Too Long: Hayes Brothers Book 6
Too Long: Chapter 27

THE SERENITY TAKES TO THE OCEAN once everyone’s back onboard. The final stretch of the trip. This time tomorrow, Addie and I will be on the plane back to LA.

I take her to our suite, having carried her almost a mile on my back from the top of the hill. Cuts and bruises mark her dirt-stained legs. She’s got a small cut on her cheek where a branch must’ve struck her and she bit through her lip while crying on the bridge.

“I’ll draw you a bath,” I say, setting her on the plush couch, having to force myself to let go of her.

“It’s okay, I can do it. I’m sorry I freaked out like that.”

“Don’t apologize.” Crossing the room, I grab a bottle of bubbly from the cooler. “Just promise you won’t ever do that again.” I crouch by her legs, holding a flute out to her.

Her expression grows serious as she reaches her small hand to touch my face, ghosting the line of my jaw in great concentration. “You didn’t sound worried when you were telling me what to do, but you were… weren’t you?”

I lean into her touch, craving contact, forgetting everything I promised myself about taking things slow. “Never more. Those ropes… those planks…” I let all the air out of my lungs, finally understanding why my brothers are so shaky about anything concerning their girls or kids. When you care about someone, you never stop worrying, and today, I had every reason to worry. “I couldn’t risk walking across to you, but if you fell… I’d have followed.”

Her eyes widen a little, lips parting. “What? Why?”

“So I cold hold you in the best way to not hurt yourself too much.”

Her fingers weave in my hair, gently scraping my scalp. “That was a hundred-foot drop, no one could survive that.”

“You were scared, Addie,” I say, brushing a lone lock of hair over her ear. “It seemed worse than it was. Fifty feet tops.” I bring her hand to my lips, dragging my mouth over her knuckles, the restless anxiety inside ebbing away now that she’s safe, but the feelings that have been blooming since day one long for a way out. “I’d catch you,” I whisper, convinced it’s true no matter how irrational. “I’ll always catch you, baby.”

A small smile touches her eyes as she wiggles her hand free to cup my face and plants a soft, lingering kiss on my lips.

It’s not enough. I need more. I need everything. All of her… mine. Always mine.

Fuck taking things slow.

Fuck downplaying what’s happening between us.

There’s no way in heaven or hell I’ll let this girl go. No way I can keep acting like I’m not falling in love with her so fast my head spins. I run my tongue along her bottom lip then sink deeper, tasting her sweet mouth while my heart swells till I think it’ll burst through my chest.

She gives in, her delicate fingers cupping my face as I lift her off the couch and into my arms. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her thumbs brush the soft skin under my eyes, our lips working in a slow, heated rhythm.

It’s too soon to say it. I’d scare her off if I vocalized how much she means to me already, how I can’t fucking imagine not being around her, but gestures… that’s a different story. I can show her. I can make her feel the three words dancing at the tip of my tongue.

Those eight letters I’ve waited too long to say.

I drop her on the bed, following her down, and she wraps her arms round me, squeezing until there’s no space between us.

This isn’t about control, so when she tugs my t-shirt off, I help, then lift her dress over her head and dive lower, kissing a vertical line from her navel up the valley of her breasts.

A soft moan fills the air, roping me into her more.

The room’s too dark for my liking. I’d install stage reflectors all around to see every detail of her. Desperate for more skin-on-skin contact, I flip us over, propping my head on the pillows, Addie’s face an inch from mine. With one arm curved around her back, I drape her leg over my middle, pulling her half onto me, enough that her clit rests directly over my hard cock, still hidden in my pants. I bend her leg at the knee, giving myself easy access.

She clings to me, nuzzles closer like she craves the contact more than I do. Taking her mouth in a deep kiss, I skim my hand down her back, mapping the sweet curve of her butt until I reach the mark, groaning at how soft and warm she is.

Wet, swollen… ready for me even though I’ve not done a thing to get her this aroused. No need for foreplay. She’s dripping, her hunger matching mine, but I won’t deny myself the pleasure of making her come when she clings to me like this. Like she never wants to be anywhere else.

“Mine,” I coo against her lips, drawing lazy circles on her pussy, my fingers soaked within seconds. “Look at me, Addie.”

She opens her eyes, lips parted, and a soft moan hits my ears when I dip one finger inside to slowly stroke her G spot.

“Kiss me, baby,” I whisper, nudging her nose with mine.

She inches closer, taking control the one way she can as her lips devour mine. There’s so much intensity in her. So much raw emotion as her tongue meets mine, stroking, teasing, proving how much she wants and needs me.

It’s fucking addictive.

She is addictive. Tempting. Distracting.

The sounds she makes while I slip my finger in and out, taking my sweet time. How she grinds into me, her hips canting in small circles as she rubs her clit over my cock…

She’s perfect. Mine. A sight to fucking see.

