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“Fuck that. He deserves it for not inviting us.” We shared another laugh that went a long way toward easing my tension. That was the thing about being with old friends, shooting the shit, talking about old times the way we had been all day. I could laugh despite the indecision playing tug-of-war in my head.

“Hey, you.” The presence of a woman’s sultry voice drew my attention, and I watched as Pepper bent down and wound her arms around Connor’s neck. “There’s something we need to discuss.”

“Can we discuss it later?” he asked, but she only took him by the hand and began to tug until he finally relented and stood, brushing sand off his khakis.

“Don’t worry, boys,” Pepper purred, leading her man away with a swing in her hips. “I’ll have him back to you in one piece before you know it.” Meanwhile, the rest of the women whistled and laughed on the terrace.

It appeared we would have to wait to find out the story behind Connor’s wild trip. One thing was for sure—things seemed perfectly fine between him and Pepper, and it was enough to give me hope that all of this was easily explained.

4

CONNOR

It was pointless to ask her what the big hurry was. I knew. That was why I didn’t bother arguing. Besides, it was much more fun to stare at Pepper’s swaying ass—round, ripe, like a juicy fruit begging for me to sink my teeth in.

Our time together hadn’t cooled off my hunger for her. If anything, I wanted her more on that beach than I ever had. There was something especially tempting about her sexy, seductive attitude tonight.

“Where are we going?” I finally had to ask when I stumbled over a piece of wood that must have washed up on the beach. We were getting farther from the bonfire, and the darkness made it tough to see where I was going. It didn’t help that I’d had a couple of drinks with the guys, and my head was foggy. Not foggy enough to lessen the raging erection now tenting my khakis, of course. It would take a hell of a lot more than a little scotch to do that.

“I’ve been dying to drag you away all night,” she told me over her shoulder, her voice full of wicked promise. We were now approaching the rear of the property, and up ahead, I could barely make out the stairs leading from the mansion down to the boathouse. Everything had been strung up with lanterns for the reception, but they were dark now, swinging in the breeze.

“Watch your step,” she warned as we entered the small structure. At the moment, everything was dark and quiet except for the gentle bobbing of a boat on the water coming in from the bay. Perfect for a little fun, in other words.

Once we were inside with the door closed, she was on me, or maybe I was on her. It didn’t matter which of us attacked first, only that we were soon lost in a haze of hands and mouths, fumbling in the dark. I traced the familiar curves of her body—lush, firm, full—while she moaned into my mouth.

Then, because of the confidence she had gained and the fact she could never give up control for long, she grabbed my bottom lip and sucked before nipping it until I hissed. If anything, it made me want her more and heightened the heat between us. I dug my fingers into her ass and hauled her in to grind my cock against her. “Is this what you want?” I whispered against her throat before running my tongue over her skin. After spending hours sitting outside, she tasted like salty air, something that shouldn’t have been sexy but worked with her warm skin and the wine still on her breath. “So hungry for my cock, you can’t wait? You have to drag me away for a quick fuck?”

She answered with a throaty moan before cupping my bulge and giving it a gentle, tantalizing squeeze. “It’s been too long since I had my hands on this.”

I let out a laugh, but it was cut short when I slid my hand into the top of her dress, grabbing her breast. “We were late because we couldn’t get out of bed earlier,” I reminded her before pulling the front of the dress down so I could bury my face between her round, firm globes and lap at every inch of her skin.

“Suck on them.” She almost forced me to lift my head and take a nipple between my lips, then loudly moaned when I flicked it with the tip of my tongue. “Oh fuck, just like that.”

I backed her against the wall and gave her what she wanted, going back and forth, licking and sucking until the fingers she wound through my hair twisted, then pulled my head up so she could cover my mouth with hers. Caging her in with my arms, I kissed her hard, grinding my aching cock against her and stroking her tongue with mine. Her deep moans filled my ears, along with the pounding of my heart.

It wasn’t enough. She had started this, but I was the one in control, the one sliding the dress up over her thighs and sinking to my knees. The familiar scent of her arousal was much stronger than scotch or any drug. It went straight to my head. Nothing but the taste of her sweet pussy would do now. I needed it more than oxygen.

“Mm… that’s right.” Her breathless whispers drove me on, making me work to get to the center of the heat radiating from her. “Lick my pussy. I need your tongue…”

Fuck me. I would never get tired of hearing her like that, demanding what she wanted as she spread her thighs, leaning her back against the wall so I could feast on her.

I shouldn’t have been surprised when I found nothing but smooth, shaved skin, already glistening with her juices by the time I ran my tongue along her seam. “Bad girl,” I growled out, inhaling her fragrant aroma. “Running around with no panties?”

“Less talking,” she muttered, taking me by the back of the head with one hand, pressing my face closer, and grinding her hips until there was nothing for me to do but use my tongue to part her lips, delving through her swollen folds. I could’ve died there, between her thighs, and been happy about it. I wanted nothing more than this.

She moved her hips, riding my face, building up to what was going to be a shattering orgasm by the sound of her rasping breaths. “Oh… yes… yes, yes, more… I’m gonna come,” she whimpered out through her pants for breath. I focused on her clit, lapping it wildly, and that was all it took for her back to arch and a long, throaty moan to fill the air.

My head was spinning by the time I stood, only for Pepper to take me by the shoulders and steer me to a bench a few feet away. I unzipped my pants and withdrew my aching dick, rock-hard and dripping with need for the woman who straddled me once I was seated.

No matter how almost painfully erect I was or how close I was to sinking deep into her, I had to take a second to soak in the moment—the woman in my lap the most perfect woman to walk the planet. She knew how to drive me crazy. She filled all the cracks in my life and fit with me like a puzzle piece.

She lifted herself off my thighs and wrapped her slim fingers around my shaft. Her touch made me suck in a sharp breath that turned to a satisfied groan once my swollen head broached her quivering entrance and stretched her tight muscles. “Fuuuck…” I grunted, letting my head fall back as she sank lower, swallowing me an inch at a time.

Taking my jaw in her hand, Pepper whispered, “God, I love you,” before capturing my mouth with hers. Then she began to move, rising and falling in one slow, sensual stroke after another. I took hold of her ass, squeezing it, moving her up and down. There was nothing like it. I was a king when I was inside her.

When she broke the kiss to suck in a ragged breath, my lips trailed down her throat and across her chest. “Yes!” She whimpered, moving faster when I sucked her nipple into my mouth while massaging her other tit. “Connor!”

I loved it when she said my name like that. Helpless, almost pleading, begging me for more. Her movements became shorter and faster until we were rutting like two animals while her tits bounced between us. I watched her lose herself, throwing her head back in abandon, her black curls a tangled mess before a high-pitched cry stirred in her throat in time with the clenching of her pussy.

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