“Was there sword crossing?” Colt asks casually, touching the tips of his index fingers together. The entire group busts out laughing, and both guys nearly jump out of their seats with a synchronized, resoundingno.Colt puts his hands up in surrender. “Okay, okay. Just thought maybe things got a little extra freaky.”
We’re all quiet, trying to work out the last of the giggles, when Colt raises a hand—presumably because he has another question—then steeples his fingers in front of his mouth. He’s way too deep in thought for one a.m. and a dozen beers in. “Eiffel Tower, then?”
“Jesus Christ, Colt,” Denver yells, massaging his temple.
“Okay, you’re all getting weird. I’m heading to bed.” Jackson’s face is scrunched in disgust as he stands. Kate—who seems rather intrigued by the entire conversation—reluctantly takes his hand and follows.
“Yeah, same.” I fake a yawn. I’m not actually all that tired, and I’m only half done with my wine. But the thought of trying to stomach any new information about Denver’s sex life is making the Fireball slosh around a bit more than I’d like.
Denver’s quick to follow, linking our hands silently as we start up the moonlit path. The bonfire party becomes quieter with each footstep until our friends’ voices are overshadowed by cricket chatter. The night air is still and Denver’s grip on me is steady.
“I’m not mad at you. It’s hard to hear or think aboutsometimes, but that’s on me.” I glance over at the twitching muscle in his jaw. “Won’t lie—part of me wants to know how the hell you ended up in bed with Red.”
“I’d rather be dead than in bed with Red.” A goofy grin cracks his tired expression when he catches the way his sentence rhymed. “That’s the start of Dr. Seuss’s new explicit sequel toHop on Pop,in case you were wondering.”
My cheeks burn with the need to laugh, and a squeaky noise resembling an unoiled door hinge slips between my lips. Denver pokes me, and a full-on guffaw escapes as I double over.
Gasping for breath, I look up at him. “You’re the biggest dork I’ve ever met.God,I love you.”
Not leaving room for me to clarify or backtrack, his mouth crashes into mine with unbridled lust. His hands slide to my lower back, pulling me close enough the pulsing between my thighs presses against the bulge in his jeans. And I frantically kiss him back, taking everything I’ve needed all night. Everything I’ve needed for fourteen years.
His tongue tangles around mine, hands raking through my hair to mess up the loose curls, and my hips meet his in desperation. I want him to fuck me right here in the middle of the driveway.
“Fuck,” he mumbles into my mouth, his voice drowned out by my moan as I feel him cup my pussy through the thin dress fabric.
“I need you inside me. Right fucking now.”
Denver
Thank God for a lack of locks—the cabin door swings open and we stumble through, attached at the lips. Kissing her with primal need, I kick the door shut and cage her against the grooves of the log wall. Her moans echo through the small space, and my tongue meanders down her neck, across her dainty collarbone, to the freckles speckling her shoulder. Kissing each freckle individually, I slip the dress strap down her arm, doing my best to ignore the way my cock’s already pressed painfully into the zipper of my jeans.
“I thought you promised to rip the dress off me.” She hooks her fingers in my belt loops, forcing the bulge of my erection against her stomach. Grinding into me, her eyes meet mine with a fiery stare.
“Rip the dress, then make you come until you can’t take another second.”
“And then you still won’t stop, right?” The corner of her mouth crooks upward, taunting me.
“That’s right, baby. You’re in for a long night.” Reaching behind her slender body, I grab either side of the zipper and tug. She bites her lip at the metallic sound of zipper teeth tearing apart and nods slowly for me to keep going.
“Rip thefuckingdress for me,” she commands, spinning so I get a lovely view of her back and ass.
Without hesitation, I pull on the slippery fabric, lettingher enjoy the sound of every thread being ripped to shreds. Goosebumps trail down her spine in the wake of the torn fabric. One more harsh tear exposes her ass, which I grab, digging my fingers into her flesh.
“No underwear,” I observe, exploring the softness of her bare skin.
“I was waiting for you to notice all night.”
Blair’s chest is heaving, and when I let the torn garment fall to the floor, she turns to grab either side of my face, kissing me feverishly.
“Good boy.”Fuck,her praise makes my cock twitch. Her hands slide up my jaw, plunging into my hairline. “Now about the second part of your promise.”
Tightening my grip on her ass, I walk us backward toward the bed. Her pierced nipples are pebbled and needing attention, and I take full advantage of the opportunity to mark her skin. Kissing and sucking her perfect tits, knowing how close she can get to coming from a little nipple play. Her head lolls back, the tips of her long hair tickling my forearms, and I toss her onto the bed.
She innocently pats the blanket, slipping a nipple between her fingers and giving the slightest pinch. I doubt there will be any gentle lovemaking filled with tears tonight. Not with the way she’s looking at me like a predator hungry for a long-overdue meal. “Lose the pants and come here.”
No belt in history has ever been removed so quickly. With a single snap, the belt and buckle fly across the room, landing on the hardwood floor with a twang as my pants fall to pool around my ankles. Blair sits up, grabbing my shirt in both hands, and tears. The row of pearl snaps fly open, and she kisses my stomach, working her lips over me until she’s reached the waistband of my boxer briefs.
My dick’s so fucking hard, it only takes a simple flick of the elastic for it to spring out, bobbing in front of her kiss-swollen lips. Her killer brown eyes look up at me through longlashes, and Blair slowly licks from the crease of my balls to the twitching tip of my hard cock.
