Page 62 of Taming Waves

I slow my pace and lighten the pressure, and she whimpers. But before she can protest, a dozen rockets whirl around us as Sebby and Donnie Dale launch the last of the explosives into the sky for the grand finale. The crowd cheers, the booms scream, and the horizon explodes into an electric display of bursting colors. I lean up and start pumping my fingers into her at a maddening pace as my other hand joins in, circling her clit.

Her orgasm floods my hand just as the last explosion of colors rains down around us.

The crowd applauds, and I slip my hands from under the quilt. I bring my middle and pointer fingers to my mouth. She watches me with languid eyes as I lick them clean.

Audrey

“Now that you’re relaxed, how about that cocoa?” Parker asks as he kisses the tip of my nose.

I can’t believe he just did that—that I let him do that—only steps away from our friends and a few hundred strangers.

“You don’t have to look so smug,” I say as I turn and reach for the Styrofoam cup in the tray behind him. But before I can grasp it, he wraps his arms around me, grabs my ass with both hands and pulls me close.

“You don’t have to look so satisfied,” he growls.

Sucking my bottom lip between his teeth, he nips it lightly before covering my mouth with his, and I sink on top of him.

I should stop this. This wasn’t the plan. The plan was one night only. Let him get me off, thank him politely, and walk away, leaving him hard and wanting.

A throat clears, and I pull my lips from his to see Amiya grinning at us.

“This is a PG event,” she says, and I glance around to see we’ve caught all their interest.

Yikes.

Parker squeezes my bottom, and I look back down at him. He doesn’t look the least bit bothered by the attention. I roll off of him and scoot toward Amiya.

She nudges me in the side with her elbow. “Looks like I missed a few recent developments.”

I smile to myself as my eyes meet Chelcie’s envious stare, and she quickly looks away.

“I think I might be in trouble,” I whisper to Amiya.

“Congratulations. Trouble is the best kind of development,” she quips.

The boys leave to help Sebby and Donnie Dale clean up, taking Leia with them, and thankfully, Anson’s guests excuse themselves.

“Okay, spill,” Avie says once we girls are alone. “What’s going on between you and Parker?”

“There’s nothing to tell. We’re just friends.”

Amiya barks out a laugh. “Do you think you’re invisible? You two were clawing at each other five feet from us,” she cries.

I sigh. “We might have spent one night together to get it out of our system, but we’re not in a relationship. It was a one-and-done thing, just like you’d all suggested the other night in the hot tub,” I explain.

“It might have begun that way, but it didn’t look anywhere near done ten minutes ago,” Avie says.

I blow out a breath. “I don’t think Parker quite grasps the concept.”

“Been there,” Amiya states.

I glance at her and raise a brow in question.

“Lennon and I initially became temporary friends with benefits. I was Avie’s maid of honor, and Lennon was Sebastian’s best man; during the weeks leading up to the wedding, when we were both in town, we defiled every inch of their beach cabana.”

“My cottage’s couch and kitchen island too,” Avie mutters.

“My point is, sometimes, temporary leads to more,” Amiya explains.

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