Page 31 of Pretty Desperate (Pine Village #6)

JILLIAN

I have no idea what has come over me.

Sex outside?

On a hot tub?

Me??

But that’s exactly what I’m about to do, and besides the initial worry or fear that someone might see or overhear, I’m all in, without a care in the world.

Hell, it was my idea!

I reach for his trunks and start pulling them down. They don’t seem to have any netting inside, just a pair of basic swim shorts, so they slide down his legs easily. His cock springs free, and all I want to do is get my mouth on it.

I drop to my knees, grab his cock around the base, and slide my tongue across the head.

A strangled groan erupts from his mouth as I slowly draw it into my mouth.

His hands move to my head. He’s holding, but not tightly.

He doesn’t force me to move but seems to be using me as an anchor, needing the contact to keep him grounded.

I take him in as far as I can without choking. I’ve never been a big fan of blow jobs, but I’ve also never felt this powerful before. Like I hold the key to the kingdom in the palm of my hand.

Or at least the key to his ability to come in the next few minutes…

But that’s not what we’re here for. At least not right now. I release his cock, even though I’d much rather keep going, and stand up. Grabbing a condom from the chair, I rip open the package and point to the tub. “Sit.”

He practically bolts over to the hot tub, stumbling on the step outside as he tries to climb in.

With a smile, I move to the hot tub and follow.

His legs are spread, his cock jetting straight up from his groin, and as tempting as it is to take it in my mouth once more, I opt to get to the good part.

Carefully, I roll the protection into place and stand up on the seat.

He reaches for my bikini bottoms and helps me shimmy them down my legs.

They land somewhere in the water behind me, but I have no time to think about it.

His mouth settles on mine as he draws me in, deepening the kiss with his magical tongue.

I feel him release the clasp on the back of my top moments before the cool air kisses my skin and pebbles my nipples.

When I open my eyes, his are full of that familiar intensity I crave. “I have an idea, but I don’t know if it’ll work,” I tell him, shifting from side to side.

“Oh, believe me, gorgeous. It’ll work,” he replies with a wicked smirk on his handsome face.

I spin around and he places his hands on my hips.

Gingerly moving myself over him, he reaches down and grabs his cock, holding it in place while I lower myself onto it.

I bite back my groan, but it’s difficult.

As I take every glorious inch of him, I feel fuller than ever before, tighter than I ever imagined.

He returns both hands to my hips and guides me as I move.

My back arches as I place my hands on his thighs for leverage.

Kameron reaches around and grabs my breasts, pinching and rolling the nipples between his fingers.

I bite back another moan, but as I start to bounce against him a little faster, it’s getting hard to keep quiet.

I want to unleash it.

He seems to know when I need help too. My thighs are burning, and it’s getting hard to move the way I want to.

Kameron shifts forward, holding me tightly against his chest. The new position gives my feet more real estate on the seat so I’m not on my tiptoes.

It also gives him a better position to thrust.

And thrust he does.

Up—hard and fast.

He fills me completely, setting a reckless pace.

He hits me so deep, stroking my G-spot and making me see stars.

I come quickly; he’s in total control of my release.

I bite my lip, trying to keep my cries of pleasure silent, but the moment he thrusts up and stills, coming himself, I just can’t be silent anymore.

His name slips from my mouth and echoes off the still night surrounding us.

He shivers and starts to pump again, drawing every last ounce of release he can from both of us. When he stops moving, my legs give out as he slides back a bit and gets comfortable. With his arms wrapped around me, he presses his lips to my bare shoulder and breathes heavily.

“That was…wow,” he murmurs against my skin.

“Worth crossing off the list?” I ask, a soft smile on my lips.

“Oh, sweetheart. So worth it. Even worth having the neighbors hear you come on my cock,” he teases with a brush of his lips against my neck, sending shivers through my entire body.

“I tried to be quiet,” I insist, slightly embarrassed by crying out his name.

“Don’t apologize. I will wear the sweet noises you made like a badge of honor.”

My giggle turns into a yawn, and thanks to the epic orgasm I just had, and the fact it’s more than two hours past my normal bedtime, I suddenly feel incredibly exhausted.

“Come on, Jilly. Let’s get you to bed,” he whispers, hugging me tightly before carefully helping me stand.

