“Because I was embarrassed about it,” I admit.
She kind of shrugs. “I’m sure it wasn’t easy to have her be with Levi if you were in love with her.”
She’s watching the cool sand in front of us carefully. Too carefully. She’s avoiding looking at me. A few feet away, between us and the ocean, is a lifeguard chair. Not the chair from the rainstorm when we were kids, but it looks exactly the same. I pull her over to it and turn her to face me, pushing her back gently up against one of the long legs of the chair. I hate admitting this to her. I hate how it makes me look and feel, but I want her to know.
Her hazel eyes find mine because I gently cup her chin and force her to look at me. “I didn’t love Tess. That’s why the way I acted makes me an asshole. I should have let her and Levi be together without creating a shit ton of drama for him and the team. That video Eddie took was me being a drunk asshole with wounded pride. That’s it. I forgot I even said it, that’s how little I meant it. And I didn’t know you knew Tess, and when I found out I didn’t even think about it. Not like that.”
I kiss her because I want her to feel the truth in my words. It’s slow and sweet, and when I pull back, I can’t help but whisper, “You’re the only person I’ve ever loved.”
She pulls back, pressing the back of her head against the wood behind her. The wind is blowing lightly and some strands of hair escapeher ponytail and dancearound her face. I reach out and brush them back, my fingertips skimming her cheek. She drops her shoes and wraps both arms around my neck. “I love you too. And it scares me because I’ve been broken by someone I loved less than I love you. So if you hurt me…there won’t even be pieces left.”
I step into her, dropping my own shoes in the sand next to hers and wrapping my arms around her back. We cling to each other like this for a long time. I bury my face in her neck and kiss her there gently and then lift my lips to her ear. “I won’t destroy you. Because it would destroy me too.”
Finally our lips connect again, and the kiss is intense—tongues and lips and moans and whimpers—as the ocean waves crash around us. I’m not hungry anymore, at least not for food. All I crave is her, and I know it’s a craving that will never be satisfied. But thankfully, it’s not one I’m going to be denied, either.
34
Zoey
Early the next morning he groans as I untangle our naked bodies and reach for my clothes on the floor. He stops me by reaching around my body and palming my breasts, pulling me backward as he rolls my nipples between his thumbs and fingers. I’m instantly ready again, which is insane because after the sex we had last night I should be done…and walking funny.
I land sort of across his chest, my head falling over his shoulder, which puts his lips in the perfect position to kiss my neck. I close my eyes and enjoy the sensation. “Baby, your dad is probably up already and the rest of your family will be soon.”
“So we’ll be quiet,” he whispers, his hands slowly making their way down my naked stomach.
We never made it for food last night. We stayed under that lifeguard chair for hours kissing and talking until the talking turned to moaning and the kissing turned to petting and then we wandered home. His family had all turned in for the night, thankfully, so no one noticed when he pulled me into his room. The sex was different—and not just because we had to be silent and keep it slow to avoid making the bed creak or the headboard hit the wall. Emotionally it was more than anything I’d ever felt, and the orgasm was so intense it blinded me.
His fingers slip between my legs, and I can tell from the way he bites down on my shoulder that he likes what he finds. “Mmm…” he whispers. “My breakfast is ready.”
“Wha—”
I don’t know how he does it, but suddenly I’m flat on my back on the mattress instead of splayed across his torso and he’s hovering above me. The flurry of motion makes me squeak, so he covers my mouth with his hand. “Quiet, Sunset.”
He nudges my legs apart with his knee and moves between them. His head is between them before I can comprehend what’s happening and then, as his tongue slides over me, pressing harder at my clit, there’s no way to comprehend anything except the divine pleasure he’s creating. I close my eyes, arch my back and thread my fingers into his hair. The pleasure rolls through me stronger and stronger with each pass of his tongue. He’s just plain masterful with his mouth, his tongue moving slowly and with purpose. He’s enjoying this almost as much as I am.
I feel his fingers move from my thigh to join his mouth. But I don’t feel them. I move my hips, as if searching for them. I can feel him smile against my pussy. “Tell me what you want.”
Jude loves dirty talk. “I want you to fuck me with your fingers. Please.”
Two fingers join the party. He goes straight for the big show and curls them as he presses into me. He hits that spot that turns everything upside down inside me. I bite my bottom lip and hold back as much of my groan as possible. But a tiny whimper escapes. And then he does it again, but this time he sucks on my clit at the same time, and a hotripple of ecstasy rolls from my clit through my entire body. My legs try to snap shut, clamping down on his head, and my hands fly from his hair and land on the pillow beside me as I turn my head into it to muffle any sounds as my body shakes with release.
He pulls his fingers out and moves his mouth away much more quickly than I’d like. My pussy is still quivering, but he’s got other plans. He’s holding his cock in his left hand and stroking it, hard. His thumb moves over the top, sliding through the ample moisture there. He drops forward, catching himself with his right arm besidemy shoulder. And then I feel the tip of his dick as he guides it up and down my pulsating slit.
We were careful last night, making sure he was wrapped up before he went inside me. We haven’t talked about how stupid we were or how we can’t be that stupid again, but we both know it’s true. We’re not new to each other, or even these feelings, because I think we both knew they were there when we were kids. But we are new to exploring them, and even though I think we can handle anything now, we shouldn’t test that theory.
But his tip is so warm and hard, but in a soft way, and every time he guides it along my slit my still pulsing pussy wants to swallow it whole. My hips inch down, without my consent, which causes the whole tip to disappear on the next pass. Jude’s eyes find mine. “You’re still coming.”
“Mmm…hmmm…yes,” I pant and try to still my hips but I can’t. He clearly can’t control his either because halfway through another slow pass, he stops and pushes into me. It’s slow and only halfway, but it makes my whole body catch fire, and I arch and moan, and he has to let go of the base of his dick and drop a palm over my mouth again. Right. His whole family is probably able to hear any noise we make.
His thick, sandy-colored eyelashes flutter. He grunts quietly and pulls out completely. In fact his whole body lifts and he’s back to kneeling between my thighs. He points a finger at me. “You’re going on the pill as soon as we get home,” he whispers sternly.
“Yes, sir.” I give him a wobbly mock salute. “Now will you find a condom and push that perfect cock all the way into me, please?”
He groans happily and palms his cock again as I shush him. He grabs a condom out of his bag on the floor at the end of his bed and wastes no time covering himself with it. I reach out for him, to pull him down on top of me, but instead he pulls me up. “Wanna ride me? Because if I’m in charge, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from plowing you into the headboard.”
I smile and crawl up into his lap, wrap my arms around his neck and cover his mouth with mine, pushing my tongue inside to play with his. He starts to lie back, bringing me forward with him. His right hand is wrapped around my waist but his left has reached down to grip his cock again.
I drop my legs on either side of his hips as I feel his tip move across me again where I’m warm and wet and waiting. If he’s giving me the control, I’m taking it—all of it. So I break the kiss and whisper, “Cowgirl.”
