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I kick off my shorts, the cool air slicing across my cock as I chase after her. I catch up fast. She shrieks when my hands wrap around her waist, and I lift her into the water. Instinctively, she wraps her legs around me. Her skin’s warm under the surface, and soft as hell. I press my lips to her shoulder.
“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur, pulling her in tight, letting her body line up against mine with nothing between us.
She kisses me hard this time, fingers in my hair, her bare chest pressing into mine as the water rises around us. I guide us deeper until we’re weightless, until the waves barely touch our shoulders. Her arms loop around my neck. It’s surreal—floating out here in the dark with her skin on mine, her mouth hot, open, devouring every kiss like she’s starved for it.
“Where’s Jackson?” I ask between kisses, breath ragged.
“With his dad,” she says, voice quieter now. “Aaron’s in town.”
“So you can stay. With me. For as long as you can.”
She kisses me again, nodding. “I can’t believe I’m doing this,” she murmurs, her forehead resting against mine.
“What, this?” I ask, my hand sliding between her thighs under the water.
She gasps, legs tightening around me, hips shifting against my palm. Her cunt is hot, already pulsing with need. “Fuck, Tanner?—”
“You made me come in my pants earlier,” I mutter against her throat. “It’s my turn.”
She whimpers when I slide two fingers inside her, my thumb rubbing her clit in slow circles. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she clings to me, her breath coming in short, desperate sounds. I can feel her tightening around me, grinding down against my hand, body rolling with each wave. Her head falls back. I mouth her neck.
“Let go,” I whisper. “Just let me have this.”
She gasps when she comes, hard, cunt fluttering around my fingers, her body melting into mine. The way she clings to me now makes something break open in my chest.
I lift her higher, her thighs cradling my waist, my cock pressing between us, thick and aching.
“Condom,” she pants.
“Yes,” I say. “Back to shore.”
I carry her through the surf, both of us breathing hard, hands still exploring as we stumble back toward the tent. I grab the towels and wrap one around her, pressing a quick kiss to her mouth.
We duck inside, the zip sealing us into a world that’s just the two of us. The space is small, warm, lined with blankets and pillows I brought because I wanted her to stay. Maybe not like this. But maybe exactly like this.
She drops the towel and lies back on the blankets, hair damp, eyes burning into me. I dig the condom out of the bag and roll it on, watching her watch me. The second I crawl over her, she grabs my jaw and pulls me down for another kiss.
This time there’s no stopping. No teasing. Just her cunt, slick and ready as I press into her slowly, filling her inch by inch. She arches, mouth falling open, her hands gripping my arms as I bury myself to the hilt.
“Fuck, you feel?—”
She moans, wrapping her legs around me, grinding up to meet each slow thrust. I drag my mouth down her neck, her chest, her shoulder, until she’s clawing at me, hips rising to meet mine, breaths turning into broken sounds every time I hit deep.
We find a rhythm fast, urgent, and hot and smooth. I want to make this last, but she’s so tight around me, body clenching every time I rock into her. Her nails dig into my ass, dragging me harder, deeper, and I’m gone. Lost in her taste, her heat, the way she’s whispering my name like a spell.
She comes again, gasping, her cunt pulsing around me, dragging me with her into something hot and devastating.
When we collapse, tangled and panting, her head on my chest, her hand resting on my stomach, I don’t say a word.
I just hold her. And hope she doesn’t run.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Cam
It’stwo in the morning when I hear the door open and close, Tanner’s heavy footsteps dragging through the apartment like he’s trying not to wake the ghosts.
I’m already sitting on the edge of the couch, lights off, TV flickering silently in front of me. He walks past the hallway and doesn’t notice me at first, until I speak.
