“What are you doing?” I ask on a rasp when her lips leave mine and start trailing down my body.

She grins against my abs as she continues sliding down, dragging her lips across my flesh in a way that has me fisting the sheet under me.

“You can’t make fun of me if I do this wrong,” she says, confusing me, but then she pulls my boxers down, freeing my aching cock, and I forget what the hell I was thinking.

When her fingers curl around me, pumping me once, my entire body jerks like there’s a live wire she just set free.

“Allie,” I hoarsely whisper, clearing my throat. “What are you—
oh fuck me.”

Her lips—her perfect, lush, soft, fucking incredible lips—go around the crown, and she flicks that teasing damn tongue against the tip, as though she’s testing my taste. I damn near come then and there.

“I’ll fuck you later,” she says, a smile in her voice, apparently teasing me for what flew out of
my
mouth when she took me into
her
mouth.

She flicks her tongue again, swirling it around the tip, and then she sucks the crown into her mouth, and I fight really damn hard not to thrust. Her unpracticed motions are more exploratory, as though she’s learning and testing things out. It’s heavenly torture. My balls tighten as air hisses between my teeth when she sucks a little harder.

It doesn’t matter how unpracticed she is, just knowing her lips are on me right now, tasting, sucking, hungrily taking me in deeper each time, is enough for me to lose it. I have to fight off the early release, trying not to embarrass myself.

Her hair falls down to my hips, feeling like silk against my skin, and her knees are tucked under her. It’s honestly the sexiest fucking thing ever, and her hard nipples taunt me.

She sucks me in deeper, finding a rhythm as her hand fists at my base, and my eyes fucking cross when I try to watch. There’s no way I can fight it off any longer, and my entire body goes rigid, warning me, as my stomach muscles ripple and tighten.

“Allie,” I warn, but I barely get out the choked whisper. So I tug at her hair when words decide to fail me.

She doesn’t stop. In fact, she fucking moans and quickens her rhythm, and black dots speckle my vision when my orgasm detonates—yes, detonates like a motherfucking bomb exploding. I pulse into her mouth, but she never stops, continuing her rhythm until every last drop is spilled out of me.

I don’t see her expression, but I hear her swallow loudly, as if she’s struggling to do so. I’d laugh or speak if I could get my lips to move. She finally peers up at me, a shy smile on her face, and I lazily gesture for her to come to me.

She slowly climbs up my body, and I pull her down to me, kissing her in appreciation as she runs her hands up my body.

“Fuck,” I whisper, and she laughs against my lips.

“Now that I have you subdued and a little less defensive, I have something to say,” she whispers.

My brain and mouth don’t communicate, and I can’t speak real sentences. She seizes that opportunity to continue.

“I love you, too, Wren Prize,” she says, smiling as she takes my lips, and my strength returns with vigor as I tighten my hold around her waist. My chest squeezes almost painfully, and something hot washes over my body.

I want to kiss her, fuck her, hug her, take her out, celebrate, announce it to the world—and I want to do them all at once. Which probably wouldn’t be a good idea.

“Thank God,” I finally manage to say, enjoying the way she laughs again. “So you’ll stay?”

“I’ll stay,” she says, leaning up, and my eyes dart down to her bare breasts. “As long as you’re serious about this.”

It takes a concentrated amount of effort to look back up to her face instead of starting the celebration right now. She’s not smiling anymore. Her eyes have lost the humor, and now those green beauties are studying me intently.

“I’m very serious. I love you. I love Angel. And I love the way it feels when we’re all together. I also really love it when you and I get to have moments like this, just the two of us. I want it all, Allie. And I want it all the time.”

A tear falls from her eye, and she sniffles and laughs at the same time before leaning down and kissing me again.

I’m careful when I flip her under me so I can devour her properly, slipping myself between her legs. The lace on her underwear tears easily enough, and I toss them aside. I’ll put them with the pair I ripped at the Christmas party.

She grins against my lips as I settle myself closer, already hard as a fucking rock and ready to be inside her. I’ve never been sex-crazed, but I swear I could spend all day in bed with her—every day.

She spreads her legs, ready for me, but I turn her over, wanting her back on her hands and knees the way she was when she crawled across the bed and teased the fuck out of me. She chuckles softly, but the laughter fades quickly when I lean forward, kissing her shoulder and dusting her hair over to the other side so I can get at her neck.

