Page 120 of On The Rocks

When the song changed to something with a more active beat, we drew apart and he led me through the writhing, sweat-slick bodies until we got outside. He drew me deeper into the shadows of the covered patio.

Most everyone was inside, save for a blond who was smoking alone at a table looking out on the ocean.

Griffin ushered me into the furthest corner to a bench and sat, drawing me over him until I could wrap around him again. The kisses were slower, softer, and lingering to start then his fingers were in my hair, angling me so he could go deeper. I ground down on him and he growled my name before racing down my neck. He flicked his tongue under one of my shell necklaces. “Is this on your list?”

I tipped back my head. “Making out in public?” My voice was little more than a moan.

His fingers slipped under my flowing dress. “Coming in public?”

I drew in a breath then I looked around. “Anyone could see.”

His hand slid around so his thumb could slide under my thong. “Making you come is my favorite hobby.”

I laughed until it drifted into a moan when he found my clit. “That woman in still over there.”

He tipped his head. “What woman?”

I glanced over my shoulder, then I turned back to him. “There was a blond there.”

“She’s gone. Maybe she’s jealous?” He gave me a devilish smile, his lips wet from mine. “Maybe she knew I wanted to make you come until you were shaking.”

“Maybe she was annoyed.”

His grin spread as he covered my mouth again and turned his hand to stroke my clit in wide circles.

“Maybe you should fuck me instead.”

His eyes dilated. “Making you come is enough. I don’t have a condom.”

“I want you.” A little voice in the back of my head yelled no, but the wound-up Lennon wanted it so badly. I’d never been unsafe because my mother had me so young. I never wanted that for myself.

But I was so damn needy.

I undid his pants and scooped him out of his boxers.

He hissed out a breath. “Lennon.”

I rose onto my knees, his shaft in my hand. “Push aside my thong.”

He clamped his jaw shut so tight I heard his teeth click over the pounding music. Then he shoved it aside and I drew him inside of me. I threw my head back with a relieved sigh. Hot. Hard. I took him slowly, wanting to savor this.

Savor him.

Then I tipped my hips and took him even deeper.

The vein in his neck stood out and the cords of his neck were tight as he gritted out my name.

“There you are,” I said, as I tightened around him. “Mine.”

His nostrils flared and his fingers gripped my hips, and he rocked me against him. His eyes were locked on mine as he pulsed inside of me.

I bit his lower lip as the friction between us pushed me ever closer to the end. Then I left his mouth to wrap my arms around his shoulders and dragged my lips over to his ear. “First time I’ve ever let someone inside me bare,” I said, on a low voice against the shell of his ear. “So good.”

He lifted his hips as the pulses became a driving thrust.

I lost myself to the way we fit together.

The ocean roared just a few yards away and the music swelled and the hum inside of me rose and crested like the waves outside.

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