“You do realizeteasing will get you everywhere, correct?”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Cove whispers, eyes trained on body after body flinging from a rope swing into the lake.
Since the moment she removed her dress, I knew every man around me was dead. Not only is every glorious inch of Cove’s toned body on display, but the nipple rings I’ve, quite frankly, stroked my cock to more times than I can count, protrude from her bikini top like they’re fighting for my attention.
Well, they’ve got it. Along with Austin and Prater’s, too.
From the outside looking in, I’ve only come up behind her to ask a question. To make harmless conversation, if you will. The heat of my words can’t be felt from the lake, or even from the grill Kyle is manning.
Only Cove gets to feel the fervor of my desire for her. My lust and determination to feel her against me again. “You look like the devil wrapped in sin. And to think, cityboy over there thinks you’re an obedient daddy’s girl. Tell me how wrong he is.”
Cove lowers her sunglasses from her hair to cover her eyes. Eyes I can almost bet have now glazed over with a flush of desire. “He’s wrong. That’s never been me.”
Keeping myself out of view, I run my knuckle up the center of Cove’s lower back, following the length of her spine until I reach the clasp of her bikini. “All it would take is a flick of my wrist, and everyone here would see your tits. Do you have any idea how predatory that makes me feel, Cove?”
Her breathing picks up. “I can imagine I’d feel the same way about your cock.”
God, she’s perfect. Her bikini is one of those higher-waisted ones that reaches just below her belly button. It’s black and white with a belt at the center, giving off a vintage flair. It’s modest and classy, yet I’ve never seen anything sexier.
Too bad I’d prefer it off of her, instead.
“The only woman I want sucking my cock is you.”
“Who said anything about sucking it, Stetson? That’s quite presumptuous of you.”
I chuckle, sipping my beer in between sentences to appear occupied, yet my mind has never been more chaotic and untethered. “Should I clarify, then?”
“Hmm. Might be a good idea if you want to get lucky.”
Filthy fucking girl.
“Let me give you some perspective, then.” My voice closes in. “I want you and only you. That means, if I were to drop my bathing suit right here and let my cock spring free, the only woman whose eyes I want on me are yours. Your eyes as I stroke myself. Your eyes as I grip the tip, abead of precum dripping onto my hands, only driving me mad with urgency for it to be your pussy it fills.”
“Not even Jules?” Cove whimpers.
“Never again. Only you.”
Her humming has me ready to risk it all. “I want you in my mouth, Stetson.”Fuck.This feels dirty and wrong, but never more right. My family and friends, less than ten feet away, likely assume our conversation is anything but explicit.
How terribly wrong they are…
My eyes search for anything close by. Something, anything that can serve as an excuse to touch her. A picnic table is off to the side, and I spot Cove’s bag sitting on top of it. “Did you put sunscreen on, Cove? You’re looking a little red.”
“Oh, I hardly ever burn—” I put a finger to her lips, stopping her from continuing until she catches on.
“I said, you look red, Cove. Looks like you may need to reapply. Go get your sunscreen for me.”
Her brows rise in understanding. “Oh. Yes. One second.” She moves quickly toward her bag while I pretend to take in the scenery around us to hide my raging hard-on. Seconds later, with suntan lotion in hand, Cove stands in front of me, searching for direction. I love how willing she is to let me take the lead. I’ve always desired to lead a woman and do it well. Most women think that means giving up their independence. Not with me. I embrace independence, only wanting to complement their drive with my leadership emotionally and sexually.
A team of independent partners who work hard and fuck harder.
“Let me help you with that. Turn around for me.”
Cove hands me the lotion and gives me her back again.I don’t miss Austin’s eyes on us, wondering what we’re doing. “Cove, come get in,” he calls.
“Just a second. Stetson’s helping me out. I can’t reach,” she laughs, playing off our ache to touch each other with something minuscule. Nothing about us is that.
“I could have done that,” he hollers, taking one step forward to exit the lake and head over here. I meet Prater’s eyes from afar, and he reads me clearly. “Dude, they’ve got it. Besides, Stetson won’t get in the water, anyway. Might break his back or something. Fifty is too damn close to dead, my man. The risk isn’t worth it.”
