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“Jesus Christ.“ He lets me go, sitting back in his seat to run a hand down his face before leveling me with a hard stare. “You’ve been wearing it this whole time?”

“Every day this week.” My voice drops to a hoarse whisper, every part of me aching for release. I couldn’t exactly do anything all weekend while sharing a tent with Paige, and I wasn’t in the mood when we returned. But when I started feeling better…and I still couldn’t jerk off? I don’t even care how it makes me look. I’m desperate. Need it, or I’ll die.

He mutters a curse under his breath, slamming his laptop shut before pushing to his feet. “Come on. We’re leaving.”

Gathering up my things, I tug the hem of my hoodie down to hide my boner and follow him back to the car. Ryann opens the passenger door for me before rounding to the driver’s side, taking off once we buckle in. I have no clue where he’s taking us, but I let out another whine as I press my palm against my cock, crying out when he snatches my hand.

“Hush, none of that,” he chastises, turning onto some empty back road toward the beach. “We’re almost there.”

By almost there, he means seven ridiculously long minutes until an abandoned parking lot comes into view. The asphalt is cracked and crumbling in places where vegetation has begun to reclaim the land, sand encroaching as the ocean reaches for the horizon. There’s no soul in sight since the bluffs off to the left entirely separate this part of the beach from the rest.

Throwing the car into park, he unbuckles both our seat belts and leans over the center console to wrap his hands around my waist, hauling me onto his lap while I squeak in surprise. My back hits the horn, blaring it loudly, but he doesn’t seem to care as he fists my hair and crashes his lips to mine, groaning when our tongues glide together. His hard length presses into my ass, and I grind against it, clinging tightly to his suit jacket.

“Fuck, baby, you’ve been so good,” he growls against my lips, reaching between us to undo my jeans. “Let me feel you.”

“Please, Ry, I-I need…need…” Need you to make me come.

Sliding a hand down my back, he dips below the hem, fingers brushing my crease. “Shh, I know. I know.” When he finds the base of the plug between my cheeks, a moan vibrates his chest, his teeth grazing my jaw as he kisses his way to my throat. “Climb into the back and take off your pants. I need to see it.”

With blood roaring in my ears, I do as he says, crawling between the front seats to kick off my shoes and scramble out of my jeans. After carefully folding his suit jacket and undershirt, he follows me back shirtless, my breath catching at the sight of his hard muscle and golden skin. It’s a bit cramped for his long legs, but he kneels over me and wraps his fingers around my shaft, stroking me slowly.

“Oh, God.” Shuddering, I thrust up into his fist, needing more, but he forces me still with a wicked smile.

“Now, now. We both know how soon this will end if you don’t stop, and I want you coming on my cock. Not my hand.”

On his…

Oh, shit. Oh shit, oh shit. It’s finally happening.

“On your hands and knees, doll,” he commands, releasing me to lick my precum from his fingers. “Lay that pretty face on the seat and show me what’s mine.”

My teeth clench, every muscle taut as I flip around and fight the urge to touch myself. I’ve been so damn horny I nearly humped the pillow this morning, reasoning that it wouldn’t actually count because, technically, my hands weren’t around my dick. Still might do that, honestly, if this keeps up. He won’t know. Can’t tell me what to do.

Humming in approval, Ryann presses on the plug, causing me to jerk forward when it nudges against my prostate. “Fucking beautiful.”

Moaning into the leather fabric, I try to get some much needed friction against the seat, but he lifts me up with a strong arm under my waist, slowly removing the plug. Once it’s out, he replaces it with his fingers, easily sliding three of them in with a sinful groan that has goosebumps spreading along my heated skin.

“There’s so much lube, it’s leaking out. Have you been wet like this all week for me, baby?”

“Mm-hmm.” Turning to glance at him over my shoulder, I catch the way he bites his lip, slacks pushed down to his knees as he strokes himself, fingering me slowly.

“Goddamn.” A dark strand falls over his brow as he scoots closer, flicking his gaze up to mine when he pulls a condom from his pocket. “You ready to take me?”

With a nod, I whimper as I watch him roll it on, needing to feel his length fill me up. I’ve thought of nothing else since August, and I’m done waiting for it.

When he notches himself at my entrance, though, a thought has me asking him to wait. He goes still, shoulders tensing.

“Last weekend, did you…” Swallowing nervously, I turn away. “Were you with…someone else?”

There’s a long pause that has my arms trembling, but then he turns my face to his. “No, Shilo. There’s been no one else since we started this.”

Hazel eyes hold mine intently, his voice steady and firm. So I nod again, leaning into his touch as I press my ass against his tip. “I’m ready. Please?”

“Fuck,” he mutters under his breath, dipping his chin to watch as he pushes inside me slowly.

Like last time, it burns at first, but not nearly as bad. No, this time, the ache is almost pleasant, especially when he seats himself fully, hips resting flush against my skin. A soft moan leaves my lips when he shivers, leaning forward to trail kisses down my spine.

“You’re doing so well, doll. How do you feel?”