Page 114 of The Wildest One

I nodded.

“What is it, Jolie?”

Was I putting off the inevitable and wasting moments that I could be spending with him?

Yes.

Would I have to deal with the consequences, some that could be catastrophic?

Yes.

Would I regret this decision?

No.

“I want you.”

TWENTY-NINE

Beck

“Iwant you.”

Three words I’d been dying to fucking hear.

I didn’t waste a second before I pulled Jolie into my arms, my mouth immediately devouring hers. God, she tasted so good. There was a hint of whiskey on her tongue from what she’d been drinking at the pool, and the scent of the sun was on her skin, and there was a desperate, rabid, starving feeling coming from her body.

It was as though I’d spent hours bringing her to the edge and never letting her come. I could feel how much she was craving this, the longing in her fingers as she gripped me, the moaning in her breaths.

I pulled my mouth away just long enough to growl, “Open your door, Jolie.”

She handed me the key card, and the moment the lock freed, I lifted her into my arms and carried her inside, tossing her on the bed. While I stood at the end of the mattress, I spread her legs around me, holding her knees as I gazed across that perfect body.

She was in a red bikini with a men’s white button-down shirt that I assumed was to cover her up, but it was hiding almost nothing. Most of her body was on display. And the parts that weren’t—the triangles that wrapped over her pussy, ass, and tits—were thin and narrow, hinting at the spots beneath.

“When you put on this bikini and came down to the pool, did you think to yourself,I want Beck to see me in this?” I traced around each tit. “I want Beck to look at me and fantasize about all the places he wants to slide his dick in?” My fingers crawled down her stomach. “Don’t lie to me, Jolie.”

She ran her hands through her red locks, spreading the curls over the comforter. “Yes.”

I fucking knew it.

The two times she’d pranced around that goddamn pool deck, I could tell by the way she was shaking her ass that she wanted someone to look at her.

And that someone could only be me.

“You know, by wearing this, you let my entire team and the Whales staff and every man at the pool see you.”

“What was I supposed to wear? A one-piece? I don’t own one of those, Beck?—”

“That’s not the question I asked.”

She smiled. “Yes. I let them see me.”

I moved my hands to her thighs. “But this is mine, Jolie.” I focused on the bottom of her bikini, knowing under that fabric was a wet, hot, beautiful pussy. I pulled at the strings on each side, the material falling open, making my dick throb and my exhale come out in shudders. “Do you know what it was like for me while I was in that pool, knowing any of those motherfuckers could be looking at you? And they were, trust me. I heard the comments.” And I’d wanted to rip every one of their faces off.

“But they were just looking.”

I let my shirt drop to the carpet. I did the same with my shorts, and I fisted my cock while I looked at her cunt, pumping my hard-on. “They were doing more than just looking, Jolie. They were dreaming about putting their dick right here.” I swiped my finger through her wetness and stopped at the base of her pussy, sticking it all the way in and arching upward, earning the loudest moan. “Do you know I want to knock out every single one of those bastards for having those thoughts?”