Page 34 of The Pucking Grump

He’s not looking at my face. He’s staring at my body, a look in his eyes that incites a mix of apprehension and fear. He doesn’t just look aroused. He looks annoyed. Like he’s given me one too many warnings, and he’s about to punish me for my insubordination.

His gaze returns to my face. I stare back at him, my heart beating fast in my chest.

It’s fairly evident what’s about to happen.

12

RECKLESS ABANDON

All the pledges I made to myself less than twelve hours ago are flying out of my brain at rapid speed. I can’t even bring myself to remember why I’m fighting this so damn much.

It’s inevitable.

Seeing her this way, the yellow swimsuit glued to her taut skin, highlighting her breasts and showing off toned, flat abs, would break any man. Even me. Her nipples are clearly visible through the wet fabric, two black dots urging me to touch them.

Just yesterday, I came across her like this and ended up hurting her because I was that desperate to make sure I stayed away. Today, I could do something different. I could tell her that I was looking for her and then walk back into the cabin. If I choose that option, I’d have to spend the next few minutes in the bathroom. My dick needs a release after days of this sweet torture.

I could take that route.

But after yesterday, and with the knowledge that she could slip out of my arms and back to the public anytime, I’m done being the honorable guy.

Faye’s green eyes sparkle with worry, like she’s unsure of what I’m about to do and has no idea if she’s in for a repeat of what happened last night.

Reassuring words are at the tip of my tongue before I bite down, urging myself to keep the suspense. I like the fact that she has no idea what I’m about to do, doesn’t know whether to stay or get back in the water. Still, I know enough of Faye at this point that I am sure she’s going to stick around for what’s next.

America’s good girl or not, she cherishes a challenge.

With one hand, I pull off my T-shirt. I revel in Faye’s astonishment as she scours my bare chest for the first time. I cast my mind back to the pictures I’ve seen of Weak Chin. He’s a frail, skinny fellow, without even half the bulk I’d built from a career in hockey and years of going to the gym. She’s awed, deservedly so, but I still spare a bit of jealousy for the bastard that had the right to touch her before I even knew she existed.

What a fool.

Hold your horses, Blake, I tell myself now. This is purely practical. In this moment and for the next few hours, I can own her. All of her. I can’t get greedy wanting her forever. It’s downright silly.

Not to mention, the only part of this girl I genuinely want is her banging body. Every part of her personality still repulses me.

But then, an image of her curving backward and fingering herself after I refused to make her come flashes through my mind, and I jam my teeth so hard into my lower lip I taste blood.

No girl has ever done that with me. Ever. I’d never seen anything more arousing in my entire life. In that time, she metamorphosed from who I’d thought was the most boring singer in the universe to the daring seductress who threatened to make me come from watching,

Okay. I want her body and that unique fiery streak she has that drives me crazy.

But that’s it.

I shove my pants down to the grassy ground.

Faye inhales sharply.

I could drag this out, maybe even question her and listen to her try to deny how much she wants this. But the silence is good too.

While making sure her eyes are still glued to me, I pull my briefs off so I’m completely naked in front of her. My dick is already stretched to its full length, precum glistening in the sunlight.

A low gasp escapes her lips as she stares at it. She swallows twice before I realize that she’s literally salivating for me. She wants this as much as I do.

Imagining how wet she must be under her bikini sends even more blood rushing south, making me lightheaded. I step forward, one foot after another, liking how her green eyes turn darker with each second that passes. Finally, when I’m right in front of the lake, inches from where she’s leaning against the bank, I look down at her.

“You should have?—”

I never quite manage to get the rest of my sentence out. Faye launches herself half out of the lake, kneeling in front of me. Then, without another warning, she takes me into her mouth.

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