“Fuck yeah, give it to me, Amanda. I want it all,” Wrecker growled from below.
“Wreck. Wreck. Wreck. Wreck!”
“Jesus,” I grumbled as I tilted my head toward the sky.
Jasmine giggled. “Too bad we aren’t together. We could give them a run for their money.”
What thefuckdid she just say?
My eyes whipped back down to her, only for her head to fall back with laughter. A glorious laughter that, for a moment, swallowed up anything going on down at the lookout point beneath us. I watched her gorgeous, wavy brown hair waft in the breeze, her body completely and fully trusting me not to let her go while she let go herself. The sound was so incredible that all I could do was join her.
And the shushes from Wrecker and Amanda, followed by their own laughter, only made me laugh harder.
I couldn’t help myself. “I didn’t know you had such a wicked side, Jaz.”
She spoke through her giggling. “Hey, a girl’s gotta have her secrets, am I right?”
I couldn’t think of anything else at that moment but watching her masturbate. The way her legs had spread. The way her thighs jiggled. The squirt that soaked her bed. Goddamn it, she was a vision. Beauty wrapped in an enigma that not even Ranger himself possessed the ability to decode.
I wanted her arousal to soak my face.
My cock pulsed with need. With anger. With frustration, since I’d ignored it for so fucking long. I refused to be the creep that whacked off to shit he didn’t have permission to see inthe first fucking place, and I carried enough guilt after seeing the way she reacted to the cameras being in her home. But eventually, Jasmine’s giggling died down, leaving behind a heat in her brown eyes that clenched my gut.
So I took a chance.
I picked my hand up and cupped her cheek, smoothing my thumb along the unmarred skin of her face.
And when I saw her nuzzle against my palm, my cock jumped.
“Why do we have to be together to challenge them?” I asked.
Her eyes snapped up to mine, her voice a bit more breathless than before. “I’m—kind of a sucker for commitment. Makes it better, and all that.”
I watched her pupils blow wide, the black swallowing the gorgeous tree forest brown I had come to find so much comfort in.
How in the hell did this woman crawl underneath my skin so badly?
I’d only watched her for a few days.
She’d only been with us for a little over one.
I could be a commitment kind of guy for someone like her.
What the fuck was happening to me?
“Commitment,” I muttered.
Her tanned cheeks twinged with a blush. “Yeah. Guess I’m a romantic at heart.”
I slid my thumb along her cheek one last time before my hand slipped lower. My fingertips traced the side of her neck, and I watched as her head tilted to the side ever so slightly. Her pulse point raced against my skin, and I wondered how low she’d let me go. I kept sliding them along her shoulder, moving my leather jacket that practically dwarfed her body off her shoulder. Her tan skin glistened in the moonlight, that flimsy tank top barely holding up the voluptuous tits that my jacket more thancovered. No one deserved to see her that way. Not even me. But goddamn it, I wanted nothing more than to faceplant into her body and not stop moving until she gave me every orgasm that man had never been able to give her before.
I lost myself in her momentarily as I leaned in and kissed her collarbone softly.
“Oh,” she whispered.
My nose slid back to her neck, nuzzling softly as I felt her take a step forward. I didn’t dare touch her with my lips again, didn’t dare chance another kiss since it wasn’t as if I deserved the first one. But I loved how her pulse point fluttered against my nose. My fingertips continued trailing down her arm until I found her hand.
And when she threaded her fingers with mine, I knew I had her.
