Page 91 of Mr. Broody

“Henry,” Jade whispers.

My hand falls to her back again as we watch them all get in before we can get into the next one.

Thankfully, it’s not super busy, so we get our own gondola. Once we’re inside, I wait until we’re halfway up before moving to her side and capturing her lips. She doesn’t deny me, opening her mouth the minute my tongue slips along the seam of her lips. I hate that I can’t kiss her the entire time we make the three passes around.

She ends the kiss first, pushing lightly on my chest. “My lips are going to swell, and they’ll know.”

“I can’t seem to care right now.” I lean in for another kiss, but she presses her hand to my lips, pushing me back.

She laughs. “I love this can’t get enough of me thing. Makes me think I should keep myself unattainable.”

“Jade, I’ve never been able to get enough of you. Especially after eight years, I want you more than ever.”

“You’ve got me… just in secret.”

Fuck, I hate the hitch in her voice. That little joke she made on Tuesday floats back into my conscience. Dirty little secret.

“Do you want to tell people?” I want Bodhi to know first, but then again, we could tell the others and keep Bodhi out of it.

“No. I was just joking.”

But I’m not sure she was, and I think I’d better figure this out between us sooner rather than later before I lose her again.

“Can we change the subject? That’s one pass already.” She puts up her finger as we pass by the attendants.

“I was surprised to see you on the pier,” I say.

She laughs. “I think they set us up.”

I link my hand with hers, but I feel like when we were teenagers, and I just want to make out with her the entire ride. “I meant more that I figured you’d be in the emergency room with a giant dildo stuck in your pussy.”

Her laughter rings through the small space.

“I mean, you’re kind of giving me a complex here.” I wink at her.

She inches closer to me, unlinks our fingers, and places her hand over my dick. “Oh, are you feeling self-conscious?”

I wrap my hand around her wrist and my dick twitches. Fuck, I want her so badly, but I don’t want her to think that’s the only thing I want her for. “I never did until you sent me that picture. Do women really?”

She nods.

“Fuck, that’s crazy.”

“Don’t worry, I’m more of a vibrator girl.” My dick twitches again, and she looks down at her hand now gripping my bulge. “Oh, he likes that.”

“I think he’s trying to say he’d like to see me use a vibrator on you.”

She shrugs. “I could get down with that.”

When you get with someone when you’re a teenager, and all your hormones are haywire, and you can barely contain yourself when messing around, you get comfortable trying new things. Most of my sexual experience—outside of the realm of different positions—was with Jade. With hockey taking all my time up until I got together with her, she was my first everything in the sex department.

We pass the attendants another time.

“Can I have one last kiss?” I ask.

“Yeah.” Her breathy voice says she’s as turned on as I am.

It’s taking every ounce of my willpower not to drag her out of here and rent the first hotel room I find. Instead, I spend the rest of the short time searing my lips to hers. It’s the best surprise of my day, having this short time alone with her. But I need to figure out how long to keep this from the others before I lose her again.

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