Page 99 of Shattered

“Do you remember your first time in the ocean?”

“God, no. I was probably a baby. We would come throughout the year. And we basically lived here during the summer. But I do have some early memories of riding a boogie board with my dad, and Connor getting in trouble for knocking me off one.” He laughed a little to himself. “He was always the golden child, until Millie came along, so it was nice whenever he ended up getting in trouble instead of me. To tell you the truth, I think she was a surprise.”

Sam smiled at his statement.

They took turns splashing and dunking each other and then jumping a little with each passing wave that crashed right before it reached them.

“Come on, let's go a little further past where they crest.” At that, they both swam a few feet out. They were only separated for a moment before Callum brought them back together again.

She was in heaven. And it was all because of him. She leaned her head back letting the water thoroughly soak her hair and when she lifted back up she found that dizzy drunk smile on his face.

“What?” Sam asked with a nervous laugh.

“Just…” He paused and looked her over once more.“Just…you.”

“Me?” She wrapped her arms tighter around him.

He nodded his head before he bent down and brushed his nose against hers.

“I want you.” His whisper tickled her skin.

“I want you.” She brushed her lips against his.

“We should probably stop fighting this.” His fingers brushed up her arm and cupped the back of her neck.

“Hmmm,” she hummed in appreciation of all his little touches. “You’ve finally come to your senses.”

“I think I've lost all my senses. That’s the real problem.” He smiled and she completely lost every ounce of self control she possessed.

She didn't even have to think before she crashed her lips against his. She just knew she needed to feel him—taste him. She needed him.

It wasn’t sweet or gentle like when he’d kissed her the night before. This was rough and demanding, and from the moan that escaped his lips, she knew he was enjoying it. She felt his hands cup her ass and she lost her breath when he pulled her in tighter and she felt the evidence of exactly how much he was enjoying this. She involuntarily ground herself against him. The instant surge of electricity that moved through her was like nothing she had felt before. She bit down on his lip as she tightened her legs around him.

He quickly jerked back, his eyes glassy and his breaths coming in pants.

“I’m sorry,” an absurd amount of embarrassment flooded her system.

“No.” He was still panting between each word. “Don’t apologize. But”—he took another breath—“if we don’t slow down, I’ll end up in jail for taking you on a public beach.”

She bit her own lip at the thought.

“I wouldn't hate it if you did.” She smirked, then quickly clarified as she buried her flushed face in her hands, “Not the jail thing. I don’t want you to go to jail. I just meant–”

“I know what you meant.” He rubbed his cock between her legs and she let out a ragged moan as she laid her head on his shoulder.

They floated for a few minutes as each desperately tried to calm down. When she finally felt as if she could look at him again without completely losing her restraint, she tilted back and gave him a devious smile.

“Thank you for bringing me here.” She’d expected something similar in return, yet all she got was a sad and confused expression.

“You’ve lived in South Carolina most of your life?” he questioned.

“Yeah.”

“And you never visited the beach before?”

“No.”

“I’m going to ask you this, but please don’t take it the wrong way, okay?” Sam nodded as her heart rate picked up.

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