Page 124 of Stealing Sunshine

The pole beside Daisy was empty when she and Delaney got back from grabbing us smoothies, and I knew I should have chosen that one. Instead, I parked myself directly behind her, thinking that would be the best possible fucking spot.

It was my possessive streak that forced my hand. I didn’t want anyone else to be able to stare at her ass, and now I’m paying the price.

“Lower, Daisy. Let your shoulders go loose as you hold the pole in a lower spot. Yes! Now, sway your hips and let the music guide your movements,” Poppy encourages her.

The wink my best friend shoots me over her shoulder has me baring my teeth like a feral dog.

Daisy is oblivious to my struggles. Her hair falls around her face like a curtain as she drops her head and puts her entire focus into Poppy’s instructions.

I let loose a pained noise and attempt to put effort into thebeginner move. It doesn’t fucking work, and instead, I bend forward only to become eye level with her ass. If I thought the leggings she wore hiking were bad, they were basically a Mrs. Lemieux–approved work skirt compared to the tiny fucking shorts she has on right now.

My eyes nearly cross when I take in how high they’ve ridden up. At least an inch of both her ass cheeks are exposed, the rounded, plump skin directly in front of me. So close I could take a bite out of them with my teeth. I’m seriously considering banging my head on the metal pole just to shake all of the dirty thoughts free of it.

Like how little effort it would take to sneak up behind her and yank the shorts up even higher, wedging them between her cheeks and tight pussy. Would she soak right through them? Could I taste her if I licked her through the fabric?

My breathing shallows, and I loosen my hips as I hike my ass in the air and sway. Daisy’s shorts are hot pink. I’d bet her cunt would soak right through them with two strokes across it. The pink wouldn’t be able to hide the wet spot. Not the way my black ones are hiding mine.

“You’re drooling,” Poppy drawls, passing by me to help Delaney.

I nearly kick my foot out at her.

“I’m not used to this sort of thing,” Delaney huffs.

“That’s fine. You’re doing really well. Here, let’s try this next.”

It’s impossible to look at what they’re doing. One second, Daisy’s swaying, and the next, she’s snapped upright. The air in my lungs burns when she curls her entire torso backward and stares directly at me. Her head hangs upside down, and her tits heave with her panted breaths as she uses her tight hold on the pole to swing herself side to side.

Knees bent and legs parted around the pole, she swishes her hair in the air and blows me a kiss.

I grit my teeth, nipples threatening to stab through my sportsbra. Daisy’s eyes brighten with mischief, and her biceps contract with the subtle shift of her arms. She adjusts her hands on the pole and uses her arms to squeeze her tits together.

They bulge against the material of her bra, and I glance at the ceiling before focusing back on the crease of her chest.

I tighten my stare and lift an eyebrow. “Keep it up, Sunshine.”

“Am I in trouble, Bryce? What’s with the tone?” she asks, one pouty lip quivering.

“The moment I get you in private, I’m going to have you beneath me.”

A shit-eating grin. “Promises, promises.”

She has no idea what I have planned, and that’s only going to make it more fun for me. If she thinks she can tease me like this somewhere I can’t have her, I’ll just have to spend hours reminding her that she’s mine somewhere I can.

We’ve taken things slow, but I think it’s obvious that we both need more now. I’m going to have the time of my life exploring all of the different ways I can make her come and scream my name. Once I’m done with her, there won’t be a doubt in either of our minds that we’re the exact type of love Poppy was explaining to me.

If I don’t have it with Daisy, then I never want to with anyone else.

37

BRYCE

“I can’t believethat you don’t like cowboy boots. Either of you!” Poppy guffaws, flicking a finger between Delaney and Daisy as we pass endless aisles of dresses. “You’re fake Cherry Peakers.”

The dress shop is overstocked and busy, but I haven’t had it in me to complain about either of those things. It was Poppy’s idea for all of us to come to the mall before we left town. She pulled theI have nobody here to go shopping withcard, and I still felt too guilty from our conversation earlier and the lack of communication between us to turn her down.

It doesn’t matter what we do as long as we can spend more time together. Even if I have to suffer through hours of shopping for a wedding that isn’t even happening until this summer.

“Anna didn’t wear them when she first got to town,” I point out in a weak attempt to help take the heat off them.

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