Page 108 of Blissful Devotion

Fuck, I hadn’t even realized I’d fuck her tits right out of her top. When I bought this set, she was smaller. I’ll have to get her a new set… or maybe not.

I can’t help but watch the way they sway as I continue to pound into her.

Des seems to be happy with her wardrobe malfunction too as he watches them sway, completely transfixed.

And then he strikes, his mouth closing over her nipple as his hand kneads the soft flesh of the rest of her boob.

It’s hot as fuck, and apparently I’m not the only one who thought so.

Kat clamps down around me as her whole body locks up, and she falls over the edge with a broken little shout.

I follow her a second later, unable to stop myself even if I wanted to, not that I do.

“Well, I’m going to have to make a room for the ropes, I think,” Des says, falling back into the chair with a huff before he reaches out and pulls her from me up onto his lap.

I take a second to breathe before I walk to the bathroom. I wipe myself down, grab a cloth, wet it with warm water, and make my way back into my room to them. Kat looks like she might be asleep as Des whispers sweet nothings into her ear, holding her tight.

I can’t look away, and I find it strange that I don’t feel even a hint of jealousy or like I’m less than.

I’d constantly felt like that with her, but it wasn’t because I wanted her; no, I was jealous of the way she turned them against me. She took pride in making me feel less than.

Kat would never, even if she didn’t love ropes, she wouldn’t ever use them to hurt me or try to tear me down, and something tells me she would walk away before she tore us apart.

This is love, and I want it forever, want her and this family and anything life has to throw at us.

I hand Des the rag, dropping to my knees to start undoing the ties. Her hand rests on mine, stopping me as I look up into eyes so full of love and acceptance I could cry.

“Did you want a picture, or next time?”

I swallow hard and dig my phone out of my pocket. I stand and take a step back, getting Des and her both in the shot. I take a few, then tuck it away and return to her side.

“That will do for now, just a reminder.” I grab her hand, bringing it up to press a kiss to her knuckles before I get to work on the ropes, thoughts of next time already playing in my head as I think of all the things we can do with ropes and without.

November

Mother and Father have flown back again for the holiday. This is the most they have been to the States since Addison was born, and while it’s strange to have them in the house, it’s also nice.

I talked with Mother on the way back from the airport about how we plan to ask Kat to marry us.

She’d cried.

Mother had always wanted me and Alex to settle down and have a family. She wasn’t against us having the boys and then Addison, but it wasn’t what she wanted for us. She’d married Father young, and while they had met because of their parents, they had found real love in each other.

The older we got, the more sure we were that it wasn’t in the cards for us; we were businessmen, and our beds weren't empty.

No, we had plenty of company if we wanted it, but the more successful you become, the more people want you, and often not for the right reasons.

Being alone was easier, unless we found someone who fit all of us. We’d come to that agreement after Natasha blew up so completely, but I’m not sure any of us ever believed we'd find that in any one woman.

How could we? We might be family, but as men we have different needs and desires; it shouldn’t work the way it does, should never be so smooth, but Kat makes it seamless.

Loving her is easier than breathing. I’ve never questioned her intentions or her feelings for not just us but Addison, and somehow she even managed to pull in Vince.

Probably the prickliest man I’ve ever had the pleasure of calling my brother, outside of Alex.

Now I just need to make sure she doesn’t spoil it before we go to the tree tomorrow night. Our only saving grace is that in the morning we will be taking family pictures, so we will be busy. That and Mother favors Italian after so many years back home.

Hopefully, should she slip, it won’t be in English. It also helps that she already calls her daughter, something Kat was very excited about when she came for Nico’s delivery.