Page 2 of Devious Temptation
He’s hanging all over her when I turn around, dripping pool water onto the floor that he has no intention of cleaning up. A fierce jolt of protectiveness runs through my chest as he wraps a hand around her neck like a collar, tilting her chin up to capture her lips in an open-mouthed kiss.
Lucy’s cheeks turn pink as she tries to push him away, peering at me apologetically at the gross display of impropriety.
“Okay, okay. I’m coming.” She giggles, pecking him on the lips and allowing him to pull her off the stool.
“Yeah, you will be. As soon as all these fuckers leave,” Rhys not so quietly murmurs into her ear. He winks at me over her head just before they disappear outside.
Releasing a long sigh, I slap the dish towel onto the quartz countertop with thinly veiled annoyance and scrub my hands over my face. Was I that bad when I was his age?
God, I hope not.
Two
Rhys Morgan is,and always has been, my walking wet dream. The star quarterback of the football team, with tan skin, dark hair, and muscles for days—but not overly muscled like the linebackers.
And if his father, Lawson, is any indication of how my boyfriend will look when he’s older, well, I’m going to be one lucky Mrs. Morgan someday.
But, over the last year, Rhys has developed an attitude that is really starting to get on my nerves.
“That was so uncalled for. Your dad didn’t need to see that,” I admonish as we join the other football players and cheerleaders enjoying the Morgan’s gigantic pool.
Graduation is right around the corner. With prom next weekend and the National Cheerleading Competition coming up, the beginning of the last summer before the rest of our lives is starting to look promising.
“Oh, please. Like Mom and Dad didn’t subject River and me to it all the time when we were younger.” His hand slides from my shoulder to my butt beneath the bathingsuit skirt, pulling me flush against his front. “Besides, we’re adults now, babe. It’s not like they still think we’re virgins.”
His words have my skin prickling with embarrassment, even though there’s no one close enough to hear our conversation, and a sense of anger floods me at the mention of his mother.
Charlotte Morgan… is a bitch, to put it lightly.
No matter how many times I’ve tried to form a relationship with the coldhearted woman, she’s always hit me with backhanded compliments and, sometimes, just straight-up rudeness.
Plus, she cheated on Mr. Morgan. So, she’s obviously deranged.
I’ll never forgetthatnight when we were making out in the pool house, which doubled as a guest house for the nine months of the year the pool wasn’t in use. His parents had stormed in—his dad screaming about how Charlotte had an affair with the pool boy when she was vacationing at their home in Boca Raton.
Mortified, I’d wanted to get out of there as fast as possible. But one look at Rhys’ face had me staying by his side to comfort him long after his parents left.
That was the night we finally lost our virginities to each other.
Rhys rocks into me as his devastatingly gorgeous smile makes my knees weak and my vagina flutter.
Can vaginas flutter?
Mine pulses in confirmation as my boyfriend leans over me to run his tongue beneath my ear—the spot he knows makes me wet if he so much as breathes on it.
“Maybe we won’t wait till everyone leaves.” His voice isthick and gravelly before he sucks on my neck softly. Everything from my belly button down turns to Jell-O, and he chuckles, nipping my lobe. “Does that turn you on, Luce? The thought of everyone watching as you sit on a pool chair, and I lick your pussy till your juices are covering my face?”
Biting my lower lip, I try to disguise the moan that escapes my mouth with a sigh. At only eighteen, Rhys has a way with dirty talk. I don’t know if it stems from watching a lot of porn or if he’s just naturally talented, but fucking hell, he knows how to send my pulse racing and heat all the liquids in my body to a roaring boil.
The thought of someone watching as he does things to me makes my lower body clench. It’s like there’s a cord wrapped around my heart, and with every beat, it tugs upward on that sensitive bundle of nerves between my thighs.
Rhys and I have never done anything so kinky before, even though we once talked about having a foursome with two of our teammates. But by the end of that conversation, we decided we weren’t partial to sharing, just interested in being watched together.
And that’s part of why I love him and our relationship so much. We have unwavering trust in each other to make those decisions together and to always be honest about our wants and needs.
“Get a room, you two!” someone shouts behind us.
Rhys laughs and steps back. Grasping my chin, he lifts my face to meet his bright cerulean eyes. “Seriously, I’m going to feast on that pretty pussy the second the last person leaves.”
