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“No. But you should be.” He climbed into an adjacent golf cart and started the engine.

I turned on mine too. There was no roar of an engine. If anything it was more of a sputter. I looked over at James’ golf cart and realized it was a much newer looking model. I was just about to protest when James yelled, “Eat my dust!” He pressed down hard on the gas and sped off.

“Hey! Cheater!” I pressed down on the gas too and lurched forward. I made a sharp turn to follow him on the cement path. What the hell did he mean that these things didn’t go fast? The wind was whipping through my hair as I swerved again to chase him down. James was used to his fancy cars with zero-to-whatever horsepower in two seconds or something. This was plenty fast for me.

The golf course was hilly and every time I took a turn, I felt like the golf cart was going to flip over. But James was in front of me and his never flipped. So I had to be safe…right? Damn, how was he still ahead of me? I was freaking flying.

I pressed down harder on the gas and finally managed to pull up next to him. James had to shift right so I wouldn’t slam into the side of his golf cart.

“Are you trying to push me off the course?” he yelled through the whipping wind.

I actually wasn’t. I just wasn’t great at driving this thing. But that’s what he got for not letting me drive for the past couple of years. I almost sideswiped him again and he veered off into the grass to escape my onslaught.

“Where are you going?!” I turned off onto the green too and tried to catch up to him again.

“Shortcut!” he yelled back to me with a laugh.

What shortcut? We hadn’t even decided on where we were racing. Wait, where were we going? Had Rob said which spot they’d chosen? Damn it, James had tricked me. He probably knew where Rob and Daphne were.

I sped up again, but there wasn’t really any point. I had no idea where the end of our race was.

“Where are we going?!” I yelled at him.

He didn’t respond. But he did turn around and wink at me.

That dirty scoundrel.

His golf cart came to a stop and I almost drove right into the side of it. I swerved left to avoid totaling both the golf carts.

“You cheated,” I said and stepped out. “You didn’t count down from three to start, then you veered off the course like a crazy person, and you didn’t tell me where the stopping point was.”

“Sore loser.”

“You can’t be a sore loser if your opponent is a cheat.”

He stepped forward, his breath hot in my ear. “We’ll see if you keep backtalking me tonight when you’re tied down on the altar, completely at my mercy.” His warm breath tickled my skin. Or maybe I had goosebumps because of what he said.

He was going to tie me up on the altar? I really needed answers from Bee. I looked to my right and saw all our friends staring at us. They looked surprised by our spur of the moment drag race. But probably not as surprised as I looked. Because they were standing right by a very familiar looking willow tree. Our freaking sex tree!

Seduction - Chapter 13

Sunday

“They’re by the willow tree,” I whispered to James.

“Yeah. We probably should have been out here to steer them away from that spot.”

You think?“We had sex there,” I hissed. “They can’t get married right there. It’s practically a sex altar.”

“Hardly. I’m not sure we’re going to have much of a say in this, though. Daphne looks so happy.”

He was not being helpful. I hurried over to them. My eyes glanced over to the little waterfall. I remembered stripping right there for James. Right before he took me under that willow tree and pressed my naked back against the bark and fucked me. I’m pretty sure I had yelled ‘Professor Hunter’ loudly enough for people to hear us on the terrace. This golf course was huge. What the hell were they doing right here? Why? Seriously…why?!

I cleared my throat. “Hey guys. Just starting the tour? That’s fun. Thanks for waiting for us. Let’s go this way. I think you’ll like what’s going on by hole 6.” I tried to get them to start walking. And it wasn’t a complete lie. There was a cute little bridge by hole 6. They could get married on that. Far, far away from our sex tree.

“No, we chose the spot,” Daphne said. “Isn’t it beautiful? The willow tree is going to look amazing in the pictures. We justknew it as soon as we saw this spot. And isn’t that waterfall so cute?”

“No. It’s…loud.” Yup, that made sense. “The water is definitely too loud for the ceremony. The guests won’t be able to hear your vows. That would be a travesty. Right, Rob? Because I bet you’re planning some hilarious vows.”