Page 35 of Good Guy Gabe

Oh no.

I twist to look over at the hot tub. Tilly isn’t the problem; it’s Cora. The hot tub is at capacity, an even mix of people in there, some couples, some other single girls, everything looks casual and friendly. But Blaise is next to Cora, and the way she’s looking at him makes me think she has every intention of fucking him tonight. Everyone seems on board with it, especially Blaise, who has at least one hand on her. It’s doing thatdraped behind her shoulders like he’s stretching but totally touching hermove, and I don’t like it. Especially when I don’t know what his other hand is doing.

His other hand could be doing what mine is doing, which is playing at Joss’s rim to stretch it for later. Her brow crinkles, so I place a gentle kiss there, which is enough to get her to sink down into me as she murmurs, “I bet Wren will have some . . . some good ideas for things Tilly needs. And Mel? Would you be able to help her? Tilly doesn’t have much for family, so she’s flying blind.”

“Sure thing,” Mel says happily. “I gave you my number, right?”

“Yep. I’ll get something organized.”

“That sounds great.” She yawns and pats Drew’s chest. “You about ready to go, big guy?”

Drew nods and finishes off his beer before they say their farewells. It’s enough to get some others to leave as well, leaving just Joss and me at the fire.

I add a third finger, and Joss clenches down on me. I don’t think she means for her body to move, but her hips begin to rock, taking from me as I hold my hand steady. I kiss my way up to her ear — we’re just making out a little, nothing too excessive — and whisper, “Do you need this now?”

She bites down on her bottom lip and nods against my cheek.

“Can you be still, or do we need to go inside?”

“I can be still,” she whispers on a heavy breath, and my dick is already rock hard enough that her heavy, smoky voice leaves a damp spot on my sweatpants.

“That’s good,” I grunt, finally curling my fingers to dig into the sensitive patch inside her that has her digging her forehead into my neck.

Her entire body goes taut in my lap, her forehead pushing hard against me and her nails digging into my chest and thigh, her back straining against my arm and her thigh rippling in my hand. She’s at the very brink.

“Are you fucking serious right now?” Cora shrieks.

Oh fuck.

But when I glance back, I see she’s not yelling at us.

It wasn’t intentional, but her outburst covers for Joss, who lets out a soft whimper as she jolts under the blanket, her pussy fluttering rapidly around my fingers as more of her cum gathers in my palm.

“Is, um,” Joss starts, but she’s still panting as quietly as possible. “Is she . . . is . . .?”

I ease my fingers out of her so I can cradle her head. “She’s fine.”

I’m not sure if that’s true, but I give Joss my undivided attention for another few seconds until her eyes droop.

It was Merrick who Cora was screaming at — and still is as she pulls her bra together in the front. It doesn’t take a geniusto figure out that Merrick must have unhooked the front clasp, exposing her to everyone in the hot tub.

He couldn’t have been out here more than a couple minutes; after the game, he went for a drive. It’s not unusual for him to dodge parties, even quiet ones. He must have just gotten home, so I have no idea what possessed him to harass Joss’s friend.

Cora hoists herself out of the tub, shoves Merrick with all the might she has, and announces she’s leaving. She’s rushing about, collecting her stuff and hurrying into the house, and Merrick is stalking after her.

It’s like a horror movie scene. She’s running all over the place, but Merrick walks in slow, measured paces, no doubt catching up to her inside, where I hear her screaming at him again.

Not scared. Not crying for help. She’s spitting teeth.

Jesus. I know where this is going. Nowhere good unless Cora likes being a notch on an extremely well-notched headboard.

I push Joss’s bangs back to kiss her forehead. “So listen, we should probably go to your place tonight.” She hasn’t offered it and I haven’t pushed. I’m guessing something about her place embarrasses her, but I don’t care what it is.

“Mmm, why?” she murmurs.

“Because Merrick’s about to fuck your friend in every room in the house.”

She straightens up so quickly she chokes on a breath. “No!”

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