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I touched the glass to my lips and felt the fizzy bubbles slide down my throat. It was sweet. It warmed me to my toes on a surprisingly chilly night.

The band started up. We watched from the sidelines as the bride and groom took to the dance floor and went through the obligatory list of dances with each other and their family.

“Come on.” Blake tugged me by the arm.

I thought he was trying to coax me onto the dance floor, but he was headed in a completely different direction.

“Where are we going?” I stumbled behind him. It was hard to keep up in my high heels.

“You’ll see.”

We moved through the guests until we were on the other side of the tree line.

“You’re not serious?” I looked up at him.

His mouth crashed against mine. “I’m fucking serious.”

I melted in his arms and surrendered every last sensible thought in my head as Blake stripped me in the moonlight on the same beach where I lost my virginity to him.

27

Blake

I pushed the pink straps over her arms and the dress over her hips and thighs.

“It was right here,” I whispered, turning her to face the water. I cupped her breasts, pinching her nipples between my fingers.

She nodded into my chest. “It was.”

My hands coasted over her navel and between her legs.

“This was the first place I fucked you, Sierra.”

She trembled as my hands slipped between the fabric of her silk panties and her skin. I pushed a finger between her slit, rubbing a line from her entrance to her clit. I groaned when her hips jerked forward.

My other hand pried her folds wide as I toyed with that swollen bud. It was hard to the touch as I moved my fingers back and forth.

She mewed softly, her lips parted slightly. Her eyes closed as she leaned into my shoulder.

“You remember that night?”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Everything about it.”

I bit her ear.

My fingers sank deeper inside her. She clutched around me. Her walls caving in around my fingers with unbelievable strength.

“God, you’re sexy.”

“I can’t believe we’re doing this. All those people are just over there.” Her head rolled in the direction of the reception.

“You want me to stop?” I pulled my fingers away, leaving a trail of honey along her thighs.

“No, don’t,” she pleaded.

I chuckled in her ear. I knew she wanted the same things I did. I reached for my belt buckle and shoved the suit pants from my legs. My cock sprung free, large and swollen with want for her.

I twisted her to face me before I lifted her feet from the sand. Her legs clamped around my waist and I grinned adjusting my cock to find her wet hot entrance.