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I reach into my bag and pull out my vibrator as I roll onto my back. I slip off my panties and tuck them into my bag. I pinch my nipples through the fabric of my dress and lace bra. Images of Grayson dance through my mind. Grayson last year at the beach during our group camp as he came out of the ocean, water dripping down his body. Drops tracing each of his abs. I lick my lips.

Closing my eyes, I remember the feeling of his hard cock under my leg as I sat on his lap last night. His whispered words of fucking me right there beside the fire have me so fucking wet. I position the vibrator and turn it on. I barely contain the whimper that tries to escape me.

I think of Grayson as he hits a player into the boards during a game. The way I feel when his eyes trace every inch of me. I’m so fucking close.

Grayson doing push-ups in the living room. I moan. The memory that sends me over the edge into oblivion calling his name is his words from the day after our wedding,Hannah, you never look like shit. You look beautiful.

“Fucking hell.”

The sound of Grayson’s words have me snapping back to reality. I remove the vibrator and pop my head up to see Grayson standing at the edge of the tree line watching me.

CHAPTER 16

Grayson

Hannah’s been gone a while when I decide that, instead of having her come back for lunch, I’ll pack a picnic so we can enjoy the outdoors. I make some sandwiches and throw in some cheese, crackers, and cookies before picking some fruit from the garden and making my way through the property. Based on how much Hannah seemed to enjoy the pond yesterday, my guess is that’s where she ended up.

I’m almost to the edge of the trees when I hear moaning and what sounds like it might be my name. I continue moving towards the sound and the pond. When I clear the trees, I spot Hannah lying on her back under the sun. She moans again, and her legs move, and I see a glimpse of what I can only assume is a vibrator as she squirms on the blanket. She moans again before her back arches and she calls my name as I watch an orgasm tear through her.

“Fucking hell,” I say and immediately know Hannah heard me.

She reaches between her legs and removes the vibrator as her head lifts and she sees me.

I move across the space separating us, and when I’m standing in front of her, her chest is flushed pink as it rises and falls at a quick pace. She watches me as I kneel beside her. She doesn’t shy away, and it’s such a fucking turn on.

“Want some help?” I ask.

She looks over my shoulder quickly and bites her lip, thinking about the question. Her nod is subtle, but it’s there. Does this mean she’s finally going to let me touch her? Am I finally going to get my hands on Hannah fucking Smith, the gorgeous woman who’s hated me for years?

“Can I touch you?”

She nods and says, “Yes.”

I don’t hesitate. I reach a hand out and touch her thigh. Her skin is soft as my fingers lightly trail up her leg. She bites her lip again, and it’s the sexiest fucking thing. I lean down, allowing my breath to dust over the shell of her ear for a few seconds before I whisper, “It’s just us. Don’t hide your noises. I want to hear how every little touch makes you feel. Be loud, Spitfire.”

My fingers finally reach the apex of her thighs, and I feel the heat radiating off her. My finger dips between her folds. She’s fucking soaked. It makes me feral knowing the reaction that I cause in her, knowing that she’s this wet from thinking about me. I circle her clit, and she moans.

“Good girl, tell me how you feel.”

Her head falls back, and her mouth drops open. I apply more pressure, and she arches her back as another moan leaves her. She’s so fucking responsive. I love it. My fingers dip lower. Finding her entrance, I tease her with one finger before slipping in a second. She rides my hand, bucking her hips with my movements. She reaches out and grabs the front of my shirt as she bites her lip so hard I fear she might draw blood.

The heel of my hand finds her clit, and she moans. “I’m close, so close.”

“Good girl. Tell me what you need.”

“More, I need more,” she mewls.

“My needy girl. You want more?”

Her eyes meet mine, and she nods. I pull my fingers out and add a third, her back arches and she moans my name. I kiss her neck and nip it before licking the spot. She arches her head, giving me more access. I pull her earlobe between my teeth, and she clenches around my fingers. She’s close.

“Yes, Grayson,” she calls as I pick up speed.

Her head thrashes side to side, and she clenches tighter around my fingers.

“Come for me, Spitfire. Soak my fingers the way I know you want to soak my cock.”

That does it. She comes, her back arching off the blanket as she grasps my shirt tighter and calls my name. I remove my fingers, and when she comes down from her high, she looks at me and I stick my fingers in my mouth, licking off every last drop of her orgasm. She’s the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever tasted. I moan loudly as I clean my fingers. After a few seconds, shock fills her face as she registers what we just did.

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