Page 67 of When The Noise Stops

Inside, it was dim and hot and smelled like sunscreen and someone else's sweat. I had the bikini bottoms pulled aside before he came through. When he ducked in, I already had a knee on the daybed.

"Lock it."

I don't think he heard me. He reached for me.

"You wore this on purpose to drive me crazy."

I giggled.

I pushed him down onto the cushions and straddled him, the wet fabric of my suit soaking through his shorts. I got him out with both hands. I did not tease him. I spat in my palm, stroked him once, and sank down until I had taken all of him.

The sound that slipped out of his mouth made me wetter.

I put my hand around his throat. My thumb rested against the side of his neck where I could feel his pulse. It spiked.

"Don't you make a sound," I whispered.

I rode him slowly at first so I could feel the stretch, then harder, using his chest and the column of his throat, my breasts in his face when I leaned down. He tried to take my hips, and I pinned his wrist.

"No. You sit there and take it like you've been taking it all week. You don't run the shop in here."

His jaw flexed under my palm. I tightened my hand just enough to change his eyes.

"You feel that? That's not the pool," I took him all the way down and held him there.

"You did that. Made me this creamy." His breath hit my throat.

"You gonna come in me before I go make that slaw? Send me back to the grill dripping?"

I liked the way his eyes got all dark and unfocused when I talked dirty to him, and how his ears would go red.

He groaned. I covered his mouth with my other hand.

"I said don't."

I kept moving. The daybed groaned. Water from my hair hit his chest. Outside, Hawk laughed close enough that I should have been ashamed, and I was not. I clenched around him on purpose and watched his head fall back.

"Give me the dick. Come in me. I want it running down my thigh when I walk back to that grill."

He grabbed my ass and pulled me down, and I felt him come, a broken sound caught in his throat. I followed him, biting my lip so I would not make noise, my body pulling at him in small, ugly pulses while my hand stayed on his throat.

That was when the door opened.

Tiny saw all of it. Me on top of him. The bikini shoved aside. Grizz's shorts around his thighs. My hand on his neck.

Tiny screamed.

It was not a man's yell.

"OH MY GOD—MY EYES—"

I froze.

Grizz said, "Tiny, I will kill you if you don't shut the fucking door."

Tiny was already backing out with both hands over his face. He tripped over a lounge chair on the way out.

I dropped my forehead onto Grizz's chest and laughed so hard I tightened around him again.