Page 87 of Changing Tides

I lean back so he can tug the cover-up over my hips, and he dips and kisses a trail from the bottom of my bikini top to my belly button.

I arch my back as he feeds a hand inside my bottoms.

His eyes stay on mine as he glides a finger through my folds.

“Sebastian,” I moan his name as he slides a finger inside of me.

“I love how ready you are for me,” he growls.

I writhe against his hand, but it’s not enough.

Freeing him from his zipper, I climb on top of his lap and balance my hand on the oak tree above his head.

He takes control, finding my entrance and guiding his cock inside.

“Yes,” he groans as I start to move my hips up and down, taking him deep.

Sebastian reaches around my neck, unties the bikini top, and peels it from my breasts as I ride him. He wraps his mouth around a nipple and sucks it between his teeth.

“Oh God,” I gasp as he bites down.

I start moving faster as his thumb finds my clit and starts circling it.

“Yes! Oh, you feel so good inside me,” I pant as he sucks and tugs.

All the sensations are too much and not enough.

He begins thrusting up to meet my hips, and I clutch his shoulders, digging my nails in and holding on.

That’s when he loses control.

He grabs my hips and starts pounding violently into me as my cries grow louder and more desperate. My sex throbs as he pumps harder and harder.

“I’m gonna come, Avie,” he grits out, and just the words cause me to tighten around him, and his name explodes from my lips.

He takes my mouth with his and absorbs my cries before he pushes me back, pulls out, and spills his release against my stomach and thighs, and then I collapse on his chest.

Totally worth chancing the alligators.

Sebastian

The week of the Fourth is always our busiest week of the year. While everyone else is enjoying backyard barbeques, parades, and family time, our team goes hard.

Avie and Amiya bring Leia to the wharf for the Independence Day festivities, but I only catch a glimpse of them as I return to the dock to load and unload charters.

Sometimes, being in business for yourself is a bitch.

This is one of those times.

Avie’s long locks are in a ponytail, and she’s wearing a distressed tank top with an American flag across the chest and tiny, faded jean shorts that barely cover the tips of those gorgeous legs. I watch as her teeth sink into a candy apple, and then she chases after Leia, who’s sporting a star-spangled jumper, and Amiya as they wave lit sparklers in the air.

I want nothing more than to join them.

When did this happen?

When did I become the man who’d prefer to spendthe day scarfing down hot dogs and helping a little girl catch the candy being tossed from the parade floats instead of being on the openwater, reeling in fish, before going to the bar to hammer beers all night?

I shake the question from my mind as a party of four older men board the dock, ready to wrestle the ocean for a prize catch.

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