Page 44 of Outlaw

He stopped when he reached our cabana lounger.

Not fair, God. So not fair.No man should look like that. It was cruel.

I couldn’t blame Leslie for flashing him her cleavage and spreading her legs for him when he went after her. I was sure most women did. Heck, I had done it myself. I wondered if he carried those morning-after pills around in his pocket for all the available vaginas wanting to be filled.

I rolled my eyes behind my sunglasses at the thought.

“I thought you were going to be gone all day,” I snapped, aggravated at myself for speaking first.

“You talking to me now?” His drawl sounded amused.

Damn him.

I lifted a shoulder, but said nothing.

He chuckled. “How long is this jealous fit supposed to last?”

I stiffened and glared at him. “I am not jealous. This is not a fit!” I hissed, trying not to yell and wake up Stevie.

He smirked at me. “Like hell it ain’t. You haven’t said a word to me since I came back from letting the flight attendant suck my cock like she had been begging to. I was unaware your mouth was available. Can’t go getting pissed at me for not knowing.” He paused, and his eyes went to my mouth, then slowly down mybody. “If you want to suck it, I’m open to negotiations. Starting with you doing it while wearing that bikini.”

I sat up straight, feeling several things, but clasping tight to the anger. The others were not to be acknowledged. “I do not want to…suck your…thing, and I don’t care who you screw around with,” I whispered. “But I don’t want you bringing women around in front of Stevie. Keep your…your sex stuff personal and hidden.”

His heated gaze didn’t meet mine, but instead was on my chest. “Please continue with your hissy fit. Those big tits keep bouncing and jiggling around enough, and a nipple might pop free.”

The instant tingle between my legs made them harden as he continued to stare at them. What was he doing? Why was he doing it? My body felt warm, and it had nothing to do with the sun.

“Stop looking at them,” I said, reaching over Stevie for my cover-up.

“You put them on display like that, and they’re impossible not to look at.”

I prayed he did not see the shiver that ran through me. My body was a fool.

Snatching the cover-up and clutching it to my chest, I stared back at him. “What do you want?”

He ran the pad of his thumb over his bottom lip. “That’s a loaded question.” His gaze flickered to Stevie, then back to me. “Tell me, Branwen, does your pussy taste like lemon candy? Because I have this memory of it.”

My breathing was getting heavy, and I had to rub my thighs together because of the ache that had started between them.

“If you don’t know, I can check.”

I gasped, my eyes going wide. Had he just offered to go down on me?

He leaned down, and I was frozen, unable to move or speak.His hand reached up and took my sunglasses from my eyes, then put them on top of my head. I blinked, staring at him. He was so close that I could smell him. The smoke-and-spice scent only caused my heart rate to speed up.

“It’ll just take a second.” His deep voice was husky.

I managed to shake my head, and he shushed me. Then, his warm, large hand touched the skin just below my belly button. The breath I sucked in was loud enough for him to hear, and he shushed me again with a small shake of his head. His fingers slid underneath the fabric of my bikini bottoms, and instead of grabbing his wrist and jerking it out, I dropped my eyes to watch him.

Why wasn’t I moving? Telling him to stop?

It was if everything had gone into slow motion until he ran his middle finger over my pulsing clit, and I let out a yelp, my eyes flying back up to his face.

“Easy,” he said hoarsely with a glint of smug satisfaction in his eyes. “That pussy is soaking wet.”

He dipped his finger inside me, then pushed it up into my very deprived entrance, and I had to cover my mouth to muffle my moan.

“Still tight,” he said, his low voice sounding almost like a groan. “With a face like yours and a body like this, I’d think someone would be fucking this hole properly, but, damn, it’s sucking my finger like it’s hungry.”

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