I look at him over the lid of my coffee, hiding a smile. “Mmhmm.” I nod and feel like I’m dreaming. This has to be a dream, right?
“Perfect, because for what I have planned…” He glances over his shoulder at me, smirking. “You’re gonna need the carbs.”
Ten minutes later, I’ve finished my coffee, Hayden’s placed our food order, and I’m bent over the bed—my ass in the air, Hayden’s tongue inside me, driving me to the edge.
He stands and grips my hips, squeezing tight, thrusting in and out as he works through ten years of pent-up aggression. My fingers fist the sheets, hanging on as I moan his name. He grunts and hisses, and soon we’re unraveling together in heated pleasure.
I collapse on the bed, giggling, my legs feeling sore. Marathon sex was always a thing of the past and only with him, so my body is definitely feeling it now.
Hayden towers over me, a palm on each side of me, and groans. “Flip over, Sav.”
He helps me turn around and brings our mouths together, so passionately and sweet. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he nearly drops on top of me.
“Baby…” he says, chuckling against my lips. “I’m going to crush you.”
“It’d be worth it. The best way to die.” I smirk. As I’m losing myself in everything that he is, a knock on the door interrupts us. “I think our breakfast is here.”
“Alright, but then I’m coming back for dessert.” He flashes me a wink before kissing me once more and standing. I get under the covers and watch him slide on his shorts. “Don’t move.”
I laugh, not remembering the last time I felt this happy. Ten years apart, miserable years apart, and now here we are. After all this time.
Biting my lower lip, I watch as Hayden answers the door, admiring his back and ass. Hot damn. That is mine. All mine.
As soon as he opens the door, I hear him growl. “Veronica. What the fuck are you doing here?”
I immediately pull up the sheet, my heart lodged in my throat as I fear she’s going to come in here and murder me. While naked. Oh my God.
“Hayden.” Her voice comes out bored. “I’m here for Savannah.”
My eyes widen, quickly eyeing the floor as I look for my clothes.
“For what?” Hayden asks. “Haven’t you done enough?”
My suitcase is closer, so I take the sheet, wrap it around my body, then tiptoe over and grab what I need from it, then quickly get dress.
“Look, I screwed up, okay? I’m here to apologize.” She sounds almost pained. Almost.
Once I’m clothed, I walk behind Hayden and make my presence known. “It’s fine,” I tell Hayden. I cross my arms over my chest and stand next to him as I give her a death glare. “Say what you’re gonna say.”
“Okay, geez. Right to the point then.” She waves her hand in the air. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied about Hayden being the father.”
I nod, agreeing. “Trying to trap a man is the lowest of low,” I tell her.
“Okay, Mother Teresa.” She rolls her eyes. “I know. That’s why I’m here.”
“Veronica…” someone hisses from the hallway, and Hayden and I both furrow our brows.
We poke our heads out and see Hunter leaning against the wall with a shit-eating grin.
“What the hell are you doing here?” Hayden asks.
“I drove her here,” he responds casually. “Persuading her to do the right thing.”
Chuckling, I shake my head at him. “That’s why her apology sounds so painful.” I snort.
Veronica glares at me, folding her arms over her chest. “Hormones, okay?”
Hunter clears his throat, which makes Veronica rolls her eyes. “I’m also sorry, Hayden.” She pinches her lips and takes a deep breath. “For trying to trap you and get between you and Savannah. And—” She turns her gaze toward me. “I’m sorry for being a bitch to you all those years.”
I give her a half nod and smirk. “That sounded mostly genuine.”
Hayden looks at me and chuckles. “Guess we’ll take it.”
Veronica throw us the fakest smile. “Great.” Her face drops then looks at Hunter. “Satisfied now?”
“As satisfied as after a drunken one-night stand,” Hunter taunts, moving next to Veronica. “Not that I’d know anything about that.” He pinches his lips together and shakes his head, which has Hayden and me both laughing. I’d be willing to bet he’s had several drunken one-night stands.
Hayden looks at Hunter, smiles, and shakes his head at him. “I should’ve known you were behind this. Always looking out for me.” He nudges his shoulder. “I’m supposed to be the big brother, remember?”
“Can we go now?” Veronica snaps at Hunter, looking annoyed.
Before he can answer, our breakfast is being delivered. “Perfect timing,” I mutter.
Hunter wraps his arm around her, guiding her down the hall. He then looks over his shoulder and gives Hayden a wink, and it’s the sweetest brother moment I’ve ever witnessed.