“Oakley—”

Whatever words I was going to say die in my throat when he tongues my puckered hole.

“When I said I wanted to taste you.” My thighs clench when he circles the hole with the tip of his tongue. “I meant everywhere.”

God, he’s so dirty.

Pleasure pulsates my veins when he pushes one finger inside my pussy. My inner muscles tighten around it and I moan, needing more.

He curls his fingers until they hit a spot that sends me spiraling.

“I need your cock,” I tell him, reaching behind me to stroke him through his jeans. “So fucking bad.”

I hear the sound of him undoing his zipper, and then his erection is sliding between my ass cheeks.

But he doesn’t go any further. Instead, he circles my opening with his piercing.

“Oh, Jesus.” My head falls against the sink. “Oakley, I’m dying.”

He fists my hair as the wide head of his cock slides past my swollen lips. “Then you better come fast.” He pushes in another inch, stretching me. “Because I want you so fucking bad, I won’t last long.”

I gasp when he lets out a husky groan and thrusts his hips forward, filling me to the hilt.

We both go still, trying to catch our breaths.

I feel so full I don’t know where he ends and I begin.

His rough voice works over my skin like butter when he pulls back. “Fuck.”

Arousal rushes through me when he slowly withdraws and I feel every hard inch of him.

His heated gaze holds mine when I glance up into the mirror. “My dick is coated in your juices.”

Using the wall for leverage, he works to fit his thick cock inside me again. “Goddamn, you’re so fucking tight.” He mutters a curse. “So tight and wet.”

The lewd sounds of him driving into my slickness turns me on so much I can’t take it.

“I should make you lick it up,” Oakley grinds out. “Make you take my big cock into that pretty little mouth so you can taste yourself.”

A breath shudders out of me. Jesus.

Grabbing my hips, he spins me around. “Get on your knees.”

It’s a command I wouldn’t dream of ignoring.

I’m on my knees so fast my head spins.

The corner of his mouth curls in a smug grin as he fists his cock and holds it out to me. It’s glistening, covered in my wetness.

“You want this?”

Smiling coyly, I nod.

“Prove it,” he taunts, repeating my words from earlier.

I wrap my fingers around his base and give him a slow jerk, teasing him the way he teased me before.

His palms slap the wall as he braces himself. “Put your mouth on it, baby girl.”

Dipping my head, I glide the flat of my tongue along the throbbing vein running up his length.

The muscles in his throat work as his teeth catch his lower lip. “Fucking hell that feels good.” His hand tunnels in my hair and he mutters another curse. “Too fucking good. That was a bad idea.”

He hauls me back up and sets me down on the sink. “Spread your legs and show me that pretty pussy.”

When I do, he buries himself inside me again, fucking me so good my brain scrambles.

I’m pinned against the sink, my thighs spread wide for him to take whatever he wants from me.

It strikes me that I’ll never get enough of him.

He’s an addiction I’ll never be able to kick.

Mid-thrust, our mouths meet in a messy exploration of lips and tongues. It’s been so long since we’ve done this. Too long.

I dig my nails into his back as he fucks me hard and deep, working me up and down his cock.

Grunting, he sucks my earlobe between his teeth and grinds out, “Scratch my back so hard you leave scars.”

His teeth clamp down on my neck as I claw my nails into his skin.

I cling to him as his pace turns greedy and he goes deeper, hitting a spot that makes my insides light up like fireworks.

“Oh, God.”

He’s fucking me so good I can’t even think straight. The sink rattles with the force of his movements and for a moment I think it’s going to rip off the wall.

His mouth moves to my jaw and those big hands slide to my ass, gripping me there. Then he’s kissing me again, the pressure from his skillful thrusts hitting me right where I need it as he reaches between us and rubs my clit.

As if he can feel the orgasm rising within me, he presses his lips to the crook of my neck. “I love you.”

It’s the last thing I hear before my climax slams into me with a force that shocks us both. It’s like nothing I’ve ever felt before. It’s so strong it almost hurts.

Oakley’s right behind me. Fingers digging into my hips, he makes a strangled groan deep in his throat, his hand coming up to grip the back of my neck as he comes.

I sag against him, my breath leaving me in quick, sharp pants. “I love you, too.”

And that’s when we hear it.

The awful, ghastly sound of someone screeching into a microphone.

“What the hell is that?”

Oakley makes a face. “It sounds like an animal dying.”

And that’s when I realize.

I can see the moment it dawns on Oakley too, because he chokes out a laugh.

It’s not an animal dying.

It’s my brother Jace trying to sing.

Oakley tucks his dick back into his jeans while I fix my dress.

Once we’re both dressed, he grabs my hand and we walk back into the venue.

Just in time for Jace to belt out the last verse of Dylan’s favorite song.

Cole covers his ears and shouts, “Dear God, make it stop.”

I’m not sure why Jace is making a fool of himself right now, but one thing is certain.

Dylan is loving every second of it.

Either the girl is tone deaf, or she’s seriously head over heels in love because she’s looking at Jace like he hung the moon.

Oakley stands behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist as we all suffer through the rest of Jace’s torture.

After the song is over, he looks at Dylan. “Dylan, you’re my best friend.”

My mouth drops open when he gets down on one knee and takes a jewelry box out of his pocket. “But I was hoping you’d make me the happiest man in the world and be my wife, too.”

Sawyer and I start squealing like a couple of crazy banshees.

I had no idea Jace was proposing tonight, but I’m so happy for them.

I’m about to walk over to congratulate them, but I look down at Oakley’s hands and freeze.

With his fingers interlaced against my stomach, the letters tattooed on them don’t spell ‘back in a’ after all.

I tilt my head to look at him. “That’s my name.”

“I know.” A slow smile unfurls. “Like I told you…I got the thing I love most in this world.”

Warmth floods my chest as I spin around. He’s always surprising me when I least expect it.

I blink in confusion when I notice the letter K on his left pinky.

“I hate to be the bearer of bad news, but my name doesn’t have a K in it.”

“Your middle name Kennedy does,” he points out with an impish grin. “I just ran out of fingers.”

I have to bite the inside of my cheek to stop from laughing. “God, I love you.”