I’m so tired, I don’t even care I’m standing naked or climbing from his hot tub as bare as the day I was born.

Carefully, I step on the concrete patio, and as soon as my feet are planted, I feel a towel being wrapped around me.

I don’t know how he got out of the hot tub so fast, but he did, taking care of covering me first. Then, he reaches down and slides the used condom off him and reaches for another towel.

My eyes are glued to him as he wraps it around his hips and tucks one end behind the material. I can still see the bulge between his legs, which sends this new wave of desire sweeping through my veins.

I have no idea what’s come over me.

Yes, you do.

Good sex with Kameron.

“Go inside. I’ll take care of buttoning up out here,” he says.

I take him up on his offer, needing to use the bathroom and get ready for bed.

Slipping inside the house, I go straight to his bathroom and shut the door.

The reflection staring back at me in the mirror is almost unrecognizable.

Not because of a big change in appearance, but simply because the woman in the mirror looks… content and very satisfied.

And frankly, I’m not used to seeing her so confident.

Fearless.

Happy.

I use the bathroom and wash my hands, hanging the wet towel on one of the bars on the wall.

I probably should grab something to sleep in, but honestly, I didn’t bring anything.

I debated for what felt like several minutes back at my house while I packed a bag, but ultimately, decided to just wing it.

I figured Kameron would have plenty of T-shirts I could borrow for the night if I needed one, but deep down, I’ve been hoping it wouldn’t be necessary.

The thought of sleeping beside Kameron—naked—is too tempting.

Even when I tell myself repeatedly it’s not real.

Well, the sex is real, but the relationship isn’t.

Yet, despite that, I still want to stay. To sleep naked in his bed. To wake beside him in the morning.

Is it a bad idea? Most definitely. Why? Because he’s an addiction I can’t seem to overcome, even when I know this has bad idea written all over it.

I move to the door and gently pull it open, flipping off the light as I step out. Kameron is there, still naked, and watching me intently. I feel his gaze roam over my body from head to toe like a soft caress, and my brain just sort of shuts down. In fact, I blurt out, “I didn’t bring pajamas.”

I’m such a dork.

Embarrassment burns my cheeks as he gives me a little grin and takes a few steps toward me. “Well, I personally prefer you this way, but if you’d feel more comfortable, you can borrow a shirt and pair of shorts or something from me,” he says, waiting for my reply.

I shake my head. “No, I’m okay like this.”

“Good. I’m gonna use the bathroom, and then I’ll join you. Go ahead and get comfortable.”

He steps inside the bathroom, leaving me standing in the middle of his bedroom, staring at his bed. I walk around to the right side, since his phone charger, TV remote, and a book are sitting on the nightstand on the left.

I grab my phone and set the alarm, placing it on the nightstand.

It’ll be an early morning for sure, but I don’t regret it.

Not for a second. Pulling back the blankets, his scent wafting from the bedding as I slip inside.

It’s warm, comfortable, and smells just like him.

I can’t help but snuggle a little deeper into the pillow and inhale.

Call me crazy, but this may be my new favorite scent.

Eau de Sexy Man.

I’d buy a thousand bottles of it.

The door opens and the light is flipped off, bathing the room in darkness.

The blinds are closed across the French doors, so moonlight doesn’t filter into the room.

As my eyes finish adjusting to the darkness, I feel the bed dip and the blankets pull back.

Kameron climbs beneath the covers and reaches for me. I move into his arms willingly.

We lie together, skin on skin, for several minutes before either of us speaks. “I like this, Jilly,” he whispers.

My throat is thick with a rush of emotion as I reply, “Me too.”

He shifts to his side and adjusts his arms. His index finger glides down the side of my face, and now that I’ve had time to adjust to the lighting, I can see him clearly. “I’m glad you’re here. Thank you for staying.”

A grin slides easily across my lips. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

“Night, Jilly,” he murmurs, resting his chin against my forehead.

My breathing evens out quickly as I’m drawn toward sleep. My body relaxes, and I’m not worried about where I am or who I’m with. I don’t care I’m getting less sleep than normal, or I’ll be a zombie in the morning at work.

Because this?

This is the best feeling in the world, and falling asleep in Kameron’s strong arms is exactly where I want to be.

Even if it’s just for a short period of time.

This feels right.