Page 84 of Slash & Burn

The waves grew louder as I took a turn off the main road and the coast rolled out, rocky and wet to our right, the mist from the tide as it crashed against the boulders landing on my skin. It felt cool, and the salty tang hit my lips like a shot of electricity.

When we came to the backside of the island the houses thinned out and I turned the golf cart into a sandy pull-off, a worn footpath between a boulder and some high sea grass leading down to the rocky shore.

“Come on.” I hopped out, rounding the back of the cart and holding out my hand. Jill took it with a curious look on her face and I guided her by the moonlight down onto the tiny cove.

“Great place to hide a body,” she murmured, humor lifting her words and making me laugh.

“Don’t tell Joey.”

Jill stopped short, laughing so hard she bent forward before she regained herself.

“I’ll try to not be worried at how amusing that idea was to you.” I sniffed, hiding just how much I loved seeing her like that. Jill had been on edge all afternoon, no matter how hard she’d tried to hide it. So, to see her come loose was a relief for both of us.

“Don’t worry,” she cooed, patting my shoulder as she stepped onto the rock with me. “He’s not mad anymore. I could tell at brunch the other day. You’re good.”

I was good so long as I didn’t hurt her. I knew the rules. Hell, I agreed with them. But Joey would never understand just how impossible it would be for me to hurt his sister. Not with how I felt about her. Not with how much I . . .

“Is that the Big Dipper?” Jill asked, her head tilted all the way back as she surveyed the blanket of stars overhead.

I swallowed past the tightness in my throat, looking up with her. “I think so.”

She turned, her hands landing on my chest as she lowered her voice. “You’re supposed to say, ‘No, the Big Dipper’s right here,’ and then put my hand on your dick.” She giggled, but when she slid her hand down my body and felt just how hard I was, her giggles cut off abruptly. “Oh.” She swallowed.

“As if I’m not half hard every second I’m around you?” I laughed under my breath. She was adorable when she was clueless.

“Sorry?” she whispered, biting her lip, like that made her any less enticing.

I leaned close to her ear, nuzzling her hair before I said, “Don’t be sorry, gorgeous. You’re not trying to drive me crazy; all you have to do is exist and I’m there.”

It was almost too dark for me to see the way Jill’s cheeks heated, but I knew the minute she dropped her head that she was blushing.

“Well, I guess it’s only fair,” she muttered, plucking absently at the hem of my shirt while she avoided my eyes.

I hopped down off the boulder, putting myself at her waist and looked up at her. “Are you saying you’re wet for me right now?”

Jill looked around, seeing the same thing I did; nothing but ocean, rocks, beach grass, and stars. It hadn’t been my goal to fuck Jill on our tour, but when she looked down at me like I was a dream she didn’t want to wake up from, I could hardly resist delivering.

She swept her fingers through my hair. “You know the answer to that.”

Damn fucking right I did. Skimming my hand up her leg, the fabric of her long maxi dress pooled around my arm as I reached the apex of her thighs. I dipped between her folds, and my fingers came away slick.

I closed my eyes, licking her wetness from one digit at a time, and Jill tightened her grip. Her half-lidded gaze met mine and I crooked my finger at her. I pointed to the boulder she was still standing on. “Put that pussy down here.”

There was no hesitation, no question. Her trust went to my head like a fucking drug and I swore to myself and the night sky above that I’d never do anything to put it at risk.

When Jill sat, her legs swishing back and forth over the edge of the boulder, I let myself just take her in. She was relaxed even as she looked up into my eyes with a heat that made my cock painfully hard. Being wanted by her was like being knighted or something, chosen and special, and damn if I didn’t want to never be undeserving of that.

The rock she was on had an advantageous slope to it, tilting her toward me as I knelt in front of her. I gently eased her back until she was flat on the stone, her eyes fixed on the universe overhead.

When I gathered her dress up at her waist, Jill’s breath caught, the cool ocean air meeting her wet cunt. Leaning on one arm over her, I left a trail of warm kisses up her throat. “You going to be quiet for me, baby?”

“As quiet as the ocean,” she breathed, her tight pussy pulling at the fingers I’d slipped inside her as she took fistfuls of my shirt in her hands.

I grinned, knowing those waves wouldn’t cover as much as she thought. “You’re soaked, gorgeous,” I said, slicking her wetness up over her clit and watching her eyes flutter shut.

“I’ve been wet all day,” she hissed, her head pitched back as I strummed harder and faster.

The thought of Jill being turned on since that morning rose like a wave inside me. “I should have taken care of you before we left,” I bit out, feeling selfish for leaving her hanging.

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