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“No worries. Everyone is downstairs and ready to hang out by the pool. Should we get ready? I was thinking we need a quick shower,” I suggest.

“Is that Aaron code for come have sex with me in the shower?” She laughs.

“Am I that predictable?” I chuckle.

“You’re that horny.”

She isn’t wrong. I like being inside this girl a little too much. I also just enjoy spending time with her. We head into the shower after I chase her inside the bathroom. I pull my T-shirt over her head. She reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss me.

I rub my finger along her plump lips. She reaches up and pulls my T-shirt off and then she runs her hands over my chest, my nipples. She reaches into my shorts and wraps her hand around my cock and begins to pump.

We kiss some more and make our way closer to the shower. I reach out and turn the water on. When it starts to steam, I guide us in the shower. I tell her to place her hands on the wall and I massage the globes of her ass before roping my arm around her waist. I dip my finger between her thighs and start rubbing her clit. It doesn’t take long before she is dripping for me.

“Aaron,” she cries out.

“What do you need, beautiful?” I ask.

Her answer is, “You know.”

Normally, I would want her to be verbal about what she wants, but that small answer somehow means more. In a short time, I’ve learned what her body wants and I know what she needs. I dip a finger inside her and begin pumping. She reaches behind her back and begins to pump my cock, squeezing the base and running her thumb over my tip.

I begin thrusting into her hand when I let out a loud growl. “I need inside you, Briar.”

“Yes,” she hisses, lifting her ass up for me to slide inside her.

I guide my cock to her entrance. It takes some work because of our height difference, but I bend my knees until the angle is just right. When I slide inside, we both grown. Her palms fall flat against the wall as she starts to move her hips. I thrust inside her, pumping into her warm heat. She’s so tight, I won’t last long. I reach an arm around her waist and start rubbing her clit as I pump inside her. Her moans grow louder until I know she is close because her thrusts are fast and hungry, just like mine, as we chase our high, falling over the edge together. Her pussy squeezes my cock so tight I am seeing colors. I pour inside her, feeling like I’m claiming her.

After sex we quickly wash up, and she wraps herself in a towel and runs to her room next door, saying she’ll meet me in the lobby. After the nights we spent together and all the sex we’ve had, I thought we’d be closer, but she seems to be pulling away and I tell myself it’s for the best.

CHAPTERTWELVE

Briar

Everyone is hanging out together by the pool today. The girls are drinking margaritas and working on their tans. I am too. This vacation has exceeded all my expectations, except for where Aaron is concerned. The way he brought me breakfast in bed after such an intimate night together got under my skin. I don’t understand what he’s doing. Is he trying to make me fall in love with him because it really wouldn’t be that difficult.

I leave the group and walk over to the other side of the pool to call my friend, Annie. She’s one of my best friends, always checking in on me, so I feel like I need to do the same after I was scrolling Instagram and saw Cade Price made a post about her. Cade is on the hockey team with Aaron. They seem to be very close.

“Hey,” Annie answers, sounding happy to hear from me.

“Annie, holy shit. Did you see Cade’s post?” I ask, freaking the hell out. Annie’s been anti-relationship after a run of bad luck with some guys.

“Uh no.” She sounds alarmed.

“Go to Instagram right now,” I demand. I’m on vacation and I didn’t miss it. How has she not seen it?

Cade posted a shirtless pic of him in the snow with a beanie on his head, wearing snow pants. He’s got a guy friend beside him in a similar outfit. Cade’s hands are forming a heart and he looks like he may be at the top of a mountain.

My friend falls silent. “Annie, did you read his message?” I ask.

“I’m getting to it. I kind of got stuck on how hot he looks in that picture,” she says and it makes sense. Those two have some serious chemistry.

Cade’s post reads:Had so much fun with you at Christmas. Missing you hard, Annie <3

“That isn’t real, Briar. We’re faking it.”

“But he did spend Christmas with you. You never told me what ended up happening,” I ask curiously.

“He was here for a couple of days. He had to head home to deal with some family stuff.”

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