And in the near distance, I’m sure I see tennis courts.
“Madeline?” Nate calls.
“I don’t know where you are.”
Skye bounds out from the corridor behind the stairs when she hears my voice. “Come in the direction Skye came from.”
I see it now, there’s a door leading to the garage.
“And I see now why you’re friends with my brother.” My eyes follow the line of luxury cars. The same ones Mason has always obsessed over, even as a kid.
Two custom Range Rovers, a G-Wagon, a vintage Land Rover, and a new Defender. There are two convertibles, one of which is a Bugatti. A special-order car that costs millions, only a handful of people are approved to buy them, and then there’s the matching Aston Martin my brother has.
That one I know is Leo’s because he bought it to piss off Mason when he was bragging about how rare they were.
Down on the end, separated from the rest, are two Jeeps and a Suburban.
“Which one is yours?”
Nate pops his head out from the side, where he’s carrying a cooler, and puts it into the matte-black G-Wagon. My eyes are glued to him as he lifts and grabs a blanket from the shelf.
He’s wearing a navy-blue swimsuit and a lightweight long-sleeve shirt, unbuttoned to reveal his muscular abs, tanned skin, and beautiful tattoo.
His dark, wavy hair is naturally curled perfectly around his forehead, and he has just enough stubble that has always driven me wild.
“Technically, this one. But we all share them.” He opens the door, and Skye jumps into the back seat. “Except the Bugatti.Harrison would kill us with his bare hands if he ever tried to drive his precious car.”
“Mm-hmm…”
“Eyes up here, babe.” He chuckles, then opens my door and helps me into the passenger side of the SUV. He grips the top edge of the roof, lowers his body, leans in, and hovers close to me. “Ready?”
I angle my body up to his, smiling wide. “Are we going on your boat?”
His head dips, taking my lips in a quick kiss. “Maybe. But that’s not the surprise.”
“You know you’re giving me a complex. I need to catch up.”
“You being back in my life is a gift enough.” He kisses me one last time and pulls back to adjust himself, his sexy eyes locked on mine. “Get that look off your face, Madeline, unless you want to be fucked over the hood of the car. I can’t control myself after last night.”
He thinks I can?
My smirk is evil as I reach forward and palm him through his board shorts.
“Fuck, Mads.” His eyes roll back into his head. I squeeze my hand harder, just as he likes, eliciting a muffled groan. “You need to stop.” The words are empty as he pushes harder into my hand.
We have ten years to make up for, and there’s no stopping me from pleasing my man.
I unzip his shorts, pull him out, and wrap my hand around his wide length, stroking up and down against his smooth skin, feeling the strong veins that run the length of his penis against my palm, while his hips naturally rock, thrusting his length into me.
I squeeze and stroke…stroke and squeeze, then run my thumb across his enlarged head, rubbing his pre-come into his dick as a lubricant.
“That feel good, baby?” I ask teasingly.
His response comes out in a low, guttural moan.
Licking my lips, I consider how if I lean down a smidge, his penis would be just at mouth level, and like a moth to a flame, I can’t pass up the opportunity to please him, though Nate’s quicker.
He jumps up on the running board, and just like that, I’m eye-level with his raging hard-on. His hips thrust forward, and the swollen, glistening head rubs across my mouth.
