Page 49 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

His lips flatten into an irritated scowl as he looks around the deck. “Don’t move.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.” I lay my head back down and stretch my arms above my head.

The sound of Emerson shuffling back over to me is all the warning I get before cold cream hits my back. A small squeak escapes me while he laughs and starts rubbing the sunscreen in. At least his hands are warm.

“Sorry,” he says with laughter in his voice.

“You don’t sound a bit sorry.”

“You’re right.” He unties the string of my top. “You know you don’t need this right? It’s just us up here.”

“And the staff.” I’m comfortable with my guys seeing me naked but not strangers.

“Declan threatened them all to stay away when you’re up here laying out.”

I give a very unladylike snort. “What if I need something? A drink or snack?”

“You tell one of us, and we’ll get it for you.”

“That seems inefficient.”

“Better than Dec getting sent to a Greek prison for murdering a deckhand with wandering eyes.”

He’s not wrong.

“Do you think he’d actually go that far?” I ask.

Emerson’s hands pause briefly. “For you? We all would.”

That shouldn’t warm my heart, but it does. It’s an overwhelming feeling to go from feeling unsafe with your own family to being so protected and cherished. Half the time I wake up in fear that’s all been a dream and I’m actually on my own.

At some point this sunscreen application turned into a massage. Emerson’s hands run down the sides of my body and to my hips. He works the lotion into the skin of my lower back.

“You’re so soft here,” he whispers as his thumbs caress the flesh just above the waist of my bathing suit bottoms.

He pulls his hands away briefly, and I shift my arms down, so I can prop myself up and look over my shoulder at him. He’s shirtless, his trim muscles out on display. Even with all the time he spends outdoors, somehow his skin is still pale, unmarred by any sun damage. Not that it takes a genius to figure out why that is when he’s currently slathering me in SPF 50.

“Like what you see?” he asks without looking up at me. His hands move to my cheeks, rubbing the lotion into my skin in slow, lazy circles.

“I do.” To prove it I lift my hips, arching back into his touch. “The real question is do you like it?”

His hand slips between my thighs. “What do you think?” He drags his finger over my center and along the material between my cheeks.

“Yes,” I rasp as he strokes his finger back the other way, swirling with deeper pressure over my clit. “Please don’t stop.” I drop my head back down so I can take in all the sensations.

“I’m not going to.”

I shift my legs, opening them further for him. He pushes my thong to the side, leaving me fully exposed. Heat builds in my core as his fingers circle my clit. My body quivers as he slowly teases me. With my eyes shut tight, all that I know are the sparks dancing along my skin at his talented touch.

His fingers glide through my folds and slip into my entrance. I’m already so wet there’s no resistance. In and out go his digits in the most delicious tempo. The sound of my slick arousal mixes with the sound of the water lapping at the sides of the boat.

“Tell me how good I make your pussy feel, gorgeous?”

“Oh god, so good.” My body trembles as he finds my g-spot. “Right there.”

“Put that beautiful ass up in the air for me.” He shifts, and I hear his knees hit the gleaming wooden deck beside the lounge I’m on.

I do as he says not knowing where he’s going to take this. Not that it matters because I trust him implicitly. I’ve given him, them, my body and heart. I’m theirs to do what they please with.

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