I do exactly what she said. I shove it in, all the way to the hilt in one thrust. She gasps, her face twisting in pain.
“Shit, did I?—”
“No, no, it’s fine. I just need to adjust for a second.” She’s panting, her exposed breasts still puckering in the cold water.
I pull out, slowly inching back in. I watch her face, searching for signs that it’s too much for her and she might need a break. She parts her lips, exhaling a sensual moan. The head of my dick twitches inside her.
“You are so fucking hot.”
“Says you.” She closes her eyes, gripping my shoulders.
I take it as a sign to pick the pace up and thrust into herharder and faster. She wraps her legs around me, the water still sprinkling over us.
I reach down to grab the handle of the sprayer. Her eyes widen when I position it over her clit.
She clenches around me. “Fuck … that feels incredible.”
I continue thrusting slowly while holding the sprayer positioned over her clit.
Her mouth drops open in ecstasy when she whimpers, “I’m coming.”
I feel her muscles tighten around me as the spasms wreck her body. Her fingers dig into my arms, nails slicing into my skin.
“That’s right, baby. You look so perfect under me right now.”
I wait until she pushes away the sprayer and opens her eyes, and I start fucking her harder, chasing my own release.
I’m seconds from coming when I hear the car door slam, and a voice interrupts my hazy, lustful thoughts.
“Really, Duke? Right out here on the lawn?”
26
DALLAS
Iscream, trying to pull my shirt down when I hear the voice. Duke’s eyes widen, and he laughs.
“You wanna give us a minute?”
“Hurry up. We got shit to discuss.”
Cash’s voice fades with his footsteps as he heads toward the porch. Another lighter set follows behind him, giggling.
Red-hot mortification seeps through my veins at the realization that Monroe Blue, superstar country singer, just caught me hooking up with her fiancé’s brother.
“Just drown me with that hose, please,” I groan.
I feel his dick twitch inside me.
I gape up at him. “No. No way. We have to stop!”
He shuts his eyes, wincing as he pulls out. “Fine. But I just want you to be aware that my balls are gonna hurt for the rest of the day.”
“Well, that’s not my fault, is it?!”
It amazes me that he’s perfectly willing to stop when I’mhaving a panic attack, but stopping because we were caught red-handed out in the open is too much to ask of him.
I grab my wet shorts and struggle to wiggle them on. Just as Duke covers his privates, another truck pulls into the driveway.
