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“Shh. It’s okay. Relax,” I coaxed her like I would a spooked horse.
She whimpered but tangled her fingers in my hair at the back of my head. Sliding my hands to her hips, I pulled her body up before slamming it back down hard over my cock, eliciting a deep groan from both of us.
“Look out the window, baby.” If I knew Hannah like I thought I did, her eyes were closed.
I could hear the smile in her voice. “You have a thing about windows.”
Tugging her earlobe between my teeth, I continued sliding her body up and down my length. “No. I have a thing about you,” I breathed in her ear. “I like the idea of someone watching, seeing how hot you are, and knowing I am the one who is making you scream.”
Her pussy tightened around my shaft, and my grip on her hips grew punishing as I drove her down onto me over and over again. She was close, and I wasn’t going to last much longer. I wanted—no, Ineeded—her to come again before I let myself explode inside her.
Changing it up on the downstroke, I circled her hips before pulling her up again. With a few powerful strokes like that, she squeezed around me so tightly that I stopped breathing.
“Cal!” My name hung in the air as I chased my own release. Jaw clenched, my balls drew tight, and my climax tore through me with a grunt. I slammed her down on my cock and held her there as I emptied into her tight, hot pussy.
This would never get old.
Chapter 17
Hannah
A beautiful morning inthe Bahamas brought us the company of Amy and Liam for the rest of our Caribbean vacation. I was tired of Jaxon giving me the evil eye over the breakfast table, and their arrival broke the tension.
Declaring a girls’ day, we shooed the boys off the yacht, ready to catch up after a month apart. Amy wanted to know all about what was happening between me and Cal while we got massages in the open air on deck.
“You two must be getting serious for you to bring him on vacation with us,” Amy remarked.
Letting the strong hands of the masseur brought on board knead my stiff muscles, I groaned before I could stop myself, and the girls giggled in response.
“It seemed like a couple’s thing. I didn’t want to be the fifth wheel.” I tried to keep my answer vague.
“So, he’s just your plus one?” She sounded skeptical.
I braced myself, knowing she was going to lose it over my following words. “Well, we kinda determined we were exclusive after I told one of the crew members that he was my boyfriend.”
My comment was met with silence, so I lifted my head to find both Amy and Natalie staring at me wide-eyed.
Natalie spoke first. “Whoa.”
Brushing it off, I countered, “It’s not a big deal.”
Amy wasn’t going to let me get away with that, declaring, “Bullshit. That’s ahugedeal, especially for you. You date guys; you don’t have boyfriends.”
I scoffed. “Like you can talk. You skipped the boyfriend stage and went straight to marriage. Technically, your wedding was your first date.”
Natalie asked, “How many nights a week do you two spend together?”
The answer was damning, I knew that. “Every night.”
Amy was smug. “I want it on record that I knew it all along. He was so hot for you.”
“Oh, it’s hot, all right.”
“Figured as much when you didn’t make it to dinner last night. I had to sit there and listen to Jaxon spitting out doomsday prophecies,” Natalie grumbled.
I shot back, “I’m surprised you didn’t join in.”
Offended, she huffed. “I’m the one who invited you when Lucy backed out, remember?”
