Page 34 of Weddings, Revenge & Fake Dating

Roman falls to his knees, tendons straining in his neck, and roars at the sky like he’s won an Olympic gold medal. The crowd rallies around the players. Someone lifts Sophia on their shoulders. Roman’s gaze finds mine again, but this time his expression is gleaming with triumph.

The fuckface.

I’m lost in thoughts of retaliation when Jeanie launches herself into my arms. The unexpected momentum is too much, and we tip over. We land in the sand, chest to chest, with Jeanie on top.

“Oops.” She giggles. “Sorry, I guess I took touch, tease, and play a little too far this time.”

But I’m not laughing as our heavy breaths commingle. She’s fallen into my snare, and suddenly I’m craving her. Badly.

“This is the best way to make Roman jealous,” I say.

My hand travels over her sexy curves where my fingertips sink into her decadent ass cheeks. I grip them and shift her weight so my stiffening cock swipes beneath her clit. Then I settle it, strategically pressing against her center.

“Ohhh.” Jeanie’s thighs clench, signaling she feels it too.

This time though, she shifts. The movement is so subtle, no one else would realize she’s repeating the action. No one except me. It’s hard not to when I feel every fucking stroke.

Jeanie sucks in a ragged breath, and then her forehead drops to mine.

“Nathan.” She says my name like a warning, which only makes me want her more. She whimpers like she’s holding back.

“Eyes on me,” I say low.

She opens them like she’s in a cloudy daze.

“Listen to me, Jeanie. If you rub that sweet pussy over my cock again, I will take you right here in front of everyone. Understand?”

A slow grin spreads across her face. Then, like a fucking dare, she does it again, but this time her gaze never leaves mine. Between that and her scraping her teeth on her lower lip, I lose it.

“I warned you,” I say.

I flip our positions. Fast.

When we land, I’m on top, pinning her hands above her head. I drive once into her center, making sure she feels my entire length as I nip at her bottom lip with my teeth.

That’ll teach her to tease me.

Jeanie stops breathing altogether. Meanwhile, my heart beats triple-time, and I’m two seconds from busting through my pants. Our clothes could disintegrate from the scorching heat.

“Get a room!” several bridesmaids call out, heckling us.

“You ready to add benefits to your fake wedding date?” I say the words, ghosting her pretty pink lips. I remain poised there, ready to devour her if she gives me the green light.

She laughs like this is a joke. And damn if it doesn’t sound like a wind chime in the breeze. The tinkling is utterly captivating, and I can’t look away. I want to memorize the surprise in her eyes, along with the starbursts radiating from the edges. She still thinks this is a game.

“I like your tattoo.” Jeanie changes the subject, though she hasn’t budged. Her thighs still grip my hips tightly. With her fingertip, she strokes the geometric artwork on my pec. “Never seen anything like it.”

“That’s because you’ve never seen anything like me,” I say to get a rise out of her.

“So cocky.”

“Just the way you like it.” I smirk, then stand and help her to her feet.

“They’re watching us,” she says as she brushes sand from her shorts.

“Let them.”

I corral her into an embrace where her back presses to my chest. When I kiss her bare shoulder, rigid goose bumps race across her sun-kissed skin. Beneath her shirt, hardened nipples scrape my arm. Every little sensation sets me off, coiling me tighter.