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“Thank you for making me squirt so often then,” Cara says sweetly.
Iliterallychoke on my tongue, coughing like mad. Jamie huffs a breath and gets up, stomping off towards the poolhouse.
I start to go after her but Cara puts her palms gently on my shoulders and shakes her head.
“I got this,” she says softly.
She pauses, gives me an opportunity to ask her not to go, because I know whatever she’s about to do probably isn’t good. But if it means Jamie will be off our back for like, forever, then I give her my blessing.
I nod. She tosses her hat on the lounger and waltzes off after Jamie. My eyes are glued to her ass, sweet and round, cheeks hanging out of her bikini bottoms.
I love you.
They disappear one after the other into the poolhouse, and I run my hands through my hair. My skin prickles with awareness, and I turn around to face the pool again.
Dane is watching me, and even though his face is completely expressionless, I know he’s disappointed in me.
My chest tightens, and I take off across the lawn. I should have taken care of this for Cara. Or better yet, I shouldn’t have let Jamie talk me into having her here in the first place.
Chapter Sixteen
Cara
I fucking see hergame, and it islame.She’s coming up fucking daisies, and I don’t want to waste my summer watching Rich stress out about how to handle her.
Time to snuff this bitch out.
She’s standing in front of the pool house fridge, her hand braced above her head, her hip out, wrap artfully draped around her shoulders. She was obviously expecting Rich to follow her.
“Jamie,” Isay sharply.
She narrows her eyes at me. “Can I get you a drink, Cara? Or do you want my sloppy seconds? That seems to be your preference.”
I stalk straight towards her. She backs up against the fridge, eyes wide, as I step right into her space. Our bodies are almost touching, barely an inch between us, our noses a hair's width apart. Her mouth opens, her beating pulse erratic and pumping so hard I can see it in her neck.
“Clearly you’re in need of a good fuck,” I say, voice low. “I know how hard it is to be around Rich and not have his cock filling you up.”
“What are you doing?” she whispers. She’s nervous, knocked off-kilter, and I close the distance so our nipples are touching, nothing between them but the thin fabric of our bathing suits. I touch her hip with my hand.
She jumps but I dig my fingers into her skin, slide my nose slowly along her cheekbone and over to her ear where I lightly trace the shell with my tongue. Goosebumps rise all over her flesh, her breath coming quicker, shallow, hot on my neck.
“I know how you feel. All you can think about when you look at him is the feel of his hands onyou,” I murmur. I run my palm up her ribs, my thumb brushing the underside of her breast.
She starts to tremble.
“You know how good it feels when he does this…” I pinch her nipple and she yelps, but then I soothe her, rolling it gently between my fingers as her chest heaves in earnest.
“You obsess about the taste of him,” I slide my lips along her jaw and then brush them lightly over her mouth. “You feel like you’re going to die when he isn’t touching you.” I let my hand drift down to the lower half of her bikini bottoms. “When he isn’t kissing you…”
I press my lips to hers, her shock and confusion quickly being won over by lust. I wait patiently, wait for her to relax, and the moment I feel her sigh and part her lips against mine I slip my hand into her bikini and drag my fingers over her slit while I slide my tongue into her mouth.
She’s soaked, slippery and wet and my fingers are coated in her without even having spread her open or sunk inside yet. She groans into my mouth and I find her clit with my thumb and middle finger, start to play with it, roll it around the same way I’m rolling her nipple.
“Oh myGod,”she groans, hips thrusting forward as she tries to escape the feeling. “Fuck, that’s too much—that’s too intense—don’t, Cara—”
But she’s panting, so wet she’s starting to drip onto my palm, and I keep going, slow and rhythmic, watching her whimper and moan and sag against the counter as her body spazzes out from the intense pressure.
“Oh my God, Oh my God, fuck, fuck fuck,” she’s chanting. She looks like she might cry but her nipples could cut glass and suddenly she’s the one leaning forward to kiss me, exploring my mouth with hers and clutching the back of my head, pulling me tighter against her.
