I rolled my eyes as he chuckled, pressing my foot to the pedal.
We drove down to the wooded area and parked the golf cart on a path between the trees, where the ball appeared to drop before we both got out and started looking. “How the hell are we supposed to know it’s his ball we find?”
“Because he hasspecial balls.” Wes chuckled. “They have his initials on them.”
My brow furrowed. “That’s…”
“Yeah, I know.”
After several minutes of searching, I spotted a ball in a small brush area and bent down and grabbed it. My brow furrowed. “Are his initials C.O.C.?”
“Yeah.” Wes snorted. “That’s it.”
I looked at him. “You’ve totally made fun of him for this, haven’t you?”
He walked toward me. “You think I’d let him live that down?”
“I’d expect nothing less from you, honestly.” I handed him the ball, and he slipped it into his pocket as his eyes traveled over me again. “Stop looking at me like that.”
“Like what?”
“Like you’re imagining me naked.”
“I don’t have to imagine, Princess.” He took another step toward me. “I’veseenyou naked. What I’m imagining is you bent over in that skirt.”
I ignored the way his words sent a jolt straight to my core. “It’s not a skirt.” I lifted the hem, showing the attached spandex shorts beneath it. “It’s a skort.”
Wes shrugged. “Okay, well, now I’m just imagining it around your ankles. The outcome is still the same.”
I shook my head, turning and continuing to the golf cart. He stopped me just as I reached it, spinning me to face him as hepressed me against the hood of it. “What are you doing? We’re in the middle of the damn woods at a golf course.”
“Yeah…and? I don’t see anyone else around.”
“We have about ten minutes before my brothers or Chad come looking.”
A cocky grin graced his lips. “My fingers can have you coming in five.”
“You’re so full of yourself.”
I felt his fingers skim my thigh as he leaned in and brushed his lips against my ear. “Shall we test it?” His hand disappeared under my skirt, and his finger slid under the hem of the shorts—he tugged, then let it snap back against my skin.
His nose brushed along the column of my neck as his hand wandered, rubbing against the fabric of the shorts between my legs. And worse…I let him do it. “Wes…”
“Tell me to stop,” he whispered.
That thrum flourished into a full-blown ache, and I let out a breath. “No…”
His lips stretched into a smirk against my neck. “Atta girl.”
I reached for his pants, but he grabbed my wrist to stop me as he drew back to meet my gaze. “I thought?—”
“I don’t have a condom on hand this time, Princess. This is all about you.”
Fuck. That shouldn’t turn me on—hell, none of this should turn me on…not him, not the fact that we were in the damn woods at a public golf course in broad daylight with my brothers up the hill on the other side of the trees concealing us…but it did.
“Lift your leg,” he commanded. I obeyed, lifting it and resting my foot on the front tire to give him better access. His hand moved from under the skirt to my stomach before dippingbeneath the waistband of both the skort and my underwear, and a breathy moan slipped past my lips when he stroked a finger against my clit. “So damn wet already.”
My hand went to his shoulder, gripping it to steady myself. “Wes,” I whimpered.
