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She gasps a laugh against my mouth, sliding up a few inches onlyto drop again.Fucking bliss.“The water isn’t… This beach is a lot prettier in the dark.”

Fuck. “Don’t you fucking stop, Siena.” I’m moving for the pier to the right, knees damn near buckling as she presses her arms into my shoulders and uses the leverage to fuck herself on my cock. I press her back against the elevated edge of the pier, wet sand at my feet, and bless this angle. I can fuck her so much harder this way.

“I love your cock.” She’s panting, letting me take over. “You’re so fucking good at this. My very favorite fuck. Best I’ve ever had.”

I groan. Pin it on decades working my ass off to be the best at what I do, but it turns out I have a praise kink I never figured out until sex with Siena. Her words send blood rushing straight to my head, to my dick, and I fuck her harder, wanting to be the best at this for her, too.

“I’d do anything to make you feel good. You know that? Whatever you want. Anywhere.”

“I want you everywhere all the time.”

She’s absolutely perfect with her sighs, the way her body arches into me, her pussy clenches my cock. But it’s the way she moans my name that gets me most. My fingers knead the fullness of her ass, inch between her cheeks to brush the sensitive skin there. She breathes out the sweetest littleoh. Rocks her body into my hand, demanding more.

“You want me here, too?”

“Yes,” she whispers. “Please.”

“Open your mouth.” I press two fingers past her lips, slide them over her tongue. “Suck. Make them wet. Get them ready.”

She does, twirling her tongue over my fingers. She sucks them deeper into her mouth, teasing me with that talented tongue, letting her spit coat them, soak them. When she releases me, I position my fingers between her ass cheeks and the next time she sinks down on my cock, she takes a finger inside her, too. She clenches everywhere and gasps such a grateful sound. I’m fucking glowing. My skin feels so alive at the sound of her satisfaction.

I lick up her neck and she tucks her chin down, kissing me. She’s taking my cock deep, and after a while I press another finger into her ass. She sucks my tongue into her mouth and I’ve never felt more complete.

“I can’t believe it’s this good.” Her words are breathy gasps. “Brooks, it doesn’t feel real.”

“It is, Siena. It’s real, and we’d be stupid to let this go.”

She’s moaning, writhing against me, water ebbing and flowing around us. I’m not sure how I find the mental capacity to notice it, but in my peripheral vision I see two streams of light bounce over the sand in the distance. The dark outline of a car no bigger than a golf cart coming our way.

Fuck.

“Baby, there are people coming.” She mumbles something I can’t make out. I palm her hip, grinding her harder over my cock. “I need you to come for me, okay? Now.”

“Don’t stop,” she moans. “Please.Please.”

“Not stopping.” I dip to take her nipple in my mouth—bite, suck on it. Her head falls back with a cry. “Touch your pussy. Play with your clit, Siena. Help me make you come.”

She does, slipping a hand between us, and she’s already shuddering.

The headlights move closer. “Hey—who’s out there?”

Siena whimpers, bouncing, grinding over my cock, taking my fingers inside her, tugging at my hair as we fuck fast and hard. I can’t make out the voices anymore but the headlights are coming closer. What I can make out is the eager smirk on Siena’s face. She loves the danger in this, my rebellious little tease. I can’t help but gasp a laugh.

I can picture the headlines if we get caught, the angry calls from Josh. But I can’t seem to make myself care. She’s done that to me, like she has all summer—reoriented my priorities to put her, us, first. More important than my career. Exactly how it should be.

Her face falls into my hair, nails dig hard into my back. She givesme my favorite sound—those breathy gasps. One, two, three of them before she whispers my name and breaks, pussy clenching around me. Her wet skin slips against mine as she shudders, and with an unrestrained groan I come inside her, edges of my vision going darker than the sky.

The headlights swing several feet in the wrong direction.

“Oh my God,” Siena mumbles in my hair. She’s limp in my arms, surrendering her weight to me.

I don’t give us the time to recover. The second I’m strong enough I tear down the beach, clutching her to me, ignoring the shouts from security guards and scooping our clothes off the sand as I go.

I run faster than I ever have in my life, Siena’s blissful laugh mixing with mine.

Chapter43Siena

I arrive at the Rebels practice facility the next afternoon, feeling so jittery you’d think I was the one in a helmet and padding, warming up on the field for a make-or-break scrimmage. Half the players are wearing black practice jerseys, the other half royal purple, all kneeling on the turf in a synchronized stretch routine.