It’s less than a minute later that she’s begging for me to put it in her, and I’m happy to oblige her request. She grips my shoulders as I shove the fabric aside before pulling down my soaked sweatpants. Someone is probably going to see us, but I can’t force myself to care enough to take her inside. I position the head of my cock right at her entrance, heated anticipation licking through my veins.
“Luke, really?! Right out on the deck? Gross.” Fallon’s voice cuts into my hazy thoughts.
I’m vaguely aware of my bare ass up in the air as Kate tenses underneath me.
“Could you maybe leave and let us finish?” I shout back.
I look down to see Kate’s wide eyes as she shakes her head, squirming.
“Literally, Mom just called me to say she saw some couple screwing across the reservoir. Still want to keep going?”
I sigh, reaching down to move her bottoms back in place before pulling my damp sweats over my arousal and standing. Kate’s face is tinged pink as she slowly sits up.
My eyes find my sister with her arms crossed two bungalows over. Her fiancé, Garrison, is standing beside her with a smirk on his face. My blood immediately begins to boil at the sight of him.
Prick.
Kate finally stands up beside me, and I reach an arm around her shoulders.
“Fallon, this is Kate.”
“Hi. Nice to meet you,” Kate says, waving awkwardly. She adjusts her swimsuit, unfortunately covering herself up.
“I hope my brother hasn’t defiled you in any other public places. He’s never been very charming,” Fallon says.
“Is that supposed to hurt my feelings?”
She shrugs. “If the shoe fits. Kate, this is my fiancé, Garrison.”
The asshole waves at her. “Hi, Kate. Great to have you here.”
“It’s breathtaking. I’ve never seen anything like it,” Kate gushes, smiling back at him.
That’s about as much of a conversation with Garrison involved that I can take.
“Well, we’re going to continue on inside—without prying eyes.”
I guide her into the bungalow as Fallon disapprovingly shakes her head.
Now that the moment has passed, it doesn’t seem like the best idea anymore. I stare at her round backside as she walks into the bathroom, reappearing with a towel.
“Well, I hope your family doesn’t think I’m a slut after the peep show.”
My eyes narrow at her statement. “Why would they think you’re a slut?”
“Umm, for almost doing the nasty out in broad daylight?”
“I’m the one who mauled you. You shouldn’t feel bad for it.”
She uses the towel to dry her hair. “The girl is usually the one labeled in these situations.”
I dare someone to call her a name like that. I can’t stop looking at her as she dries off, wishing against my better judgment that we hadn’t been interrupted.
“Do . . . do they know I work for you?”
I shake my head. “Fallon would be pissed if she knew I was planning to work at her wedding.”
She would also passionately disapprove of me sleeping with my assistant—for good reason.
