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Shrugging his shoulders, he moves his attention to the side of my neck. Nipping my marked skin, he groans as his cock presses against me.
“I don’t give a damn. Let ‘em watch, I want everyone to see how beautiful you are when I make you break.”
His words cause me to moan, my mind clouds with desire. His hands become more demanding, roughly pulling me down onto him, sliding me over his length. He would be inside me if it weren’t for the small bit of fabric separating us, it’s a thought that makes me tremble against him.
Losing myself in his passion, I fully play along with this little fantasy. I forget all about the redheaded woman and focus all my attention on Sutton and the pleasure he’s stirring within me.
That is, until I hear a deliberate and forceful cough.
Looking towards the sound, my mind snaps me out ofmy lust. No longer relaxing on her lounger, the woman is now sitting at full attention. She stares at us, a scathing expression falling over her Botoxed face. Even with her well-done plastic surgery, she’s clearly too old to be a mother of one of the children in the kiddie pool. I’m a little relieved that I won’t have to deal with a mother’s wrath. Still, she doesn’t look happy about our little escapade. Her very apparent vexation is the equivalent of having a bucket of ice water dumped on my head.
“Sutton, stop. We have to stop!”
Pulling away from my neck, he moves to look at me. His dark eyebrow arches above his sunglasses, the smallest chuckle leaving his lips.
“What’s going on Dolly? If you’re worried about this being in the news or on social media, don’t worry…I’ll have my scrubber take care of it. We can have our fun.”
Shaking my head, I lean in to speak into his ear. Our little gawker reaches for something near her legs. It takes me a moment to realize it’s not a furry towel as I thought it was, but a littledog.Who in the world brings a dog to apool?
“Sutton. There’s a woman that’s been watching us and she lookspissed.Like, super-duperpissed.”
“Ok? Don’t worry about her, I’ll take care of it,” he replies nonchalantly.
Trailing his hands down to my thighs, his nimble fingers encourage my legs to spread just a little more. I whimper as mybody caves yet again, wanting to feel him inside me. I fully believe that his “scrubber” can take care of any backlash we may receive.
You won’t be able to quiet this woman,my mind whispers.
The phantom warning has me looking the gawker’s way again. I notice her shake her head in disapproval as she tucks her little Pomeranian into the crook of arm. She’s absolutely livid, I can tell by her jerky movements as she stands from her lounger. If she didn’t have a spray tan I would swear that her face was the same scarlet color as her hair.
“Oh, God…she’s getting up. She’s getting up, Sutton! I think she’s coming over here. Oh,fuck,she is!”
Pushing out an exaggerated sigh, he pats my thighs under the water. Finally turning his head towards the woman, I hear him hiss an angry curse under his breath. His handsome face hardens into something frigid and callous; it’s a look that I don’t care for.
“What? What’s wrong?” I ask, my gaze lifting to the petite redhead as she stalks closer.
Sutton’s lips twist, his body tenses underneath mine. He’s holding back something dark; it turns the marrow in my bones to ice. A million different questions run through my mind as I ease myself from his lap. Who the hell is this woman? Why is she so angry with us? And why is he having such a visceral reaction to her intrusion?
His answer cuts me like a dull, rusty knife.
“It’s my mother.”
CHAPTER Fourteen
Sutton
She is unfucking believable.
Gritting my teeth, I swallow a bitter expletive as my Mama stomps her way towards us. Dolly attempts to slide from my lap, but I hold her firm. I can feel her anxiety brushing against my aura, further adding to my annoyance. How dare my Mama be so brazen? She knows better than to show up at my condo unannounced. We have protocols in place.
“Sutton,please,”Dolly begs.
Moving her hands under the warm water, she tries to ease my grip on her hips. I click my tongue in disapproval loud enough for her to hear. She halts her movement almost immediately, pouting her pink lips as I shake my head. Her body softens with my direction like the natural submissive she is.
“That’s my good girl,” I praise.
Lifting my lips into a reassuring grin, I release her bruised hips but keep my fingertips on her skin. Tracing phantom shapes to comfort her, I lean in to kiss her flushed cheek.
“Don’t worry, she loves you already.I promise.”