Page 68 of Promise Me Never

“I’m going to head to bed,” Sam calls over his shoulder, disappearing into the darkened house.

I wonder if he’s off to find Janey. Those two getting in the hot tub provided the perfect cover for him to make an escape. Neither Luke nor Colt seems to care as they settle in beside us.

“Excited for the hike tomorrow?” Colt asks.

“Yes, I’ve heard so many amazing things about the Grand Tetons. I’ve been dying to get out here and see them.”

“Do you hike a lot?” he asks us both.

“I do Runyon once or twice a week, but I don’t have much time for more than that,” Amber says.

“I spend most of my time studying.”

Luke gives me a half smile, the one that is so subtle it’s a language all its own. It has only been a few weeks, but I’ve already become fluent. Part of me is terrified that I’m going to be burned by this. The other, more reckless side wants to dive right in.

My eyes dart away from his, breaking his little hold over me. I have a little more than a month here. I have to remember that I’m walking away with nothing except a summer full of experiences.Stop focusing on the secret smiles and thoughtful gestures.

After an hour or so of conversation, Colt stands up from the hot tub and announces he’s going to bed. Amber squeezes my leg under the churning water and also excuses herself. I watch them both disappear into the darkness of the house before looking back across to Luke.

“She knows about us?” he asks.

“Yes, but she won’t say anything.” I tilt my head back and look up at the sky. “Do Sam or Colt know yet?”

“No.” His answer is calm, almost nonchalant. It’s almost like he doesn’t care one way or another, but that can’t be. I remove the thought from my mind before it can root and fester.

He hooks his foot around the back of my knee and pulls me forward until my thighs rest on either side of his. The air charges between us instantly in what I assume it would feel like right before lightning strikes. The only sound comes from bubbling water around us and the increasingly quick beat of my heart.

“What are you thinking about?” He unties the string on my left hip and looks into my eyes expectantly.

“Nothing.”

“Liar.” He smirks as he slowly unties the string on the right.

“What if someone comes out and sees my bottoms floating?”

“No one is coming out here.” He pulls the material away from my body, my core clenches at the light caress against my sensitive skin. Then with a shit eating grin he balls them in his fist and tosses them into the pool.

“I can’t believe you just did that. You’re getting in there and getting them before I go to bed.”

Any more words I might have considered saying die on my tongue as his finger finds my clit, flicking gently. My hands move to his shoulders when he pushes one of the triangles of my top to the side, exposing my nipple to the cool night air.

“Do you know how much I’ve wanted to drag you off to some secluded corner all night?”

His fingers match each other in rhythm and movement. Every circle of my clit and flick of my nipple, it sends my insides into overdrive. I can’t think. My lips part, but no words tumble from them.

“Have I finally rendered you speechless?” He smiles deviously, and all I want are his lips on mine and his cock buried inside me.

“Kiss me.” The words are more a plea than a question.

“Not yet. I want to watch you fall apart, piece by beautiful piece.”

I whimper as his thumb covers my clit, so his fingers can slide back inside me. One finger. Two. Then he adds a third, and my body quakes from the relentless pleasure. My nails dig into his shoulders as I give into him. The passing worry about someone walking out and seeing us flies right from my head. There’s only him and me in this moment.

He finds the spot inside me that triggers the first wave of my climax. I clench around his fingers, my hand snaking down between us and finding his erection. I free him and push his hand away. He gives me the control now as I slide down his length. My forehead presses against his as we still for a beat just enjoying the way it feels to be so deeply connected.

His lips slant over mine, our tongues meeting in a hurried dance. His hands find my hips as we set a pace together. Our bodies move as one, driving us higher and higher. I don’t feel anything but him. I don’t see anything but him. And I don’t want to. If we could live in this bubble, I don’t think I’d ever leave it.

I feel him pulse deep inside me, and the throaty moan that escapes him pushes me over the edge again. Nothing, and I mean nothing, makes me feel more powerful and sexy than making this stoic man moan in pleasure. It’s a high I didn’t know existed. He pulls me close but doesn’t slacken his embrace, even as our breathing evens out. He clings to me like he can’t let me go.

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