Page 87 of Tourist Trap

My heart fills like a sap because she's so fucking beautiful, and I love having her like that, happy and overjoyed.

"You know what I mean?" Deck asks, and I lift my head to look at him and nod.

"Definitely," I lie, because I have no idea what he's saying, but he smiles and nods before sliding me the paddle, but I can't focus on that because I just tapped open my texts and read the message Claire sent.

I can't wait to ride you on the beach.

All the blood leaves my body and goes straight to my dick.

There is noise around me, cheering and booing, but I can't do anything but look at Claire.

Then my phone buzzes once more. I slide it under the table because who the fuck knows what she's going to send next, and I'm glad I did because this time, it’s a photo.

Claire, in the primary bathroom mirror, her hair is full and loose, clearly taken today because the makeup is the same, completely naked. Her arm covers her breasts, but I can see the edge of a rosy nipple, and she has her hips popped backward, legs crossed to hide her pussy, but still, I know it's there. I know what she's hiding.

And I want it.

My chair moves back with a loud screech. With it, everyone in the room turns to me, but I only have eyes for Claire. Hers are wide like her smile, and she leans to June, whispering something, but her gaze never falters from mine as I move across the room to her.

I grab the back of her chair, tugging it, and thus Claire, back when I reach her.

"Miles, what are you doing?" my mother asks, and I force myself to forget that my girlfriend issextingme while sitting next to my mother.

Without answering, I bend down, grab Claire, and lift her over my shoulder. I know she waves at the girls as I make my way to the door, feeling her move and the chorus of laughs behind us, but I can't focus on anything but getting my girl out of here and alone.

"Girls win!" I vaguely hear Benny shout with a deep belly laugh.

THIRTY

MILES

“Miles, what are you doing?” She giggles as we walk out of the Seabreeze, Claire over my shoulder.

Never in my life have I ever been more grateful for that stupid fucking fishing competition. Because of it, the truck is right outside for me to put Claire into before jogging around the front and getting in. Gravel ricochets along the underside of the truck as I back out and then make my way to my destination.

“Miles,” she says with a louder laugh. “What is happening? What are you doing?”

“You wanna be a bad girl? I’m going to make it happen,” I say low, reaching over as I drive faster than I should and gripping her thigh, pulling one to the side. “Be good and widen your legs for me.”

She looks at me, and when I glance at her, her lips are parted, and she is panting.

“What?”

My fingers dig into her thigh. “Open your legs for me, Claire. Give me some room.” I’m grateful when she doesn’t argue, instead parting her legs as I slide further up her skirt and then down the front of her underwear, finding them already soaked against the back of my hand.

“So wet already,” I groan, my fingers sliding through her sweet, wet pussy with ease.

“Miles,” she whispers, but doesn’t stop me. Instead, she sits back further, legs parting wider, and she slightly shifts to give me better access as I drive on a mission. I groan at her acceptance and her eagerness for me to slip a single finger inside. I don't finger her, just hold it at her entrance, her hips rocking gently, shifting the heel of my palm against her clit.

By the time I get us to the other side of town, where there’s less foot traffic on the beach this time of night, my hand is soaked.

Once parked, I take my hand out of her, then I slip the wet finger in my mouth to clean it off as I leave the car and jog to her side. I open her door and grab her hand to pull her out. Then I press her back against the car and pin her there with my body.

“What are you doing?” she whispers into the night.

“You won. You get a prize now.”

A low moan leaves her lips, and her breathing gets heavier as I press my lips to hers. The kiss is wet and needy, filled with lust and the subtle hint of naughtiness at the thought of what I’m about to do. Our tongues twine, and I taste the wine she was drinking mixed with her pussy, and I push my hard cock into her belly.

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