Page 86 of The Bad Girl List

Annika, Thomas, and Minnie burst out of the cabana, all of them naked as they make a beeline for their clothes. They’re about as quiet as a kindergarten class hopped up on sugar.

“Shit, we gotta go.” Still holding onto Dom, I push for the side of the pool.

She breaks free of me and swims for the side.

Thomas and the others have disappeared into the alleyway. As Dom and I haul ourselves out of the pool, the security guard bursts into the yard.

Dom lets out a squeak of alarm, grabs her pile of clothes, and takes off. Her saran wrap bandage has come partially undone in the water, a long trail of it flapping behind her as she runs.

I’m right on her heels, bundling my clothes in a wad under my arm. I’m treated to a perfect view of her smoking hot ass as she ducks under the bushes, heading for the air conditioning unit.

“I got you.” I drop my clothes and grab her around the waist, hoisting her onto the unit.

Thomas is buck naked on the other side, holding out a hand from his position on the tree stump. Minnie and Annika are in the shadows of the woods, hurriedly pulling on their clothes.

Dom scrambles to the top of the fence, reaching her arms out for Thomas. A piece of her saran wrap snags on the wood as she lets go and lands in my brother’s outstretched hands. A shockwave of irritation goes through me as Thomas’s hands close around her waist.

There isn’t time to be jealous. I can hear the security guard on his radio calling for backup. I throw my clothes over the fence and scramble after them.

Thomas bolts into the cover of the trees, but Dom waits for me. Her face is a mixture of delight and horror as the security guard lumbers into the alleyway.

“Come on, Trev!” she hisses, grabbing my hand.

I pause long enough to swipe up my clothes, then take her outstretched hand and run. We pelt into the shadows of the trees, our bare feet crunching on small pine cones and needles. I’m too exhilarated to feel the pain, but I know my feet will pay the price for this.

I glance down at Dom as we weave around a cluster of ferns and past some manzanita trees. Her long hair sends out long streamers of water. Her breasts bounce as she runs. Her nipples are hard and tight from the cold air. The fucking strip of saran wrap is getting tangled around her legs.

My erection immediately returns. Apparently, even when running through a forest after a near-miss with a security guard, I’m not immune to her. Fuck, I want her.

“Oh, my God.” Dom draws to a halt in a cluster of tall redwood trees, both hands flying to her mouth to smother a laugh, but her shoulders shake with mirth. “Oh, my God, I can’t believe we did that!” Her eyes are bright, her smile wide. She looks wild, exhilaration shining from her face when she looks at me. “That was so fun!”

Even in the thick shadows of the trees, I can see her perfectly. Her smile, her eyes, her body–everything.

My brain stops working. My hands act on their own accord, like someone else is driving the wheel. I take her face between my hands and kiss her. She tastes like pot and laughter and chlorine water. The combination is like a jumper cable to my dick.

When I pull her to me, there is no hesitation. She melts against me, her hands raking down my rib cage and up my back.

I try to touch every part of her at once. Her face, her neck, her breasts, her hips, her ass. Her skin is damp from the pool, already prickling from the cold air, but it feels like silk under my hands.

I want her. It’s the only rational thought I can form through the roaring in my ears. I drop to my knees in front of her so that I’m eye level with her perfect breasts. I take one of them in my mouth, sucking and rolling my tongue over her nipple. I take the other one with my hand, massaging it.

“Trevor.” I love the way she gasps my name, the way she weaves her fingers into my hair. It’s all just more fuel to my near-frenzied state.

I release her nipple from my mouth, tilting my head up to look at her. The sweet, slightly awkward girl is gone. In front of me is a woman in the grips of lust. Her eyes are dilated, her lips parted, and when she breathes my name, it makes my dick throb.

“I want you,” she whispers.

In response, I slip my hand between her legs. She’s dripping, but it’s not from the pool water.

I’m seized with a need to feel her. I slide two fingers into her opening. She arches into me, her eyes on my face. Her pussy is warm and slick. Her walls ripple and spasm around me as I sink into her, and I realize she’s right on the edge of coming.

My mind flashes back to the pool, to how she’d looked at me before we’d been interrupted. Something feral ignites inside me as I realize she’d been as turned on as I’d been.

“I want to see you come.” My voice is guttural as my eyes lock with hers. “Come for me, Dom.”

Her eyelids flutter. Her walls clamp around my touch. I see the moment when she tumbles over the edge. Her body writhes as the orgasm rolls through her. My free hand grips her ass as I pump my fingers into her, drinking in the feel of her slick pleasure coating my skin. She’s so fucking sexy.

I’m far from done with her. As soon as her body stills, I trail kisses down her middle, starting with the spot between her breasts and going down. I lick and suck at her skin–and stop when I run into that fucking saran wrap. It’s still clinging to her.

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