Page 82 of After the Vows

“You’re cruel.”

He snatches my hand and leads me out of the house to his truck. “We need to go now before I forget why I insisted on the no sex rule.”

“I’ve already forgotten why you insisted.”

He presses me against the side of the truck and thrusts his hard cock against my stomach. “You drive me crazy.”

I glide my hands up his arms until I reach his shoulders. “Right back at ya, hubby of mine.” I push up on my toes until our faces are level with each other. “What are you going to do about it?”

He grunts before wrapping an arm around my waist and dragging me close until we smash together. His lips meet mine and he shoves his tongue into my mouth.Yes. I’ve yearned for his taste on my lips all day. There’s nothing better. Not even the tastiest beer can compete.

His fingers dig into my ass and I squirm against him for some much needed friction.

He wrenches his mouth from mine. “We can’t do this outside.”

I sigh. Thwarted again. “Shall we get to our lesson?”

He helps me into the truck and we’re off. The beach where the surfing lessons happen is about halfway between Smuggler’s Rest and Rogue’s Landing. But it’s still less than fifteen minutes. Nothing is far away on Smuggler’s Hideaway.

We park and I notice Sophia’s car. When we walk to the beach, I spot my girlfriends sitting on a blanket in the dunes. They brought a bucket of beer and snacks. I’m glad my dating life is entertainment for them.

I ignore them. I don’t want Lucas to realize my friends are here. This is supposed to be our first date. Not a group activity.

We reach the hut to check in and I nearly groan when I realize who it is. Miles. I went to high school with him. He thinks he’s funny. I don’t find him amusing.

“Well, well, well, who do we have here?” he asks.

“Hi, Miles. This is Lucas.”

Miles grins at Lucas as he offers him his hand. “Nice to meet the man who tamed the wild child.”

Lucas growls. “My wife did not need taming.”

Goosebumps erupt whenever Lucas growlsmy wife. I’ve never enjoyed a man who’s possessive before but with him it’s different. Everything’s different with him.

“Alrighty then.” Miles cringes before shaking out his hand.

“You can’t break the hand of every person on Smuggler’s Hideaway who calls me a wild child.”

He winks. “I can try.”

“Serve and protect, Mr. Straitlaced.”

He steps close. “I already proved I’m not straitlaced. Maybe you need a refresher.”

I grin. “I totally need a refresher.”

He slaps my ass and steps away. “Wildcat, don’t get us in trouble before the lesson begins.”

“I didn’t start it.”

Miles clears his throat. “Go ahead and find a board and join the rest of the group.”

There are five men already waiting by surfboards. I find a free board while Lucas glares at all of the men. He frowns when he notices the spot next to me is occupied. He prowls to the man.

“I want to be next to my wife,” he grumbles at the man who immediately crumbles and scurries away.

“Be nice to everyone,” I hiss at him.

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