There’s an epilogue happening, but the main two parts are finished. Remember when I just wanted to write Olympics smut and it turned into a two part THING plus an epilogue??
Super thanks to @idoltina for buzzing through a quick beta for me to make sure limbs were correctly portioned and things weren’t clunky. :*
Things get smutty here, folks!!
Previously…
Killian was moving her other leg up, trying to press her against the wall and hold her against him at the same time, and Emma was happily complying, when someone down the hall cleared their throat loudly and pointedly. Emma’s heart leapt into her throat as Killian broke off their kiss immediately, though he still held her up by her thighs and her arms stayed around his neck. He glanced down the hall and seemed to relax ever-so-slightly in recognition. “Liam.”
Happily, Liam appeared to have chosen to wait for him down the hall, sidestepping any awkwardness with introductions or explanations. Killian slowly, gently unwound Emma’s legs from around his waist, gritting his teeth against the urge to rut his hips into hers as her body slid lazily down along his. God, he was sure he’d never been this hard in his life and they’d hardly touched one another. He ached for her, longed to feel her toned, athletic body under him and around him; he was sure he’d fit inside her perfectly, hot and wet and tight around his cock, but more than anything he’d wanted her to wrap those glorious long legs of hers around his waist and never release him again.
He took several breaths to try and calm his heated blood, arousal battling against the surge of irritation he felt at his brother’s untimely arrival. “Apologies, love,” Killian murmured, then frowned at the out-of-place sloshing sound as her feet hit the floor. He glanced down and saw what clearly used to be an ice pack wrapped up around her leg but was now mostly water. “Emma, what happened?”
Copacabana Dreams (2/2)
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