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“Fuck. Yeah. Right there,” I said and closed my mouth over her. She jerked above me and slapped at something wooden to hold onto.

“Ride my face,” I told her.

“Oh God,” she whimpered even as she did what I asked, rolling her hips gently at first with her thighs quivering on either side of my jaws.

I murmured my encouragement and patted her hip, rolling my tongue across a pair of plump, swollen lips before batting at them playfully.

Her hips heaved, and she started to ride me with more enthusiasm.

I moaned and dug in deeper, learning her shape with my mouth and inhaling strongly as I did. Curling my hand around one of her thighs, I lifted her a few inches and thrust my tongue inside her.

She cried out, sobbing and heaving, babbling my name and some gibberish about God.

I grinned against her pussy and proceeded to Happy Kitty the fuck out of her, thinking she deserved it after the blowjob she’d just given me.

The way she reacted made me wonder if anyone had ever gone down on her before, though. She seemed genuinely surprised by everything I did.

“What’re you—oh my God—how did you—oh! Oh my God. Keene !” She squirmed and twisted, trying to evade me one moment before grinding against me greedily the next.

I returned my tongue to her clit, then pushed a finger inside her. She cried out as I curled it, bringing the fun to a crescendo.

And just like that, she came on a sob, her thighs squeezing the breath right out of me. Not that I minded. Asphyxiating to death between the legs of a well-pleased woman was a damn fine way to go.

She must’ve shoved one of her hands against her mouth because the muffled shout she let out reverberated through the open walls of the gazebo.

Then, her legs loosened around my face, and I could breathe again while the girl on top of me went limp and boneless before falling off to the side to sit next to me.

“Oh my God,” she finally said.

Remaining sprawled on the floor, I grinned up at the ceiling of the gazebo, feeling pretty proud of myself. “Yeah?” I asked.

“Oh yeah,” she confirmed.

“Sweet.” Rolling into a sitting position, I scooted toward her, wanting to be close. “So are you ready to come inside with me now ?”

I patted around to find her arm or leg or anything because, seriously, where the hell had she gone?

“Inside?” she asked as if she had no idea what the word meant.

Aha. There she was.

“Yes.” Catching her arm, I curled my fingers around her wrist as I leaned in to kiss her shoulder. “Inside. Warm bed. Soft sheets. My hard cock. Your wet pussy. Lots and lots of awesome sex to follow.”

“But you—I told you I can’t.” Pulling away, she started to crawl around the gazebo’s floor. “Where’s my underwear?”

I patted my pocket to make sure they hadn’t fallen out. When my fingers encountered the lump her panties made, I was reassured enough to cajole, “Say you’ll come back to my room with me, and I’ll help you look for them.”

“No. I have to go.” She moved even further away as she searched.

“But why ?” I asked, crawling after her.

Finally catching her again, I tugged her back against my chest. “You going to turn into a pumpkin at midnight or something?”

She scoffed, even as she melted against me, reaching up to sink her fingers into my hair and clutching my head as I kissed my way along the side of her throat. “I never got that saying. The carriage turned into a pumpkin, not the girl. Do I seem like a freaking vehicle to you?”

With a quick grin, I nipped at her shoulder with my teeth and quipped, “I mean, you did just give me one hell of a ride.”

Snorting over my lame joke, she jerked her elbow back to catch me lightly in the ribs. “You’re awful.”

“Yeah,” I agreed with a grin. “But you like it.”

With a depressed sigh, she answered, “Yes. Sadly.”

“So then…” Sliding my hands down to cup her between the legs through the fabric of her skirt and making her shudder against me, I coaxed, “You should really follow me back to my bed. I’ve got so much more inappropriate shit to say.”

She started to pant, even as she swished her head back and forth with a no. “Can’t. There’s a fake snake in your bed.”

“What?” I laughed, not understanding.

Done playing, I shoved the skirt out of my way and pushed a finger inside her.

“Oh God,” she groaned. “Keene.” Tightening her grip on my hair, she slid seductively against me, demanding more.

“Makayla,” I countered, smoothing my other hand up to pinch one of her nipples between my fingers as I pumped into her slowly. “This isn’t over. Not by a long shot. We both know it. So let’s finish it inside. Where there’s light.”

She drew in a quivering breath. “I really, really can’t.”

“You keep saying that,” I taunted as I added a second finger.

And God, she was tight. So fucking tight.

“But your body is screaming a different story.” I stroked my thumb over her clit, making her gasp and jump.

“Come inside with me, or I’m fucking you from behind on this cold, hard, uncomfortable wood floor.

And you’ll probably get a splinter in your knees.

Maybe in your hands too. Now tell me, do you really want to be fucked in this extremely uncomfortable position on this extremely uncomfortable gazebo floor? ”

She exhaled and sighed, “Yes.”

Her blunt answer made me groan. “God, you slay me.”

In reply, she shifted her hips, riding my fingers. “You mean, I make you combust,” she argued huskily. “Right up in flames… Poof.”

“That too,” I panted, pulling free so I could spin her around to face me.

Hiking her onto my lap to straddle my thighs, I slanted my mouth over hers, tongue thrusting just as a voice called, “Keene?”

Makayla and I both froze.

“Keene? Where the hell are you?”

“Shit,” I breathed, patting down Makayla’s skirt over her hips while she scurried off me and similarly smoothed down my shirt with her hands.

As we pushed our way to our feet, I called back to the voice. “I’m right here. Who’s there?”

“It’s Makayla,” the irritated voice answered, drawing closer. “Who do you think?”

I zipped my face toward the newcomer, barely able to see a form approaching through the dark. “Say what ?”

“I’ve been looking for you everywhere ,” she muttered, clearly annoyed. “Why didn’t you come find me? It’s been way over five minutes.”

“Five…” Skin prickling with goosebumps, I slowly turned back to the female standing right in front of me.

I’m not who you think I am .

“Holy shit,” I gasped in utter shock when she eased a guilty step back, already slinking away. “You’re not Makayla.”