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“I suspect the same thing you’re doing to me.”

He grinned, glad this wasn’t one-sided. He held onto her,going a little deeper, a little harder, with each thrust. Her tight little cunt sucked him in, turning his brain to mush. He was fast losing control and wished this moment would never end. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind that she’d been made just for him.

“Christ, I’m close,” he muttered.

Crew sank his fingers into her ass, lifting her as he pounded her pussy. Sweat broke across their skin, and all he wanted to do was give her the best fucking orgasm of her life. He tapped her clit with the backside of his finger, making sure to use the nail to give it that little extra sensation, and that was all she needed to fly apart. Her pussy spasmed around his cock and her incoherent cries of pleasure pushed him over the top. He came with a loud shout, filling the latex barrier with his cum.

For the first time, ever since he lost his virginity to Caroline Tucker at age sixteen, he wished the condom wasn’t there. It was primitive of him to want to see his cum leaking from her pussy, but the damn caveman inside him wanted to bang his chest and howl at the moon.

He had to find a way to tell her who he really was, and hope like hell she forgave him for lying.

Chapter Thirteen

Large television screens were stationed around the bank of the docks, which had been roped off. Several hundred people clustered around each one, leaving very little room to maneuver through the crowd. Emmie held Coleson’s hand, and they strolled along the edge of the crowd. She didn’t care if they weren’t front and center. It was a race between go-fast boats, speeding from the home base in the harbor to the open water. Many stationary boats were posted around the perimeter of the track, where buoys were set to guide the pilots.

The buildup was interesting. Vendors sold food and drink. Bands were set up far enough away from each other as not to compete against the music. An emcee kept the crowd entertained with jokes and impressions. It was a thrilling experience to be lost among the spectators.

“Um, are you Crew Kiles?”

Coleson tensed beside her, smiling at the kid who had asked the question. “I wish. I’m sorry but I’m not.”

“Oh.” The kid looked crestfallen. “Sorry to bother you.”

“No bother at all.”

The kid scampered away, quickly lost in the sea of people.

“You must really look like that guy,” she said.

Coleson shrugged. “We all have a doppelganger, I guess.”

Once the race started, all gazes stayed glued to the monitors. The speedboats were high performance, manufactured with lightweight materials and state-of-the-art propulsion systems. They cut through waves at breathtaking speeds, looking like they hardly touched the surface at all. The crowd went wild as the boats worked hard at not crashing into each other. It looked dangerous, but was thrilling to watch.

She ate far too much junk food, stuffing her stomach with cakes, BBQ, and fruit on sticks. They stayed until the sun beganits descent into the horizon. Then they drove back to her place where he loved her through the night.

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“Grip the rim in your palm,” Coleson called out.

“Like this?” Emmie held up her hand, showing him.

“Yep. Don’t grip too hard. Now place your thumb on the top and your fingers on the edge. Then flick your wrist.”

She did exactly as he instructed, but the Frisbee immediately crashed into the sand. Frustration overrode her enjoyment of the simple game.

“This isn’t easy,” she grumbled.

Coleson jogged back toward her, picking up the downed disc. “Here, let me show you.”

He moved behind her, slid his arm around her belly as he stepped into her heat. Then he covered her hand that held the Frisbee and leaned down to talk softly into her ear. His breath brushed against her hair and tickled her cheek, which had her body tightening with arousal. Her nipples beaded, pushing against her t-shirt since she had forgone a bra. She couldn’t help but thrust her ass into his groin, teasing him. Which worked since he groaned in her ear.

“What’re you doing, woman?”

Grinning, she rocked her hips, grinding back into his rapidly hardening cock.

“Stop,” he said, nipping her earlobe. “You’re a naughty girl, aren’t you? Maybe I should take you home and fuck you until you’re incapable of teasing me.”

She turned her head toward him, bringing her mouth directly over his. “But you said you’d teach me how to play Frisbee.”

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