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This is getting out of control, fast. I scan our surroundings. Katie and Rachel are busy flipping their hair as they chat with a group of guys who look barely legal, Kyle and Ryan have swum off to investigate the floating jungle gym, and Connor is chatting up Beige Thong. Even Jeremy is suitably occupied with his flock of ladies. No one is paying us any heed.
Ronan and I are in our own little world.
And I am desperate to come.
Maybe that’s why I adjust my stance more and demand, “Faster.”
Ronan slides in a third finger. “You don’t need faster, babe. You needdeeper.” He hooks his middle finger to hit a spot inside. “That’d be a lot easier to reach with my cock.”
Which isright there, its tip anxious to slide in. My left hand fists the steering wheel. “I wish, but you’re doing fine.”
“There’s that word again.” He chuckles, but it sounds strained. “How many hours left in this cruise?”
I close my eyes, willing everyone around us to disappear as I do my best to remain calm, unflustered, heading for my climax. “Too many?” I admit on a desperate moan.
“Definitely too many.”
He changes his stance and suddenly his tip is no longer nudging but prodding, pushing in, teasing sensitive flesh that is desperate to feel more than his fingers.
“You know what I’ve thought about since that day?” Ronan’s uneven breaths skate across my cheek as he leans in.
I think he might kiss my neck and I tilt my head, welcoming his lips on me. “What’s that?”
“What you’ll taste like when you come in my mouth.”
A stark visual of Ronan’s face between my thighs hits me then, and I climax, my legs shaking and my nails digging into his corded flesh as I struggle not to make a sound.
It takes me a moment to come back down and when I do, I feel disoriented.
And sticky.
A quick glance around reassures me that we haven’t earned an audience. Ronan just brought me to orgasm in the middle of Mermaid Beach’s tourist sandbar, and no one is the wiser.
“That was fucking hot,” Ronan whispers.
I can only hum in agreement.
“Look down.”
After a deep, steadying breath, I do as asked and regard his coated fingers and palm. “You did that, babe.”
That couldn’t have been all me. “You came too?” I was so overwhelmed with focus over my own climax, I didn’t realize he was having one too.
“As if I could stop it.”
“Hey, Ronan!” Connor booms. “Come meet Sasha and Mira!”
My jealousy flares as I spy Beige Thong’s equally curvy and beautiful friend hovering around them now. Ronan’s hand is literally still halfway inside me, and Connor is trying to set him up with someone else. Something tells me that’s a never-ending day’s purpose for his friend.
“He’s such a toddler today,” Ronan mutters. Behind me, I sense him tucking himself into his shorts. Finally, his hand slips free.
I feel the absence instantly, but I play it cool, fixing my bottoms. I’ll need to jump in the water to clean up. “Better go give him what he wants, then, before he throws a tantrum.”
“It’s like you know him.” Ronan’s slick hand crawls under the hem of my shirt to squeeze my ass cheek.
“Ugh.Seriously?”
I jolt at the sharp slap against my bare skin.