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She hoped her aunts’ and Shelby’s Dom husbands wouldn’t take her secret out on their backsides—she needed to ensure that didn’t happen. But for today, she put the thoughts of her overprotective uncles out of her mind so she could enjoy the day with her sexy man.

Strong arms wrapped around her bare waist from behind as she sorted through her tote bag to find the sunscreen she’d brought. Doug nuzzled her neck, and she felt his erection rub against her ass. “Damn, woman. You drive me crazy in these bikinis.”

She smiled as she reached back and clutched his hips, holding him in place. “Why do you think I buy them?”

A deep growl emanated from his chest. “You’ve been wearing them for years, sunbathing in the yard.”

“I repeat, why do you think I buy them? It sure wasn’t to drive my uncles nuts. However, that was a bonus. You would think men who own a BDSM club wouldn’t be so prudish.”

“That’s because they never changed diapers on the women in the club.” He froze, then groaned. “Shit, maybe they have. That’s one of those kinks I have no desire to hear about.”

“Ew. Me either.” She turned in his arms, then gave him a sultry look while holding out the bottle of sunscreen to him. “Put this on me, please?” She could apply it to most parts of her body,but the cast made it impossible for her to reach the rest. Besides, she would take any excuse to have his hands caress her skin.

He shifted his hips and adjusted his cock before taking the bottle. “That cast is torturing me.”

“You? Do you have any idea how much my arm itches under this thing? Now that’s torture.” The day after the cast was put on, she ordered a flexible plastic “cast scratcher” and had it shipped overnight. It came with sanitizer and was designed to prevent damage to her skin while providing her with much-needed relief.

As he rubbed the lotion into her back and shoulders, another boat passed by with three men in their early to mid-twenties aboard, who whistled and catcalled at Jenn. She rolled her eyes as Doug glared at them. She hated the immaturity and offensive sexual behavior some men exhibited toward women, as if they thought the women would be flattered by the attention. No matter what the male population thought, most females despised it. Maybe that was another reason she’d been so attracted to Doug over the past few years. She never heard him say anything derogatory toward women. Whether it was natural or nurtured, he respected the opposite sex and didn’t seem intimidated by them in any way. She watched him get his butt kicked by Lindsey in the sparring ring a few times, and he gave her full credit for defeating him. Many men would’ve said they’d taken it easy on the female sniper, but not him. The Alpha and Omega Team members responded the same way if Lindsey won a sparring match against them. However, a few of the bodyguards were unhappy about losing to a woman, although they didn’t vocalize it, as Doug and Ian wouldn’t tolerate such behavior from their employees. In Jenn’s opinion, it was nobody’s problem but their own if they got their asses handed to them.

“Assholes,” Doug muttered with a growl.

He lifted his hand, most likely to give them the finger, but she stopped him, not wanting said assholes to turn around and harass them. “Nope. Ignore them, please, and finish putting the sunscreen on me. Then, catch our dinner since I can’t with this stupid cast.” She was bummed about that. Being out on the water brought back fond memories of her father. She enjoyed fishing ever since her dad and Uncle Ian first took her on a charter boat at the age of seven, and she caught a flounder big enough to keep. Of course, her dad helped reel it in, but he let her do most of the work while both men coached and encouraged her. From that day on, she was hooked on fishing—pun not intended.

After Doug spent an extraordinary amount of time applying the suntan lotion to every inch of her exposed skin, she returned the favor before lying down on a bench seat with a book while he fished. He tried to convince her to go below deck for some sexy time, but she insisted he catch their dinner first. She even offered to clean and cook it if he caught a keeper, but he turned her down, saying it would be too difficult with the cast. At least he agreed to try to reel in a fish they could eat.

Even though the book was by one of her favorite authors, a friend of Kristen’s, Jenn didn’t get much reading done. Between her and Doug’s conversation on several subjects and his coming over to kiss her multiple times, she didn’t care about the book, which she could dive into later. Growing their connection to each other was more important—and a lot of fun. She loved discovering new things about him, and he seemed just as interested in her.

It was over an hour and three too-small-to-keep fish later before he caught one he didn’t have to throw back into the water. The twenty-inch red snapper was on the menu for dinner that night. After she took a picture of him holding his prize, he tossed it into the cooler with ice before going below to use the head.

While waiting for him to come back, she texted the picture to Daniella and Yardley, wishing she could post it in the family’s Facebook group, but that would bring up far too many questions she didn’t want to answer. Sighing, she admitted to herself it was time to tell her uncles. She could do it at Peyton’s first birthday party next week. With the number of people Angie and Ian invited, maybe they wouldn’t make a scene. Oh, who was she kidding? They might not make a scene, but instead, would quietly drag Doug outside and lock him up somewhere until after everyone else left. She would have to discuss the best way to approach the subject with her aunts.

“Hey, Jenn. Come down here for a minute,” he called from below.

Narrowing her eyes, she stood, not realizing how long he’d been down there. Holding onto the railing and ducking her head, she descended the stairs and stopped short when she saw him. The sneaky little bastard had converted the table and booths into a bed, stripped off his clothes, and gotten himself comfortable. His gaze met hers as he slowly stroked his stiff cock.

Deciding to tease him, she crossed her arms and leaned against the closed bathroom door to keep steady from the gentle rocking motion of the boat. “Whatcha doin’?”

His eyebrows shot up. “If you need to ask, sweetheart, we have a problem. I caught dinner, so now I get my reward. C’mere.”

So much for teasing him. His husky voice and intense stare made her wet and needy in an instant. They sparked an inferno inside her that only burned for him.

After a few tugs on the strings of her bikini, she was naked and crawling up his body. His hands gripped her waist and pulled her up, settling her over his mouth. She cried out when his tongue speared into her, driving her wild. Within minutes, he sent her over the edge.

She straddled his hips and slowly lowered herself down onto his cock. It was a good thing she was now on the pill and they’d ditched using condoms after they both got a clean bill of health, because taking any precautions was the furthest thing from her mind. With his help, she rode him hard until they both came with shouts of ecstasy.

Still inside her, he pulled her down for a sweet and gentle kiss, then cupped her jaw. “Look at me.” When she met his gaze, he brushed his thumb across her cheek. “I love you, Jenn. I know I should’ve said it before now, but that’s the first time I've said those words to a woman who wasn’t family. I love you, and I’m so grateful you waited for me to come to my senses.”

Her heart pounded, and her breath caught as a sense of euphoria came over her.He loves me!

Bending down, she kissed him on the nose. “I’m so glad I waited for you too. I love you, Doug, and it’s time to let everyone know that. I’m going to tell my uncles about us at Peyton’s birthday party next week.”

He smirked. “So there will be too many witnesses for them to kill me?”

A laugh erupted from her. “Something like that.” She wriggled her hips and felt his cock respond. “Make love to me again.”

He rolled them over until he was on top, still inside her. “With pleasure, sweetheart.”

CHAPTER TWENTY

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