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“Tiller. No.”
He removes his hand from my thigh, running it through his hair. He leaves it sticking up at odd adorable angles. Bloodshot eyes find mine. “You’re being unreasonable.”
“I am not.” I cross my arms over my chest, but it does nothing for me because it pushes my breasts up and he notices right away, his eyes dropping. “You’re being a nightmare.”
Leaning forward, he bites my neck. Hard. “I am not. Take it back.”
Giggling, I push his head away, trying to squirm away from him. “No.”
“I bet I could make you.” Do you notice the warning? He’s about to do something incredibly stupid and we both know it.
Pointing my finger in his face, I glare, my warning going unnoticed. “Don’t even think about it Tiller.”
Picking up the bottle of Black Barrel, he takes a long pull from it and then sets it on the table, standing up. “Oh, I’m thinking about it.”
Do you see us there? We’re in the pool because his dumbass threw me in and I wouldn’t let go of him. Even with an arm in a sling, he supports my weight, dragging us to the deep end away from the others in the pool.
Trapping me against the side near the diving board and rocks, his hips press into mine. “Feel what you do to me. I want you.” His mouth finds my collarbone again, biting and sucking on my wet skin.
“I’m sure every girl here could get you hard,” I breathe out, lying my head back against the rocks and giving him full access to my skin.
“Not true,” he mumbles, reaching up under my dress between my legs again. Did I mention we’re both clothed? Well, kind of. He’s in shorts and I’m in my dress, still missing my panties. They’re over there by the table and the chairs he knocked over in the process of getting me inside the pool.
“Prove it,” I say, tempting him when I know I shouldn’t. He grinds himself into my center, bare for him. It’s then he lets go of me and reaches below the water. I keep my legs wrapped around him, my hands holding onto the rocks to keep us from sinking. He fumbles around, still kissing my neck and then I feel him there, at my opening.
I gasp. Shock hits me and I tighten my legs around his waist. My eyes, so heavy, find the smudged orange-black sky, blurry stars holding my stare, my body arching into him. “Tiller,” I warn, meaning it, but it feels so good I nearly tell him to push forward, finally take what’s been yours from the beginning.
Our eyes lock, his wild and determined, mine pleading and apprehensive.
He flexes forward but doesn’t push inside me. Instead, the head of him brushes over my swollen clit. “It’syouI want. Do you believe me now?” His mouth finds the curve of my neck, the warmth of the water and his lips making me shiver. My mind can’t comprehend much of anything but what he’s doing below the surface of the water. He gives me everything I need, new experiences, new thoughts, feelings, it’s all centered around him. “It’d be easy. To fuck you. Here.”
“But you won’t.” I know he’d never do anything I’m not ready for, but I’m uneasy under his dark eyes.
“I won’t,” he whispers, biting my earlobe. “But you’re getting me off at least.” He lets go of me, only to drag me toward the stairs. “Come with me.”
I do as he says, and he leads me to the side of the house, both of us dripping water and barefoot, to the only privacy around here which is in the bike shop. I can tell you all sorts of things about the shop, between the bikes, the exotic ones that are only prototypes, yet they’re designed specifically for the Sawyer brothers to show off. . . but none of that matters because it’s him and me in here, and you know why we came in here.
There are two guys in here talking about the race bikes, leaning against the wall drinking beers. I don’t know them, but they spot Tiller immediately. Their postures straighten and conversations halt. He gives a nod. They disappear without a word, and he backs me up against the wall, trapping me between a countertop and the air compressor.
He pushes his wet shorts down with his free hand and then takes my hand and places it on his swollen cock. I practically moan at the hardness in my hand. He shifts his feet apart, gaining balance and moves his hand to the back of my neck, latching his mouth on mine.
When that’s not enough for him, he drops his lips to my chest, pushing my dress down to capture my left breast in his mouth. I tip my head back against the wall, closing my eyes in the dim shop light.
It all happens fast, but the next thing I know, Tiller’s groaning and jerking his body toward mine. He shakes, taking a firm grip on himself and stroking fast. His chest trembles, his knees giving way a little. “Look what you do to me,” he pants out, barely able to get the words out through his harsh breathing.
He’s right. He could be outside this very moment with those sluts lingering around, but he’s not. He’s in the shadows with me.
I know when he comes, the soft heady grunts falling from his lips. Thick white bursts of cum covers my hand and my dress. He kisses me then, again, and while I kiss him back, I’m not at all sure what to make of what just happened.
“Someday you’re going to let me inside you,” he mumbles around my lips. “Onlyme.”
“I will, soon,” I admit, before I know what I’m saying, so caught up in the forbidden passion he consumes me with. He’s not heaven, he’s hell and he’s why I sin.
I’m not sure if he senses it, but things are changing for us. I know that much. I have no title, despite us joking about being boyfriend and girlfriend, and I might not ever have one with him, but our bond, our lifelong connection with one another is changing. A guy like him who does and says what he wants wouldn’t mess around with me for no reason. Something draws him to me. The lion falls for the lamb. The beast falls for the beauty.
The air changes, and I feel it. It’s in the confused expression of his brow and the way he steps back, running his hand over the back of his neck. He hesitates, as if he can’t decide what to say or do next.
Our eyes catch. For someone who’s normally so sure of himself, he’s so uncertain. He gestures to my dress, pulling his shorts up and reaches for a shop towel next to him. “Should we clean your dress?”