Page 136 of Pretend Girlfriend

“Hey, there’s no need to shout.”

Landon gestured. “There’s nobody on the beach for a mile in either direction. When did you have sex at the wedding? You came back to the room with me.”

“Theo and I snuck away right before the speeches.”

Landon was laughing hard, now. “Oh my God. I remember thinking that Theo looked sweaty when he gave his Best Man speech. And your skin was flush too! I just assumed you were nervous because you weren’t prepared to give a speech. How did Austin see you guys?”

“He was watching from the window outside.”

“What a creep.”

“He actually knew about Theo and me since the rehearsal dinner,” I revealed. “He was kind of blackmailing me about it. He wanted me to give Marisa cold feet about the wedding. I pushed back, though. I put him in his place.”

“And got even with him here at the resort,” Landon said. “The alcohol swap, and the hike in the jungle. So, Austin knew about you and Theo. And he just flat-out asked if he could watch?”

“He suggested it like it was something simple, like choosing a movie to watch,” I replied with a giggle. “Theo and I didn’t mind. It was actually kind of fun having him watch. And then… he joined in.”

I wondered what Landon’s reaction would be. It was one thing to know that I’d slept with the two other men, but getting details about it? A lot of guys would freak out.

“Was it hot?” Landon asked, curiosity sparkling in his eyes.

“Oh my God, yes. It was so hot, so much more than we expected.” I grinned at him. “You’re actually kind of the reason it happened.”

Landon stopped and turned toward me. “Really?”

“We had a conversation about threesomes,” I reminded him. “You told me you had one in college. The threesome you didn’t remember, where you had to fake your orgasm. That helped put the idea in my head. So when Austin eventually asked to watch…” I shrugged.

“Damn,” he said. “I don’t even remember my threesome, yet I’m helping create them for other people.”

I was feeling good in so many different ways. Buzzed from the drinks, relieved that everything was out in the open. And Landon was standing there, the beach breeze ruffling his dark hair, looking like the most handsome man in Jamaica.

I stood on my tip-toes and kissed him. “Want me to invite you to the next threesome?”

“That would make it a foursome,” he pointed out.

“You haven’t answered my question,” I said.

“Maybe. I’ll think about it. But right now…” He looked both ways on the beach. “Right now I want you all to myself.”

He cupped my chin and kissed me with more passion and eagerness than I’d shown him. Even though we’d kissed several times before, including alone in our suite this morning, this kiss felt different. Like the first kiss in a new line of kisses between the two of us.

A kiss of hope and promise.

“I think my weed brownie is kicking in,” I breathed.

Landon smiled down at me. “Me too.” He pushed me back with his lips until we reached a lone beach chair beneath a wide-branched tree. We sat down together, neither one of us wanting to break the kiss, but both of us eager to do more.

Feeling lightheaded and free, I reached between his legs until I found the bulge within. He was already hard, and his cock leaped at my touch. Landon responded by doing the same to me, reaching up underneath my dress and following my thigh up to my panties.

“What happened to not wanting to do this?” I asked. “You’re not afraid of a little meaningless sex anymore?’

“There’s one difference between this morning and now,” he replied in a deep, lusty voice. “It’s not meaningless anymore.”

I let out a soft moan as he dove back into the kiss, his fingers finding my clit and pressing into it with the perfect amount of pressure. For a little while, dazed by the alcohol and weed and fresh ocean air, we made out on the chair like a pair of teenagers who didn’t know how to take the next step.

But eventually, I knew I wanted more. And I sure as hell wasn’t going to wait until we got back to our room.

I pushed Landon down onto the chair and threw a leg over him until I was straddling his crotch. “What if someone sees us?” he asked.

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