Page 27 of Final Temptation (Alpine Peak #2)

I didn’t care what my brother and Paige were up to; I didn’t care if we had an audience. All I cared about was the girl in my arms, giving herself to me. We could finally dive headfirst into this friends with benefits agreement.

“Where is the craziest place you’ve hooked up with someone?” I asked, running my hands over her round ass.

“How come I feel like you’re asking that just so you can one-up whatever experience I’ve had in the past?” She smirked, reading my mind.

“Well, you’re not wrong. Tell me.”

“Honestly?” She furrowed her brow, deep in thought. “Does a car count? Maybe at a party?”

“Was the party behind closed doors, or were you out in the open?” I pressed.

“What do you think?” she answered with a get-real look on her face.

“I think we’re about to top that. You have no idea how bad I want to feel you.”

“What if someone sees us?” She blushed, and fuck, I wasn’t sure what turned me on more—her shy side, or the moments when she was confident.

It was possible that someone could see us, but I already knew we were in a pretty good spot.

The DJ was playing his set with a massive crowd around him, other couples and groups of people around us were spread out and doing their own thing, and my brother, if he glanced over here and saw Sophie and me in this position, he wouldn’t dare interrupt.

But I wouldn’t tell Sophie all that. Why take all the excitement away from what I was about to do to her in a public pool?

“Then let em’ watch,” I answered, brushing my thumb along her ass.

One hand floated up, wrapping lightly around her neck as I pulled her toward me. I sucked her bottom lip into mine, blocking out all the outside noise as I kissed her.

I knew she wanted it. Wanted me. My cock had been hard since she tore off her clothes and walked into the pool in this damn bikini, and her hips moving over me didn’t help the case. She slowly grinded over me, the feeling sending me into a downward spiral of filthy thoughts.

My grip tightened around her throat as her tongue moved across mine. With each swipe of her pussy moving across me, I wouldn’t doubt that her swimsuit bottoms had moved enough that she was fully exposed under the water. I awarded myself a couple more kisses from her before pulling away.

A whimper slipped from her lips at the disconnect.

“Soph, if you keep rubbing your pussy over me like that, it’s not going to be a pretty sight in this pool.”

“I-I’m sorry,” she stuttered. “You’re fucking with my head and I’m so…horny.” Her hips moved over me with one more greedy, torturous stroke, before I stopped her.

“Be a good girl and tell me what you need from me, Princess,” I whispered in her ear.

“Fuck, Myles. I need to get off. I don’t care that we are in the pool, help me get what I need,” she begged. I looked around the pool, taking in our surroundings before committing my next move.

I reveled in the fact that she wanted it just as badly as I wanted to give it to her.

“One rule,” I demanded.

“Huh?” she said with a needy breath.

“Don’t kiss me. I want you to look me in the eyes when I make you come on my fingers.”

I didn’t wait for her response. Instead, I slid her bikini bottoms out of the way and stuck my middle finger right into her cunt.

“Myles,” she gasped, looking me in the eyes, following my directions like a good girl.

I dreamed of seeing her pussy up close. I wanted to shift my eyes down and watch as my finger plunged deeper into her wet center.

But the look on her face, the ecstasy rushing through her veins, and the lust in her eyes, it was a look I could get drunk on.

It was worth keeping my eyes on her and saving the sight of her pussy for later.

“Fuck, you’re so tight around my finger, baby.” I could feel how wet she was for me, even in the water.

“More, Myles. I need more,” she panted.

I plunged another finger into her pussy, giving her clit extra attention with my thumb. “How’s that feel, Princess?”

“Oh my God.” Her perfect lips parted, slipping out a moan. “So. Good.” Her hands wrapped around my shoulders, bracing herself with each drive of my fingers.

I knew the water would make it slightly difficult when it came to feeling the full effect, so I flicked my thumb over her clit at a quicker pace, more rapid with each pass. Her fingers came up to the nape of my neck, tugging on my hair as she tried her best to stay quiet and keep her composure.

She was coming apart stitch by stitch with each movement from my fingers. Her forehead rested against mine, keeping her eyes open and boring into mine.

“Let yourself go, Soph. Come on my fingers.” I kept my digits still inside her, switching up my technique to make her go wild. My fingers moved up and down, curved just right to hit her G-spot, making her hands grip my hair even tighter.

“You like that.” It wasn’t a question. I could tell with the way her body was reacting to mine, I was hitting her in the right spot.

She nodded her head against mine, a little whimper escaping her mouth.

“Does the possibility of someone watching us right now get you off?” I smirked. Getting Sophie off in public sure as shit turned me on. If anyone could see what we were up to, they’d see she was mine .

“You know what they s-say…” she stuttered when I applied more pressure to her clit, “what happens in Vegas?—”

“Definitely does not stay in Vegas, baby. If you think this is a one-time thing, or this is only how I act when I’m away from home, I guess you can consider me a bad influence.”

“Oh, fuck, Myles. Whatever you’re doing to me, just keep doing it.” She inched closer, whispering into my ear. Her body hugged mine, making it impossible to see what I was doing between her legs right now. Pink stained her cheeks, and her pussy gripped my fingers tighter.

I could feel how close she was.

“I can feel the death grip you have on my fingers, Princess. Let go. Come for me.” The tighter she squeezed, the more our surroundings felt light years away. It was just her and me in this pool. Everyone around us was in their own drunken daze, but I was drunk on her .

Her forehead came back to mine, looking me in the eyes, just as I asked her to.

“I’m about to come, Myles. I’m right there,” she moaned under her breath.

“Fuck, Soph. You’re so sexy. Keep your eyes on me, baby,” I demanded, watching her eyes become heavy in the frenzy of her orgasm.

“I…can’t.” Her mouth crashed against mine, taking my tattooed lip between her teeth as she muffled her moans into my mouth.

The sting of her bite was erotic. I could taste the metallic flavor of my blood, but fuck, did it turn me on that she used me to silence the scream that dared to escape from her.

I gripped her hip as she moved over my fingers, riding out the last of her orgasm.

Every moment spent with Sophie took me even more by surprise than the last. I wasn’t a stranger to public displays of affection.

I’d done some dirty things without a care in the world.

But with Sophie, I felt it throughout my whole body.

It wasn’t just a means to an end or a moment of gratification.

There were feelings involved.

For months, she had been the blood pumping through my veins, and I needed every drop.