Page 81 of Forbidden King (Magnolia Falls)

I pumped harder. Even with the fabric of my briefs and her bikini bottoms between us, I could feel everything.

Every. Fucking. Thing.

Now her head was back up, and she had her hands on my shoulders, eyes wild and sated as she continued to grind against me. Up and down my shaft. Faster. Our breaths filled the air around us. Desperate and needy.

“I want you to come for me,” she whispered, and that was all it fucking took.

“Fuck,” I hissed as I came so hard, white lights exploded behind my eyelids.

And she kept moving before she fell forward, her head resting on my shoulder.

My arms were wrapped around her, and I held her there as we waited for our breathing to calm.

Her fingers traced over the tattoo on my shoulder. “Tell me why you have a dandelion on your Ride or Die tattoo. And tell me the truth this time.”

I walked a few steps toward the large boulder sticking out of the water, and I settled against it, keeping her right where she was.

I pulled back, forcing her head to rise and tipping her chin up so her gaze would meet mine. “Because it was supposed to be a reminder. Our pact with the five of us… it’s strong.”

“I know that. And I would never do anything to come between that. But we’re two consenting adults. I don’t understand why you added the flower all those years ago?”

“Because I had these thoughts about you before you left for college.”

She sucked in a breath. “And the dandelion was a reminder of me?”

“Yes. Of what I couldn’t have.”

Her gaze softened. “You should have talked to me. I’d thought about you so many times, but I never thought you felt that way about me.”

“I’m going to fuck it up, Saylor. I’m not good at this. You deserve a hell of a lot better than me. I know it. Hayes knows it. Why don’t you believe me?”

“Because I think I’ve always been yours, in a way. My forbidden King.”

“Forbidden for good reason, and don’t you forget it,” I said, grazing my lips against hers.

“So, if you’re such bad news, how come you haven’t been having sex these last few weeks? I mean, we haven’t been together, yet you’ve admitted you haven’t been with anyone else.”

“I don’t fucking know. Trust me, I’ve tried. I think you broke me.” I shrugged, and her head tipped back in laughter.

“I think you broke me. Because I’m not sick of you yet, and I want to do that again.”

“Yeah?” I asked, my voice gruff and needy. “I’ve already come in my briefs like a hormonal teenager, with that hot little pussy of yours rubbing up against me.”

“Does that mean you’re done?” She nipped at my bottom lip. “You’ve had enough and we’ll pretend it never happened?”

“Not even fucking close. I haven’t tasted you yet.”

“You’ve got one filthy mouth, Kingston Pierce.” She pulled back and studied me. “But I’m here for it. Let’s take this slow and see how we feel tomorrow.”

“I think you’re going to be begging for my lips on your pussy the minute I’m gone.” I chuckled.

“We’ll see. I might just wake up and be over it.” She smiled and raised a brow.

My gaze locked with hers. “You’re so fucking beautiful. Sometimes it’s hard for me not to stare at you.”

Her breath hitched, and she stroked the scruff along my jaw. “We’ve already established that we won’t be having sex. But everything else is on the table, so you don’t have to flatter me. I’m all in for as long as we agree to do this.”

“Let’s get one thing straight right now.” I wrapped my large hand around the side of her neck, my thumb grazing along her jaw. “I will never bullshit you. We’ve got to be on the same page if we’re going to do whatever the fuck this is we’re doing.”

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