I frowned. “What?”
“You and Jinx. Last night. Outside.”
My cock twitched to life behind my zipper. “And?”
“You didn’t know I was there, did you?”
“No.” I wasn’t sure it would’ve made a difference if I had. Last night, I’d been … off. And Jinx’s stunt in the kitchen had thrown me for a loop. I’d gone upstairs intending to shower and pass out but ended up coming right back down and fucking him like an animal. I couldn’t resist. At that moment, I needed him like I’d never needed him before.
Her eyes darkened, and she licked her lips. “I should’ve given you privacy,” she said softly. “But I couldn’t look away.”
I stepped toward her. I already knew how many people were moving up and down the beach. It wasn’t as crowded as it had been a month ago. Now that we were moving into October, things were slowing down. Fewer tourists lingering now that fall was making an appearance, officially sweeping summer away.
I kept my eyes on hers as I stepped up to her.
“I wanted to move closer,” she whispered, tilting her head back and holding my gaze. “I wanted to hear what you were saying to him.”
No, she probably didn’t. She’d been the topic of conversation as I plowed my dick into Jinx’s willing body.
“Is that an option?” she asked.
“What? To be there when I fuck him?”
Laikyn nodded.
“Depends.”
“On?”
“Is it an option for me to join you and Jinx next time?”
“Always.”
She gasped softly when I dragged my finger up the inside of her thigh, slipping beneath the hem of her short skirt.
“You planned this,” I accused as I slid my hand to the outside of her leg, gripping her thigh and lifting it against my leg. “You intended to taunt me about last night. That’s why you wore the little skirt.”
“You know me well.”
That was part of the problem. I did know her well. Far better than I should, considering. But the new details were what made me like her more. The way she left things scattered about when she was in a huff, but the fact she couldn’t bring herself to be wasteful. The way she hummed softly when she attempted to cook. And she was a godawful cook. Or how she would flip through social media on her phone and laugh merrily when she found something that amused her. Those were things that hadn’t been dredged up through research. I’d witnessed them firsthand because she lived in my house. Over the past month, I’d gotten used to being with her. Being with Laikyn was easy.
“You better have on panties,” I said, slipping my other hand under her skirt.
“I do.”
I grazed the cotton covering her pussy. “You’re wet.”
“You do that to me.”
“Walking on the beach with me makes you wet?”
“Thinking about you makes me wet.”
“About me fucking Jinx?”
Laikyn shrugged. “Yes. But my thoughts don’t always include both of you.”
“No?”
