I’m kissing Indigo Bloom, and she’s kissing me back.
The only sounds I can hear are thewhooshingof my blood in my ears and the soft little moan Indie lets slip into my mouth as she wraps her legs around my hips and presses impossibly closer. She tastes like wine and sweet candies. I can’t get enough.Then she rolls her hips, and I feel the warmth of her against my rock-hard dick.
“Okay, you two. As happy as we all are that you’re finally kissing, there are kids in the room, and this is starting to get a little X-rated.”
I barely register Maddox’s words until his hand lands on my shoulder and squeezes. Only then do I force myself to pull away from the woman I’m in love with.
Her cheeks are flushed the prettiest pink, and her lips are slightly swollen. They hang open, her chest heaving as she sucks in quick, shallow breaths. Wide-eyed and breathless, she glances around the room, finally registering the fact that we seem to be the center of attention, and then she buries her face in the crook of my neck.
“Oh my god,” she whispers, her breath puffing warmly over my skin.
“Sorry,” I reply softly. “Indie, I?—”
“All right, I think it’s time we blow this popsicle stand,” Griffin shouts. “I need food and at least three beers. And fifteen minutes alone with my wife, so I can burn off some of this adrenaline.”
Mira smacks her husband’s chest, but she’s laughing. “God, you’re the worst.”
“You know that’s not true, sunshine. You give me a glowing performance review every time.”
“Jesus.” Maddox pinches the bridge of his nose while Isla snickers beside him. “How many times do I have to ask you not to say stuff like that about my sister around me?”
Griffin shrugs. “Probably at least another thousand times. But I gotta be honest with you, bro, I’m never going to stop. Your sister is hot as fuck, and she’s my wife. You’ll have to get over it.”
“And you’re going to have to pay for my therapy,” our captain quips.
Indie and Lola share a look and giggle. I want to get my girl alone and kiss the hell out of her again. The urge to drag her out of the room and find some dark closet where I could get her naked and worship her body the way I’ve always dreamed of is strong, but she deserves better. She deserved a better first kiss, and she sure as hell deserves a better first time than that.
Because after that kiss? I’m positive we’ll get a first time. She seemed just as ready to rip her clothes off right then and there as I was.
“Okay, let’s get out of here before these two idiots get into it,” Logan says. He has one arm wrapped around Blair’s waist and the other resting over Reed’s shoulder. Watching him change from someone completely terrified by the idea of intimacy and vulnerability into a guy who’s gone for his woman and willingly stepped into the role of surrogate dad to a teenage kid he genuinely loves has been amazing.
I wish I could say I’ve only been happy for him, but that would be disingenuous. Because I’ve also been jealous. Logan never wanted a relationship, and he found one. I’ve been pining after the same woman for a decade, and I was certain she’d remain out of reach.
But here she is, at my game, cheering me on. And she kissed me back. Shereallykissed me back.
Maybe I won’t be the only one who ends up alone.
“Does everyone have rides?” Isla looks at Indie and Lola.
“I’ve got them.”
Isla beams at me. “Great. Then we’ll see everyone at our place.”
I try not to overthink it as I lead Indie and Lola to my car. I kissed my Rosebud in front of everyone. I kissed her, and it was so much better than I ever thought it could be.
Now it’s even more important that we talk about what happened that summer. Because one kiss won’t be enough forme. I want all of Indie’s kisses. I want her to stay. And I’ll do whatever it takes to make that happen.
seventeen
INDIGO
I thinkI’m hiding my massive, overwhelming, scream-into-the-void freakout well until I glance at Lola in the rearview mirror and see her trying to hold in her laughter.
Right. Yeah.
Sebastian Navarro, the boy I’ve loved since I was fourteen years old, the man I’ve followed from a distance because it hurt too much to watch him choose other women from close by, kissed me. And not just some chaste, friendly little kiss. No, he kissed the ever-living shit out of me, and I… Well, fuck. I ground my pussy against his washboard abs like an experienced porn star. In front of other people.
I need to find a hole big enough to crawl into so I can die quietly and privately of embarrassment.