“Colt,” she mewls, breaking the kiss. She hides her face in my neck, her whole body quivering. “Oh, oh, I—”

The rest of the sentence is just a symphony of sweet, delirious moans and gasps as she soaks my hand, her hips working harder as she wrings out every ounce of orgasmic pleasure, taking what she needs.

“Good girl, don’t stop. Give me one more.”

She gently scrapes her teeth over my pulse point, then draws a sharp breath when I add a second finger, working her faster and deeper. I hold her tighter, both arms flush to her sides, limiting her movement.

It’s a trap.

She can’t roll off. She can’t move her arms. All she can do is work those hips and take whatever I give her.

And I’ll give her everything she ever asks for.

She loves being at my mercy. I can tell by how wet she is. How loud she moans despite biting the pillow by my head. How eagerly she rubs her clit over my cock, soaking my pants.

“Almost there,” I whisper, working her faster when her walls start to pulse. “Don’t hold it. Let go, Addie.”

And she does, coming undone again so hard her legs shake. I drink her moans, holding her close as we kiss.

“I need a second to catch my breath,” she murmurs, skimming her lips across my jawline while I pull my fingers out. “You’re too good at this.”

“No breaks.”

I strip, then flip her onto her stomach and push her legs together, crossing her ankles. Wrapping her long, brown locks around my wrist, I tug until she arches her back enough to dent her spine. Positioning myself at her entrance, I thrust myself inside, deep and demanding. Addie lets out a satisfied cry, gripping the sheets with both hands.

I lean over her, my lips roaming her back, shoulders, and neck as my pace quickens, my moves rhythmical but fast and hard. She gasps, arching back more.

Her lips part, letting out short moans every time I drive into her. I love this position, the angle, and how tight and wet she is. She rises on her elbows, pushing her sweet ass a bit higher when I let go of her hair, knotting our fingers again.

Locking her in a purpose-built cage of my arms, my hips move back and forth, the angle letting me in so fucking deep I can barely keep my orgasm in check.

“Oh God,” she mewls.

“There it is.” Satisfied, I hit the same spot over and over again. “Now. Come for me.”

Our bodies gleam with a mist of sweat when she starts pulsating around me, and I speed up, knowing damn well it’ll prolong her orgasm. She’s still trembling when I help her into a sitting position. “Turn around and kneel.”

I love it when her legs wobble as she complies, kneeling with her hands firmly on the headrest for support.

“Good. I’ll show you something. Just follow my lead.” I move myself up and push slowly into her.

She gasps, squeezing her thighs together, making the tight space even tighter. This position lets me sink deeper than any other, but it’s not just how deep I can get; it’s the angle that matters. She’ll replace out why in a moment.

“One day soon,” I whisper in her ear, buried to the hilt. “I’ll want your ass, too. I’ll buy you a pretty silver plug, and you’ll wear it all day so you’re ready for me in the evening.”

“Okay,” she moans as I slowly pull back. “Can you buy one with a cute tail?”

“Kinky,” I chuckle. “Hands behind your back.” I tie her wrists with my fingers when she obeys. “Lean back with me, like you’re about to sit.” I move my other hand to her front, holding her flush to me, and grasp her neck.

“Oh God… this feels so, so good. Too good, I won’t last long like this. I’m too sensitive. I’m already so close, and—”

“Shh,” I tut against her. “You’re doing great. I know this is intense, so I’ll go slow. Get you used to the angle. I only want one like this, okay? Just one, and then you can take a bath.”

She nods, trembling softly when I pull back to make my first thrust, then shuddering with every stroke hitting and dragging along her G spot. I keep a steady tempo, counting to ten, then up the speed a little.

“How’s that, baby? What color are you?”

She arches back, resting her head on my shoulder. “Green.”

“That’s good. Now I’ll show you how fast you can come like this. Hold onto me.”

I release her hands, letting her grip my forearm that’s wedged between the flesh of her breasts, and I let the hunger inside me take the reins. With every next move, I squeeze her neck a little harder, loving how her skin flushes pink.

My hips piston in and out. The faster I move, the louder she moans, her orgasm looming nearby, the need growing even though she already came three times.

I grab her hip, pull her into me harder, and hold her in place, my growls mixing with her gasps as they grow more desperate, like she can’t take it much longer.

Biting her earlobe, I hit as deep as possible, and Addie cries out, trying to wiggle her hands out of my grasp. There’s nothing more satisfying in this world than seeing and feeling the way her orgasm turns her to splinters. Her nails dig into my flesh and she throws her head back, resting it on my shoulder as she starts quaking, coming so hard I truly hope the suite is soundproof or the whole fucking yacht will hear her moan.

I hold off a bit longer, loving how her pussy spasms around my shaft, but it’s only a few seconds until I can’t stop the orgasm hitting and warm trickles of cum surge deep into her.

The most obscure thought seizes my mind, threatening to knock me off my damn feet.

Impregnated.

I wish, but she’s on the pill, so there’s no way in hell we just made a baby. One day. One day soon because she is it for me.

Mine.