Page 48 of Stuck with the Grump

“You’re right,” I said, a smile on my face. “I would have argued with him until I was blue in the face. Even now, I might just have to pay him back.”

“Don’t do that. He’ll know I told you and I was sworn to secrecy.”

I laughed and shook my head. “I promise I’ll take the secret to my grave. And what happened between us here. Tyson would flip out if he knew we slept together.”

Clarke nodded. “I know I shouldn’t say this, but I don’t want this night to end,” he said, turning in his seat to face me fully. “You’ve breathed life back into my daily routine that I hadn’t known I was missing. You have been a bright ray of sunshine in a particularly bad shit storm.”

A lump rose to my throat as I stared at the fire, trying to blink away the tears. I could feel my heart thudding in my chest, threatening to break through my ribs as his words raced through my mind.

I sighed and brought my knees to my chest, clutching them as I stared out at the lake. The scent of autumn was heavy in the air and the night was growing darker fast. In the distance, I could see the glow of other fires, shining against the stars.

“We have tonight,” I said, trying to keep my voice even as I looked at him. “Why not make the most of it?”

Clarke nodded and went to the hot tub. He had spent time earlier in the day cleaning it and it had been warming up for the last half hour. When he pulled back the cover, bubbles were forming on the top of the water and steam rose up to meet the cool air.

“Coming?” he asked, shedding his clothes.

I watched the way the muscles in his back moved, pulling tight as he hauled himself over the edge and into the water. He looked over his shoulder at me, a mischievous grin on his face before he sank down into the water.

“Leigh, come on, the water’s going to get cold if you keep sitting there and drooling over me.”

“I’m not drooling,” I said as I stood up, putting the blanket to the side, well out of the way of the fire.

Clarke’s gaze left a fiery trail down my body as I tugged off my clothing. The breeze pebbled my nipples as I walked to the hot tub and got in beside him. The moment I was in the water, he pulled me over to straddle his lap, his hardened cock sliding against my entrance.

“Fuck,” Clarke said, his voice breathy as he ran his hands up and down my sides lazily. Each pass of his fingers left a scorching trail on my skin. “You are gorgeous.”

I rocked my hips against him, grinding against his cock as he leaned in and took a nipple in his mouth, his hand reaching up to play with the other. He bit and sucked, his free hand splayed across my back to keep me in place.

Moaning, I weaved my hands through his hair, pulling his mouth away from my chest. He grinned at me before his lips found mine. He bit my bottom lip, drawing a gasp out of me before his tongue slid against mine. Clarke’s hand slipped down between us, his thumb rubbing slow circles against my clit.

He trailed kisses down my neck before picking me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist, his hands clutching my ass and his cock bobbing against me as he carried me inside, his lips never leaving my neck.

Clarke lowered us onto the blankets in front of the fireplace, the warmth lingering even as the fire died down. I arched my back, angling my hips upward as Clarke kissed his way down my body. He flattened his tongue against my clit as his fingers teased my entrance, barely entering me before he pulled away. My core was aching as I writhed against him, trying to angle his fingers inside me.

“You want me to make you come?” he asked, his voice low as his tongue circled around my clit.

“Yes,” I breathed, my hands grasping at the blankets beneath me as his fingers dipped inside me. He curled his fingers, rocking them inside me and driving me to the edge of an orgasm.

“Come for me,” he said, nipping the inside of my thigh before returning to suck my clit.

He took my breast in his hand and pinched the nipple, rolling it between his thumb and forefinger. The pleasure between my clit and my nipple was intense and I moaned as he sucked harder.

“You’re so fucking wet,” he growled.

I gasped as his fingers plunged into me again working me into a frenzy.

Heat built up in my core and I came apart, stars dancing across my vision. Before the wave of my orgasm ended, he was pushing inside me, his cock stretching me. I wriggled against him, urging him to move. My nails raked down his back, pulling him closer to me.

Now Clarke was slow, taking his time as he brought us toward our release. I felt each stroke, my walls clenching around him as he filled me.

I trembled against him.

He kissed me softly, sensually, as his strokes lengthened. This was different from all of our fucking from before. This was making love.

The way he was touching me and kissing me, suggested that he felt the same.

All thoughts of why this might be wrong flew out of my head. The fact that he was Tyson’s best friend, that everything would go back to the way it was when we left the lake house.

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