“Good girl.”
brooks
“Hey.”
“Hi.” Margot grins up at me, surprised, stopping in her tracks. “What are you doing here?”
People mingle behind us on the beach. I know she’s here in her little jean shorts and bikini for the ice cream social, but I’m here forher cream.
“Treats…and I own the joint. Duh.”
I take another lick of my ice cream cone, smirking as her eyes drop to my tongue.
Her hands dip into her back pockets. “Yeah, I just mean Moon said that you guys don’t usually come to these things.”
She looks nervous, like someone would who’s thinking the dirtiest thoughts. But it’s fair because I’ve got my own happening. I spy two hickeys on her neck.
It makes me run my tongue slower over my dessert before I say, “Are you trying to avoid me?”
She bites her bottom lip as she shakes her head. “No. I’m just surprised.”
We stand with our feet in the sand, and I can already see the goose bumps spreading across her skin. Her cheeks flush.
Damn. Brody really got her going.
But unlike my caveman counterpart, the art of the tease happens to be my favorite subject. So she’s definitely in for it.
I stare back into her eyes, only able to hide my smile by the grace of this ice cream cone, because if she knew what I have in store for her right now, she’d probably take off running.
“You wanna see something cool?” I say, giving in to my impulsive thoughts rather than stretching out our fake serendipitous meeting.
God, I’m glad I drew this task. Because we did draw straws for our duties today. Or at least Wells and I did. Brody was a bear about getting the lingerie mission.
He definitely didn’t trust himself for my mission.
See, once we made a plan of attack to help her relax, we mapped out the three things that seemed to fuck with her.
The first one being her feeling so vulnerable nude. Which I know Brody handled because I tracked him down for a full report. And laughed for ten minutes that he blew his load in his pants.
My task is her pussy.
I still can’t believe her ex lay next to her every night for twenty years and didn’t want to fucking feast.Could never be me, my guy. Could never be me.
She looks around, probably for her sister, but my eyes stay on her as she speaks.
“Are you about to lure me into the back of your truck or your basement with puppies or candy?”
“If I were gonna kidnap you, Stunner, you’d have woken up tied to our bed.”
Making her blush is quickly becoming one of my favorite things to do.
“Fair,” she breathes out, then points to the truck we have parked on the beach. “Let me get my cone, and then you can show me something cool.”
Cute. But I’m not waiting.
I grab her hand. “Get it after.”
I’m already walking, leading her away from the beach.
