Page 117 of On The Rocks

My other hand went to the snap of her jeans and tugged them over her hips. I crouched to let them hit the floor and swore. String bikini was the word. All her coffee and cream skin was on display. I couldn’t resist a bite of the flesh between her thigh and ass, sucking hard enough to bruise.

She leaned on the railing with a hiss. “Griffin.”

I licked the skin then I moved up to follow the thong of her bikini before rolling down to land with her shorts. “Our firstsunset has one hell of a view,” I stood up, speaking against her neck.

“It sure does.” She drew in a sharp breath as I cupped her from the front, slipping two fingers inside of her. She straightened and lifted a hand to grip my hair. The other had a death grip on the railing.

“So warm.” I nudged her hair away so I could look over her shoulder to see my hand on her skin. The ocean roared beneath us and the sky was streaked with every pink and orange hue imaginable. “Think anyone down there has any clue that I’m about to fuck you up here?”

“You want someone watching us?”

“Do you want it?”

I stroked her deeper and she flooded my hand. “Maybe you like the idea.”

“Maybe I just like the ocean air,” she said tightly as her thigh quivered.

Her head fell back against me, and she cupped her breast with my other hand then she tugged at her nipple under the silky material. She rolled her hips in time with each stroke of my fingers until a strangled whimper escaped.

“Come for me, Lennon.”

Her breaths came faster, and her fingers gripped tighter in my hair. “I want to come with you first.”

I groaned, rubbing my cock against her ass. “You first.”

She reached back with her other hand for my fly. “Nope.” It was an awkward angle but each brush of her fingers against my shaft made me growl against her neck.

I was about to pick her up and bring her inside where I knew there were condoms in my bag, when she arched. “Bag. Behind you.”

I slipped out of her warm cunt and we both groaned. She was hanging onto the railing with both hands and I backed up afew steps to the lounger and grabbed her bag. I stuffed my hand inside, laughing when I felt the jumbo box.

Then I stepped out of my jeans and my shorts and my shirt, then I suited up before I moved back to her. I wrapped an arm around her, smiling into the kiss against her shoulder as I crouched enough to ease inside her.

She went on her toes, her hands braced on the rail when I dragged her back to take me again and again. Every muscle in my body burned at the angles since she was nearly a foot shorter than me, but it didn’t matter. All I wanted was her. When I heard my name on her tongue, I knew she was close.

I lowered my hand to where we were joined and circled her clit as I drove into her one last time.

The pinks and oranges had faded to purples, and they wavered in the distance as the clasp of her body pushed me into orgasm. I pressed my forehead into her shoulder as I held her tight against me and the ripple of hers ended in her cries. I held on even as my own thighs burned from the position until we were both panting and leaning on the rail.

“I don’t think the railing was meant for this.”

I laughed and pulled out before drawing us both back. We stumbled and landed on one of the loungers. She laughed and turned in my arms to straddle me a hairsbreadth before she nailed me in the balls.

Both of us were breathless as we collapsed against the coral-colored cushions.

“Guess I can check that one off my list.”

“You have a list?” I laughed as she rested against me, her head on my chest.

“Don’t you?”

I trailed my fingers up her back to bury in her hair. “I’d be happy to keep checking off yours.”

“I just bet.” She was quiet a few moments. “But I think we can work with that.”

I only hoped that meant more time with her.

Chapter 25

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