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“You’re going to make me come, sweetheart.”

“I thought that was the idea,” she said, her tongue darting out to swipe at her lower lip.

He took her chin between his thumb and index finger and kissed her roughly as he kicked his jeans off and knelt in the grass beside her. “I want to be inside your sweet cunt when I come,” he said, his other hand moving between her legs again, teasing her. She was even wetter than before, her inner thighs slick with her need. “Want this pretty pussy to take all of me, city girl. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

He tumbled her into the grass, sliding into her heat in one smooth stroke until he was fully seated. She gasped at the intrusion, her nails scrabbling at his thighs even as she tilted her hips towards him, silently asking for more. He’d give her more. He’d give her everything, all he had to give, all she was willing to take.

“You were amazing today,” he said as he moved in long, slow strokes.

“When?”

“When you were practicing.” He cursed and hiked her knee up over his hip, slipping in deeper. “The way you moved.”

“Jo’s modeling tricks,” she panted.

“No. It was all you.” He let his thumb wander to the place between them, pressing gently against her clit. It pulsed beneath the pad of his finger as he continued to fuck her. “You were so confident. So…you.” He groaned at the memory paired with the flutter of her internal muscles. “I wanted to take you right there. Standing in a fucking house of God and all I could think about was pumping you full of my cum.”

“Yes,” she gasped, arching her back as her thighs began to shake, the telltale signs of her orgasm rising to the surface.

“You like that idea,” he marveled, his own release gathering at the base of his spine.

“Yes.”

He’d never tire of hearing her say it, of the little cry at the start of the word, the burst of air at the end.

“Come for me, city girl. Come for me now.”

She threw her head back and gasped his name as she came, her body clamping down on him in rhythmic pulls that pushed him over the edge after her. His climax raced down his spine, electricity searing through his thighs and groin as he came in long, endless spurts that stole his breath, his vision going white at the edges with the pleasure of it.

As soon as he was done, he fell on his forearms between her spread thighs and parting her with his thumbs to see his own release pooled at her opening. Some primal, feral thing hummed through his blood at the sight, the overwhelming need to claim her spurring him on. Using two fingers, he pushed the errant drops back inside her, latching his lips to her clit. His own taste mixed with hers as he urged her towards another orgasm, this one fast and hard. She came with a cry, her hands fisted in his hair, and he knew he’d never tire of this, of her.

Crawling back up her body, he gathered her against him, her limbs loose, her lips turned up in a lazy kind of smile. The knit blanket from the Adirondack chair was the perfect barrier from the growing chill in the air and he held her against him as he murmured in her ear how beautiful she was, how perfect she was for him. She wiggled her ass against his groin and parted her knees to make room for him to slide his half-hard erection inside her again, to rest in her heat as they had done so many times since she’d come to Aster Bay.

“I think I’m going to like being your girlfriend,” she said sleepily. He smiled into her hair, holding her impossibly closer. “Can we stay out here a little while longer? I want to stay like this, with you, and watch the stars.”

He kissed her shoulder. “Yeah, sweetheart. We can stay like this as long as you want.”

Chapter Twenty-One

Gavin:Ethan, why are you dodging your mom’s phone calls?

Ethan:What are you talking about?

Gavin:My mom said your mom said you haven’t called her back in over a week.

Jamie:This wouldn’t have anything to do with not wanting to tell her about a certain someone staying in your guest room, would it?

Baz:Like she’s really staying in his guest room.

Ethan:I’ve been busy.

Gavin:Too busy to call your own mother?

Jamie:You better call her soon. Tessa’s been stalling when she talks to her but at some point she’s going to forget and say something about Hannah.

Ethan:I’ll call her while Hannah’s getting ready for the premiere tomorrow.

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