Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3), Ahren Sanders [good short books txt] 📗

it doesn’t change how we feel. She doesn’t get to use this as a bargaining chip to see Poppy.” The force behind my words gets the point across.

“She’s fully aware.”

Dad clears his throat. “Marco, we don’t know each other, but in a way, we’re family. I’m sorry about what’s happened. If you need anything, let me or Annie know.”

“Appreciate that, Edward.”

“Well, I’m gonna see if The Brasher has room for me tonight.” Isaac downs his whiskey and sets it on the table.

“You’re not going back to Atlanta?”

“I’ll save that drive for tomorrow. It’s been a hell of a day.”

Poppy elbows me softly, her unspoken question clear in her expression. “Maybe—”

“The answer is no,” I deadpan.

“Evin!”

“We are not inviting him to stay here.”

“Evin! Stop being rude!”

There’s a beat of silence before the room erupts.

“I don’t see what’s comical.” She turns a bright shade of pink.

“Poppy, I appreciate the sentiment, but Evin’s right. Only so much torture and regret a man can take,” Isaac tells her.

“Baby, think about it. Do you want to rub salt in his wound having him spend the night with your husband?”

“You men are ridiculous.” She rolls her eyes. “Fine, then at least stay for dinner. All of you stay for dinner.”

My enjoyment crashes. “Are you serious?”

“We don’t want to impose.” Marco’s response comes on the tail of mine.

“It’s not an imposition. I insist.” She slices her gaze, daring me to argue.

“Hope you have enough. We have company.”

There isn’t time for Mom to clarify before there’s a quick rap at the door and it opens, Cole entering with his hands full. Pierce is next, lugging the infant seat with a sleeping Bella and Dev in his other arm. Maya’s shoulders and hands are loaded with bags, while Darby waltzes in empty-handed.

“They won’t let me do anything! I’m rarely even allowed to lift my newborn.” She defends herself to the room half-full of strangers.

Poppy and my mom are on their feet, mom helping Maya, and Poppy taking Dev.

“There was no keeping her away,” Pierce explains, setting the seat down and scanning the room. “Fucking shit,” he utters, staring at Isaac.

“Marco, Grady, Isaac, this is Pierce and my sister, Darby.”

Grady and Isaac acknowledge them, but Marco is stone still. His eyes are locked on Poppy, who’s involved in an animated baby conversation with Dev. Darby steps over, placing a hand on his arm.

“Thank you for the beautiful flower arrangement.”

He flashes her a smile. “Congratulations, she’s beautiful.”

Darby’s eyes soften, and she looks at the sleeping infant. “We think so.”

“Poppy doesn’t need to worry about cooking! Darby brought enough for an army,” Mom calls from the kitchen.

“Actually, Jill made it, but Mom doesn’t need to know that.” Darby winks, heading that way.

Poppy and Dev bounce behind her.

“This is why.” Marco’s voice is clogged with emotion.

“Why what?”

“You asked me how I could walk away and give her up. This is what I wanted for her and knew the path we were headed would bog her down.”

“I would have found her and given it to her. However it happened, she has it now.”

“Every fucking time, I can’t get enough.” I crawl up her body, running my lips and tongue over her flesh.

“Never enough,” she agrees breathlessly.

I pin her arms over her head, gently clasping her wrists to the bed as I brace on one elbow. “Give it to me, baby.”

She adjusts her hips and my cock slides in easily, filling her in one stroke. She bucks up, doing an all-over body shiver.

“Goooooddddd yes… finally.” Her eyes are glassy and dazed, her face flushed. “You’ve been playing with me.”

I grin, not an ounce of guilt for drawing this out. “I was starved and wanted to take my time.”

Her smirk shows she’s on to me. “Maybe I should invite my ex-boyfriend to spend the night more often.”

A growl grows from my throat and I slam up. “I’m showing you exactly why that will never happen again.”

The daze clears and she tries to pull her wrists free, my grip tightening. “I’m not done playing.”

Her pussy clenches at the same time she angles up, moaning, “No more playing.”

My free hand goes to her chest, tweaking one nipple and then the other, continuing to pump in and out of her. She squirms to get loose. Her back arches up, her head pressing into the pillow. My mouth goes to her neck, skimming across her collarbone.

I snake my hand down the slope of her stomach and brush my fingers over her clit. Her jaw clenches and she cinches her eyes tight.

I’ve worshipped her body for the last hour. Kissing, touching, licking every inch of her flesh. Fucking her over and over with my mouth and fingers until she begged for mercy. The ripple of her muscles reaches my fingertips, and I know she’s close again.

“Can you come right now? Coat my dick with more of you.”

“Y-y-yes,” she stutters.

“Do it, babe.”

Her eyelids pop, the blue blazing right through me. She plants her feet, angling, twisting at the same time. My cock is as deep as it can go, her squeezing so tight my balls ache.

“Fuck.” She’s got me.

Her ankles wrap around my waist, her chest arching up to rub mine, her nipples scraping across my chest, and she surges upward. A satisfied moan escapes and my dick lurches. My elbow threatens to give out as fiery sensations rip through my system.

“You want to go slow and keep playing, be my guest. I’d like to fuck my husband.”

Jesus. Her words, her body, the determination etched on her face. I’m done.

Her body continues rocking up, gliding on and off my dick, each time hitting that place deep inside. It’s useless to fight it. My siren has the power to render me to nothing. I give up the fight, drilling down and meeting her stroke for stroke. My fingers flick her clit once more before going to her head and weaving through her hair. I kneel, her thighs tightening, and pummel into her until she thrashing.

“Let go.”

Her entire body quakes and her