Our harsh breathing occupies the room, the only sounds coming from us as we get each other off. My body swells with pressure, with intimacy, with love, and just as I’m about to scream out my release, his large palm grips the back of my head, shoving my face into the pillow.

Just like he wanted to.

My orgasm rips through me, just as strong as the first night we had sex, and he holds me tight as he finishes himself off, our flesh smacking together and making its own rhythm.

He groans out my name and slaps my ass as he comes inside the condom.

Chapter Thirty-Three

Lincoln

“Does this mean we’ll be new roomies?” Georgia asks the next morning.

Somehow, I got suckered into making everybody breakfast. Well, buying everybody breakfast because the first Belgian waffle I tried was an absolute fail. So, I told everyone to get dressed, and we’re sitting at a table at Yellow Peep to get our waffles.

As soon as we sat down, I was reminded of Cassidy and me coming here after her community service—the day she thought she didn’t look dressed to come into a restaurant like this when she didn’t even realize how damn beautiful she was.

She is.

Inside and out.

“Oh my God.” I hear from Cassidy, and at the same time, she covers her face.

I glance up to find the same waitress, Taylor, who helped us before, standing at the front of our table, a bright smile on her face.

Her smile broadens when she notices Cassidy and me, and she gestures to us with her pencil. “From the looks of it, I’m hoping this means you no longer see her as your little sister?”

Cassidy adds her other hand to cover her face as she groans.

Georgia snorts, her attention bobbing between Taylor and us. “What?”

“Nothing,” Cassidy and I answer at the same time as she uncovers her face.

“Nope,” Georgia says, shaking her head. “As soon as we give our drink orders, we’re going to need that story.”

“They came in a while back,” Taylor chirps, apparently ready to answer for us. “And they were going back and forth about him seeing her as a little sister, and she was upset because she didn’t want to say she was attracted to someone who saw her as a sibling … something along those lines.”

“I can’t believe she told them that,” Cassidy hisses so only I can hear.

Appeased with the answer, Georgia orders a mimosa with Cassidy doing the same. Archer and I opt for coffee and water, and Taylor scurries her tattletale self off to get our beverages.

Georgia straightens her napkin in her lap and leans into us. “Now, back to the conversation we were having prior to finding out you used to think of her as a little sister.” Her gaze whips to me.