Moving one hand to the small of my back, he forces me closer, my boobs squishing against his pecs. He looks down with dark, hooded eyes, and his lips part in a shaky exhale. He weaves one hand in my hair, steering my head to the side and exposing my neck.
His lips latch on there, sucking, biting the soft flesh as he noses a line up, up,up, all the way to my ear.
The warmth of his breath leaves a trail of goosebumps across my skin and with every almost inaudible moan from my lips, his cock juts inside me.
“Close your eyes and focus,” he says, biting my earlobe. “I want one orgasm here, then five more in bed.”
TWENTY-FIVE
Addie
“TODAY’S TASK IS CAPTURE THEFLAG,” Amara announces as we gather on the beach in the Bahamas.
We docked after breakfast and spent the day exploring with a professional tour guide. It’s half past three in the afternoon, the sun high and scorching.
“Four teams,” Amara continues. “Last night’s winners get to pick three people to join them, and Ben will divide the rest.”
She explains that the team who have the most flags when the game ends—at seven, an hour after sundown—wins. She shows us a map, drawing boundaries and explaining that every team’s area has been taped off.
It’s amazing what kind of service you can buy when you have almost unlimited cash. The area we’re playing is pretty big—almost a square mile—which explains why it’ll take three hours.
I pull Colt to one side, my game face on. We won atPictionarylast night, so we’re back together and can choose who we want to play with. “Is there anyone you think will be useful on the team?”
“Your dad,” he says, turning to check who else might help. “Maybe your brother’s friend... Mark, is it?”
“Close. Marco. Fine, but I want his girlfriend, Tia.”
“Deal.”
As expected, Mom almost glows red when she’s not picked, but her mood quickly lifts when she ends up with Grant.
With a blue flag for our team, we’re wheeled off to our area on a local golf-cart-looking vehicle and left in the Amazon-like forest to play a children’s game.
“Dad, you hide and guard the flag,” I say. “Tia and I will grab the yellow team’s flag. Marco, you’re on red, and Colt’s green. Don’t get tagged. Back here as soon as we can.”
Marco kisses Tia before marching toward the red team’s territory.
“Have you always been this bossy?” Colt asks, stopping me when I try to take a step. “Turn around.” He slides off his beaded bracelet.
“She’s been like this since day one,” Dad says, amusement lacing his tone. “Better get used to never winning an argument with this one.”
With practiced ease, Colt ties my hair into a secure bun with his bracelet, then drops to his knees, unbothered by the dirt.
Grant wouldnever.
Colt’s fingers skim up my legs as he gathers up my maxi dress to tie it in a knot above my knees, presumably so my moves aren’t limited in case I need to run. My heart picks up its rhythm with every brush of his skin against mine.
No more than eight hours ago, his lips were down there, rousing me from sleep. He headed north, latching onto my clit as soon as I utteredmorning. I pray to all things holy that I’m not blushing in front of my dad.
Still unhappy with my jungle look, he shimmies out of the shirt he casually threw on over his t-shirt, twisting it here and there. Pleased with whatever he’s made, he ties it around my waist. One sleeve, tied in half, hangs loose down my hip and only then do I realize Colt’s made me a bottle holder.
“That’s cute, but I could’ve just carried it.”
“You don’t know the terrain, Addie. It’ll be better if you have both hands free in case you trip or need to climb.” He undoes his belt, ties it around me, and drops my phone down my cleavage. “Now there’s no chance you’ll lose it.” He stamps a kiss on my head and sends me on my way.
***
Half an hour later, Tia and I press forward, weaving through dense undergrowth in the yellow team’s territory. We don’t talk, careful not to draw any attention in case anyone’s lurking nearby.