The second she moans, I can’t hold off any longer. I lean up, grab both of her hips as I line myself up with her, and thrust in, burying myself deep in one perfect stroke that I feel all the way down to my toes.

She cries out softly, pushing back on me as though she’s as greedy as I am, and I grin as I start the rhythm, feeling her squeezing me like a fitted glove designed just for me.

Our bodies move together, grinding, fucking, loving… Each thrust gets harder, and Allie only seems to enjoy it more. Our skin is soon slapping, and my grip is tighter as I dig my fingers into her hipbones to keep from slamming her up against the headboard.

A sheen of sweat starts forming, and when her walls clamp around me, squeezing me tighter, my name tears through her lips. I hold her up when she goes limp, and my stomach muscles clench as I stare at our connection, watching myself slide in and out of her until it’s too much. I explode inside her, almost biting my lip hard enough to bring blood in an effort to keep myself from getting loud.

I sink to the bed with Allie, too sated to try and pretend otherwise, and a lazy grin spreads over her lips when she comes to rest on top of me, her eyes seeming heavy as they continue to close for longer and longer intervals between blinks.

“Best. Redo. Ever,” she says softly, and I laugh while tucking her against me.

Epilogue

2 weeks later…

WREN

Angel squeals as I throw her over my shoulder, and she tries to wriggle against my grip as I carry her.

“No fair! You’re bigger and stronger!” she laughs.

“And I win,” I announce, putting her down on the patio chair. Most everyone is here today, and they’re all laughing and smiling enjoying the day.

Ethan couldn’t make it, since he’s still in Chicago, but everyone else is here, including Bella. I never have cookouts at my house, but things are changing more and more every day.

Angel finally starts eating, since I managed to get her in the chair, and Allie smiles over at me from her corner seat next to Bella. Now I wish we hadn’t done this here. I’m ready to carry her out and hold her to me.

“You two seem to be adjusting well to the new living arrangements,” Mom muses while joining me at my side.

“It’s effortless,” I say honestly. “We found a rhythm on the first day, and we’ve stuck to it,” I add, grinning at the innuendo she misses. Then I get serious. “I was worried you’d be pissed.”

She snorts under her breath. “I was at first, because I was worried. I figured it out close to Christmas that you had feelings for each other, which is why I pointed out the mistletoe. I needed to see you react. Honestly, I wasn’t prepared for you to react quite that fiercely. Then I was pissed because you were hiding it from me, not because you wanted to be with her.”

She gives me a pointed look that makes me feel ten-years-old again—scolding me without words.

“Why were you worried?” I ask in deflection.

“You haven’t been divorced too long. The only dates you have gone on since Erica were the horrible blind dates Ash set you up on. Well, Brin wasn’t horrible, but you know what I mean. I was worried you were rushing in. But I guess some things are just… meant to be. I sound cheesy, don’t I?”

I laugh while nodding, but I kiss her forehead, understanding her meaning.

“Speaking of cheesy, how are you and Ray?”

She swats my chest, and I feign pain. “Ray and I are… meant to be,” she says wistfully, and I immaturely mock gagging with a finger in my mouth.

She grins before walking over to where Ray has taken the seat next to Angel. Is he seriously teaching my daughter how to cheat at cards right now?

My eyes travel over to where Billy is sitting down next to Bella, probably trying to hit on her, but she politely excuses herself and eyes me like she wants me dead. Yeah… I might have told the banana story to everyone here.

“Ass,” she mumbles on her way by, and I laugh, moving my eyes toward Allie as she leaves Billy and moves to my side.

The second she’s close enough, I pull her to me, and tilt her head back until I can kiss her. I don’t care who sees or who groans, and I ignore the whistling going on.

She grins against my lips before wrapping her hands around my neck. “I love you,” she says softly, and I step in closer, pulling her flush against my body. I’ll never get tired of hearing those words out of her mouth.

“I love you.”

“I’m going to be sick if you two don’t stop,” Maverick groans. “I see enough of this with Kode and Dane.”

“Ignore them,” I tell Allie when she blushes and pulls back. “I do.”

She starts to say something, but then her brow furrows in confusion as she shifts her gaze to something behind me. “What is he doing?”

