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Chapter 21

DANI

I wasn’t done with him. At least, tonight I wasn’t. Watching Jordy claim me like he did was the hottest damn thing I’d ever experienced in my entire life, and I wouldn’t let it go.

Pushing him down on the mattress, I moved on top of him, not caring that his cum was already all over and in me. He didn’t care either—actually, I think he was even more turned on and truth be told, so was I.

He was already hard for me again. His eyes were filled with lust, twinkling against the moonlight that was starting to fade as the sun began to rise. Lining up his dick, I slowly slid down to the base, filling me up again. His hands gripped my hips as I started to ride him, my tits bouncing and my head falling back, soaking up the feeling of Jordy . A bead of sweat dripped down from my neck as the heat in my body set me on fire.

Jordy sat up, bringing our chests to each other. Our eyes said words our mouths couldn’t at that moment. Small specs of sunlight started to peek through the blinds as I rocked against him. His mouth crashed into mine as my hands worked their way through his hair, tugging and pulling him closer and closer.

“Give me that tongue,” he whispered, I did as he said. We broke all of the rules we had in the first place, but I was pretty positive I broke the most important one.

Don’t fall in love with Jordy.

He whimpered and it was honest to God the most seductive sound I’d ever heard. “Dani, I’m close—”

We rocked against each other, hard and fast, as the sun started to beam brightly into the room. My head dipped back, letting my body feel the climax as Jordy’s head fell into my chest while he came inside of me. We sat there for a minute in each other’s arms, knowing that whatever we were before this trip was long gone.

The rest of the morning was filled with snuggles and taking much needed separate showers. We were checking out today and heading back home and back to work which was sadder than expected. We packed our bags and met the rest of the group in the lobby of the resort, ready to take buses back to the airport.

I stood watching Jordy talk to the guys, probably about football or some stupid video game that they liked to play.

“Well that’s an interesting look on your face,” Becca said from behind me, causing me to jump.

“What look?” I replied.

She smirked. “That’s the look of a girl that just fell in love.”

I shook my head. “No, I don’t think—”

“Oh, I’m positive. I know that look, believe me. Do you think I wanted to fall in love with Shyloh?”

I squinted at her. I would bet a million dollars that ninety-nine out of one hundred people who knew Shyloh existed would disagree with her.

“He was the pestering king. He forced me to love him, and I am so grateful that he did.”

Would it be so bad to be in love? What was I so scared about?