Page 74 of Best Friends for Never

I jump into the water next to her, wrapping my hands around her waist as I break the surface. Her legs go around me in an instant, as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

She gasps as I settle her against me—right on my straining cock.

“Hi,” I say.

She grins. “Hi. Happy to see me?”

“Always.”

She giggles, and then suddenly, she’s kissing me. It takes me a moment to realize what’s happening. I’ve been the one to make the first move every other time we’ve kissed, so it’s unexpected but not unwanted.

I kiss her back, my fingers tangling in her long locks, holding her to me as I coax her lips open with my tongue.

I float us over to the rock, pressing her back up against it, and we make out like I’m sure her mother thought we were doing all those years ago, Parker grinding against my hard cock with each bob in the water.

It’s good. Too good.

“Peter,” I growl against her lips when she does it again.

“Noel.” She smiles deviously.

“You’re playing a dangerous game.”

“I don’t know.” She rubs against me again, and I hiss at the contact. “It doesn’t feel dangerous to me. It feels good.” Another swing of her hips. “So, so good.”

“Keep it up,” I mutter.

“Is that a threat?” Her nails scrape lightly against my scalp. “Because it sounds a lot like a promise.” She ghosts her lips over mine. “And I thought you said you keep your promises.”

Her words are my undoing.

Unable to hold back any longer, I kiss her hard and fast like I can’t get enough of her, because Ican’tget enough of her.

She rocks against me, taking from me what she needs at this moment as I undo the top of her suit.

She doesn’t complain or act surprised when I let it fall away. Or when I drag my lips down her chin and her neck and to the tops of her tits.

No. Instead, she leans back, giving me access to the parts of her I want as I hike her up higher and suck her beaded nipple into my mouth.

“Holy smokes,” she calls out, and I grin around her. She can’t even cuss right now in the heat of the moment when I have my lips latched on to her nipple.

I nip and suck at her, giving each breast the attention it deserves until they’re wet and red from my beard scratching against them. Then I kiss my way back to her lips, brushing my tongue against hers as I tug on the tie of the suit bottoms.

“I want to touch you, Parker. Can I touch you?”

“Yes, please. I need . . .”

She doesn’t finish the sentence. There’s no point. We both know what she needs, because I need it too.

I pull at the string holding her suit together, and she pulls away just enough for it to float off into the water.

Parker’s naked.

In my arms.

I have a naked Parker in my arms.

I could die in this moment and go straight to Heaven, and it still wouldn’t compare to this.

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