I turn around to see Rye belly crawling away from Brin’s chair. Her feet are tucked under the chair as she talks animatedly to Tria about something, unaware of her boyfriend’s movement.

He nods toward Kade who tosses him a lighter, and I watch as something sparks when he lights the end of a string—no, not a string; it’s a fuse.

The hell?

He takes off running, and Brin looks behind her as his cackles break free. She starts to say something when suddenly a collection of rapid-fire
pops
ring out, one right after another.

She screams as tiny sparks fly from the ground—are those firecrackers?

She runs, but the things are tied to a string that is tied to her shoe, so the endless popping and sparks follow her, leaving a trail of smoke in our backyard as she continues screaming and tries uselessly to escape.

Angel and Carrie laugh loudly, turning around in their seats to watch as Brin falls and kicks off her shoe before crawling back up and running again.

Rye’s eyes widen when she grabs the garden hose, and he gasps out an, “Oh shit!” But it’s too late to run, because that thing sprays furiously, slamming him in the chest with a relentless stream that follows him as he tries to run away.

He finally runs toward her, and tackles her at the waist, gently bringing her to the ground on top of him before wrestling away the hose. It’s not freezing or anything out here, but it’s too cold for that shit.

Allie laughs as the two have a wet T-shirt wrestling match, and she turns toward me again. But just as quickly, Maverick’s laughter interrupts our moment, and I see Corbin glaring at him.

“What?” Dale prods Corbin. “Why are you so pissed right now?”

“I’m not. Maverick’s making a bigger deal out of it than necessary. Ruby can’t stay mad at me for long. She never does.”

“What’d you do?” I ask, moving us closer to their conversation.

Corbin glares at me like I’ve offended him, and Maverick laughs harder.

“Ruby finally moves back to Sterling Shore, and she’s here for two days before Corbin pisses her off so bad that she’s ignoring him now. Go figure.”

“How?” Allie asks, clearly intrigued.

He shrugs, not feeling inclined to answer, but Maverick answers for him.

“He triple dared her to break up with her boyfriend. Can we say jealous?”

Allie looks confused, and so does Bella. They don’t know the history.

“If he was so important to her, she would have said no,” Corbin says defensively.

“She can’t!” Maverick says, laughing. “This triple dare war has been going on forever. She’s not going to cave now, and you knew it. Jackass. Just admit you’re in love with her, and I’ll leave you alone.”

Corbin scowls at him. “It was going to be a long-distance relationship. And you know those don’t work out. The guy was a prick anyway. I was doing her a favor.”

“Suurre,” Maverick drawls, taunting him. “Admit it. She’s back, and now you’re going to make me handle the women all on my own while you turn into one of them.”

Maverick lazily gestures to the couples, including Allie and me. Corbin stands and flips Maverick off before leaving, and Maverick continues to laugh at his back.

“I like your friends,” Allie says with a grin, drawing my attention back down to her bright green eyes. “It never gets boring.”

Tuning out everything else, I pull her to me, putting my lips close to her ear, and whisper, “I can think of a number of ways you wouldn’t be bored, and we don’t need my friends around for that.”

She shivers against me, and I grin proudly. I love the effect I have on her.

“Are you getting married?” Carrie’s voice startles me, and Allie tenses against me as we both turn to see her and Angel staring over the backs of their chairs at us.

I just got Allie to agree to move in a couple of weeks ago. I don’t want to send her running with an early proposal. Which is why the ring I bought three days ago is hiding at Tag’s house for safekeeping.

“We’re just… together right now,” Allie says uneasily, and I bite back a grin at the deep blush on her face.

Angel beams at us, but then a frown mars her beautiful face.

“So you’re boyfriend and girlfriend all the time?” Angel asks curiously.

“Yes. We discussed this,” Allie says.

“And you’re only dating each other?” Angel continues.

“Yes,” Allie and I say in unison.

Angel smiles again. Her next words leave everyone in an uproar, and I swear it proves my life is finally perfect. My laughter breaks free, and so does everyone else’s—including Bella’s—but Allie turns crimson when Angel adds, “I guess that means you broke up with your secret boyfriend—Bob.”

Fucking perfect.

THE END

For a sneak peek at Corbin Sterling’s story, continue reading. Triple Dare is next in the Sterling Shore series.