Page 11 of Tan Lines & Trouble
Dane grips my chin between his thumb and index finger. “There’s something between us. I fucking feel it and I think you do too. I’m not gonna treat you like some beach bunny. You’re so much more Dots.”
Holy swoon-city.
We spend the rest of the night alternating between getting to know each other again and stealing kisses until the sun rises.
EIGHT
Dane
“Your dad looked good last week when we went to visit. How is therapy?” Thea asks, as she snuggles into my side on the couch. Her hand rests on my thigh, so close to my dick I practically feel her wrapping her hand around it and pumping…
Thea uses the same hand I’m imagining jacking me off to smack me. “Dane, are you listening? I asked how your dad was.”
“Yeah, brah, how is he?” Anton echoes, wagging his brows my way knowingly.
I worried for a split second about the guys accepting her. We’ve always been hardcore with the whole boards before bitches thing, but she had them eating from the palm of her hand in five seconds flat.
Hell, I think they like hanging with her better than they do me.
“He’s getting there. He isn’t really loving the diet changes, but…” I shrug.
Anton grins. “Bet he loves your mama playing nurse though.”
“Dude!” Dots sits up and leans over me to smack him. “You’re talking about his parents!”
I tug her back into my side, loving the way her small body feels pressed into mine. “Thanks babe,” I murmur as I run my index finger back-and-forth over her hip bone beneath the waistline of her shorts. She shivers in my arms. “You cold?” I ask, even though I know she isn’t.
“No,” she whispers back, squirming beneath my teasing touch.
While the past three weeks with Dots have been nothing short of blue-balled-bliss—I think it’s safe to say we’re both ready to take things to the next level.
I meant it when I told her I wanted to treat her right, to do things right; but I’m pretty sure if my dick could, he’d throat punch me. The only silver lining is, Thea is every bit as hard up as me. We’re both walking a wire’s edge between taking it slow and jumping between the sheets.
“What are you two lovebirds up to tonight?” Anton asks as he stands from his chair. “Y’all wanna come to a party?”
I look to Thea, who is shaking her head. “Thanks, but we have plans.”
“We do?” I ask, wondering what they are and when we made them.
She leans in and kisses the corner of my mouth. “Mmhmm, we do.”
“Guess we’re out,” I tell my boys as they both head toward the door. “Catch y’all later.”
Once they’re gone, I turn to my girl. “So, what are these plans?”
She shoots me a devilish grin before straddling me. “This,” she says as she reaches behind her and unties her bikini top. My hands twitch at my sides and my mouth waters as the fabric falls away and her lush, full tits come into view. Her rose-colored nipples are hard and practically begging for my mouth; it takes my all to put the brakes on this thing.
Before I can question her further, her mouth is on mine, her tongue begging for entrance, as she tugs on my hair and grinds down onto my rapidly growing erection.
It takes Herculean effort to pull back from her, but I do. “Are you sure?” I ask, panting as my impossibly hard cock presses against her. I can feel her heat, but it’s just a tease.
Nodding, she brings my hands up to palm her breasts. They feel like heaven as I massage and knead them, testing their weight before rubbing my thumbs across their tips.
She moans when I dip forward and suck one of the pebbled peaks into my mouth. “I want to feel you inside of me.”
“Fuck Dots, you can’t say shit like that.” Because I want to be inside of her more than anything in the fucking world. Even more than I want to place in the Rip Curl Pro.
She moves off of me and tugs on my arm so I’m standing up. “Why not? It’s true. I want to feel you in me, around me, all over me. I want you to wring every drop of pleasure from my body, and then when we’re done, I want you to do it again.” A slight blush colors her cheeks. “Take me to your bedroom.” It’s a demand, not a question.
