Page 15 of Such a Sweet Girl

Using my foot, I shoved Alexander down into the water, feeling him slide under the wooden jetty right as Nick’s footsteps echoed behind me.

‘Francesca?’ Nick repeated.

‘Yeah?’ My voice was octaves too high and Nick raised his eyebrows at me. Shame tore into me under his scrutiny. His dad was underneath the jetty, my panties still askew beneath my skirt, and I wanted nothing more than the ground to open and swallow me up.

‘You... okay?’ he asked.

Shifting my position, my fingers clipped Alexander’s cell phone, and I bit my lip, hoping Nick hadn’t noticed it next to me.

Trying to be as inconspicuous as possible, I slid the phone under my thigh while swallowing hard.

Could Nick read the guilt on my face?

‘Have you seen my dad anywhere?’

‘Your dad?’ I parroted, trying to put the scattered pieces of my brain back together.

‘Yeah. He went off for a walk, leaving me to put all the groceries away, and he hasn’t come back.’

Guilt took harsh little bites at my stomach. ‘No, I haven’t seen him.’

Liar.

I flinched in surprise as chilly hands reached under my skirt.

What the hell?!

Alexander slipped back between my legs, spreading them as I shifted to cover his head with my skirt.

His hot tongue slid over me again, contrasting with the cold of his hands. I fought back the moan that threatened to escape.

‘Huh,’ Nick said. ‘Well, if he comes past, let him know I’m looking for him.’

Focusing became a struggle as Alexander concentrated heated movements of his mouth right on my clit.

If Nick didn’t get his ass out of there, I was going to come all over his father’s face as he watched.

My thighs trembled at the growing tension in my groin. Trying to keep a straight face was proving more impossible by the second.

‘I’ll let him know!’ It was all I could muster. My body ached to grab hold of Alexander’s hair and grind against that devilish mouth of his.

Nick gave a half shrug before bending to plant a swift kiss right on my lips. I almost choked, worried he’d see his father beneath my skirt if he didn’t leave. Telling him to get lost wasn’t exactly an option either…

‘You want to come back to mine, babe? We could get in a quickie before my next tournament starts. My balls could be done with emptying.’

Gross.

I fought against the urge to cry out as Alexander’s fingers slipped into me, pressing against the enlivened walls of my pussy. Coming with Nick standing there would ruin me.

‘Mom needs me home in a minute.’ My voice was stilted and unnatural, and Nick narrowed his eyes. For a moment, I thought he’d probe me further, but in the end, he gave a grunt and headed back along the jetty.

Forcing my fingers into the wet strands of Alexander’s hair below the fluttering hem of my skirt, I clung on for dear life, riding the wave of growing tension within me.

Water drops clung to his dark lashes as my skirt rode higher, giving me a perfect view of his mouth between my thighs.

‘It feels...’ My voice drifted as I struggled to locate coherent thoughts. ‘I shouldn’t...’

‘Come on my tongue, Francesca. Let me taste you.’ His voice thickened, caught somewhere between a demand and a plea.

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