That seems to appease Austin enough for him to turn around and get back to socializing. But I don’t miss Abbi’s curious eyes on me. She’s been onto my antics with Cove since she arrived, and I know I’m due for a round of questioning.
I’m a grown adult. Much too old to give a damn about what anyone thinks anymore. But Abbi…I care what she thinks. Just not enough to stop right now.
“Watch my family and our friends. Watch them out there laughing and having fun together. Enjoy the view while I touch you, knowing there’s nothing I’d rather be doing than this.” I squeeze a dollop of lotion in my palm and rub my hands together before placing them on her shoulder blades. It’s as if Cove’s body comes alive for the first time in ages, a heavy vibration strumming through her. My hands massage the lotion into her skin, steady and slow. I make my way down the planes of her back and slip my hands under the string of her bikini top, and the metal clasp keeping it together tempts me to be bad.
“Fuck. I’m only inches away from your tits in my hands, Cove. Do you think I’m strong enough to resist you? I can’t fight my needs when it comes to you. Not when defiling you is what I crave.” My thumb nudges the undersideof her breast, teasing her with the potential feeling. I want to grip them. Squeeze them. Draw each nipple into my mouth and devour them.
“This is too much,” she pants. “Why does something so wrong feel so damn good?”
“Nothing about us is wrong. Nothing at all. It’s only a matter of time before everyone here knows it, too.” I cover the rest of her back before taking a step further, enough for her to feel my bulging cock at the lowest part of her back. “Feel how much I want you. So much that I bet I could bury my cock in this ass right here and no one would say anything about it. You know why?”
A slow moan flows from her lips. “Tell me.”
“Because not even your boyfriend over there has managed to claim you the way I already have. You. Are. Mine. That’s why he shuts his mouth and lets a real man decide what’s good for him. Or in this case, what’s good for me.” I spin her body to face me, and just when I thought my cock couldn’t ache any more, the sight of Cove’s areola slipping out of the tiny fabric has me taking a chance on being caught.
My face meets the side of hers as I whisper into her ear. “Go wait for me at the truck. Pretend you’re looking for something, and I’ll meet you there. Go.”
I’m unrecognizable from the man I was just months ago.
Am I falling in love with Cove Davenport? I think I might be.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
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“It is hard to fight desire; but to control it is the sign of a reasonable man.”
Democritus
The wordsof Democritus invade my thoughts as I wait against the far side of Stetson’s truck. Yes, desire is a bitch to fight. But there’s one thing even Democritus got wrong—Stetson Cole isnota reasonable man when it comes to me.
He’s selfish and acts as if consequences fail to exist.
And I become nothing more than a whore at his altar. Just where I prefer to be.
The battle to regulate my heartbeat is not for the strongest of soldiers. Not when Stetson’s hands on my body are the weapons I’m standing against. I’m useless to the cause.
Am I nervous about Nathaniel finding out about us and ruining everything? More than anything. But my mind—my heart—keeps returning to the thing about Stetson I found odd, even in the first weeks of meeting him.
I trust him. And my gut urges me to lean into that trust.
I just hope my heart is ready for whatever lies ahead.
Stetson stands before me with a look of pure want in his eyes. Mine resembles the same, and although this is not the best place to feel undeniably turned on, I’ll do anything to act on it.
“Can you hold yourself together? I need you to keep calm and collected if I’m gonna taste you.”
“Taste me? Right here?” My palms find the passenger door of Stetson’s truck, equally eager to be touched by him and paranoid of being caught. My breasts are full and sensitive, while my core has its own heartbeat.
“I don’t have it in me to wait. Tell me that’s okay.”
As if I could ever say no to him. I don’t want to. Despite how badly this could backfire. My nod comes fast, quickly followed by begging. “Touch my nipples first, Stet. They ache so bad.”
“Fuck,” he bites out, peeking around the truck to make sure we’re safe. Then, without warning, the fabric of my bikini top slides to the sides, my heavy breasts falling free. “No image in my head could ever compete with the real thing.” Stetson’s thumbs gently brush my nipples, drawing a breathy moan from my lips.
“God, yesss.” His hands cup the weight of them, and I love how perfectly they fit. In hindsight, it’s only been close to three weeks since we’ve touched, but it feels like three weeks too long.
Being abnormally tall, Stetson falls to his knees effortlessly and yanks my chest to his face before licking up my cleavage with his tongue. “Goddamn, Cove. These tits are my favorite part of you.” His lips glide along the undersideof my breast, my hardened nipple the destination on his mind. “Aside from your heart, that is.”
