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“I like the way you think,” I said, wrapping an arm around her waist.

“We all have histories,” she went on. “That’s kind of what makes us all so interesting. This is nice,” she said, watching thegirls on York and Coast’s shoulders pick up inflatable batons and start whacking each other.

“Yeah, it is,” I agreed. “Found family here,” I admitted. “Better family than my blood ever was.”

“I can see that,” she agreed. “You deserve that for all the care you do give to your blood family, even though they don’t really appreciate it. Oh!” she said as one of the girls lost her balance and fell into the water. “Can we play?” she asked, shooting me an excited smile.

“Sure,” I agreed. “You got anything on under that?” I asked.

“Not enough to be decent,” she admitted.

“I’m sure we have something in the community closet that will fit you.”

“Let’s get moving,” she said, hopping up, then reaching for my hand, pulling me along with her into the house.

We made our way upstairs, stopping in the hall closet to fish through the plastic container full of bathing suits of various sizes, all of which still had the tags on.

Jade grabbed a bright yellow top and a boy short combo.

“Gotta grab my suit too,” I said, reaching for my door handle. “You coming in?” I asked as she moved in at my side instead of going into the hall bath to change.

“Are you feeling shy?” she teased, eyes bright. “Because I’m not,” she added with a playful little smirk as she walked backward into my room, already starting to hike up her skirt.

“Nope. Not at all,” I said, reaching for my shirt as I kicked the door closed behind me.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Levee

Jade’s dress was completely off her body by the time I pulled my shirt up over my head. It left her standing there in nothing but a barely-there pair of panties that cut up high by the hip and made out of a lace that played peekaboo with what was beneath.

The cool air in my room had her nipples pebbling up, and the mix of the desire and the tequila had the skin on her chest flushed.

“Fuck, if I knew that was all you had on under there, I wouldn’t have taken so long to get us up here,” I said, watching her as she hooked her fingers into her panties, then pushed them down and stepped out of them.

Before I could even move closer, get my greedy hands on her, she was moving up on the bed, scooting back slightly, then moving flat.

For a second, her legs were up at an angle and closed.

But as I got to the foot of the bed, she let her thighs butterfly open.

Well, that certainly looked like an invitation to me.

Reaching down, I hooked my arms around her legs, yanking her to the edge of the bed as I got down on my knees, thenwasted no time sliding my tongue up her cleft, finding her clit, and working it relentlessly.

It wasn’t long before her thighs were shaking, before her hips were writhing. My fingers slid inside her pussy, and her hands slapped down on the back of my neck, fingers twisting in my hair as I worked her.

Her moans filled the room as her thighs clamped on the sides of my head, as her pussy tightened hard around my fingers.

If I wanted to be mean, I’d pull away right then, make her wait to come. Edge her until she was crying for it.

But she came here for release from tension. It was the least I could do to keep working her until her whole body went stiff, her back arching, her breath catching, and her walls clenching around my fingers as she came.

Her body was still trembling as I turned my head, kissing up her thigh, over her hip, up her belly, between her breasts.

Turning my head, I sucked one of her hardened nipples into my mouth, licking, sucking, nipping until she was moaning and writhing again.

Her hands clawed at my back as her hips rocked against me, begging for more.

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