Page 48 of One Little Mistake
“Spin me back around, East. Hurry up,” I demand. Sparing half a second to glance down, I see him lick his lips just as I lean forward again. Holy shit. If his nose hits my clit one more time, I might come right here in front of a thousand people.
“Take them down!” Colton’s laugh brings me back to the present just as my competition grabs at my left arm.
Easton’s hands on my ass are doing nothing to help the situation, either.
“You have to unhook your legs, Locket.” At least, that’s what I think Easton says. It’s hard to tell because his face is buried in my pussy. The vibrations of his voice make my legs tremble. “Fuck me,” he growls, and I give up.
“Stop, stop talking, Easton.” I’m on sensory overload. The girl across from me gives a celebratory cheer too early, and I lunge at her.
Easton grumbles something, and I see stars. How the fuck can I be this close to coming? Our competitors topple over with a final push, and I throw myself back, taking Easton into the water with me. Somehow, he never loses contact, and when we break the surface for air, we’re face-to-face.
“That was…”
“Uh-huh.” I can’t catch my breath.
“You were close.”
I swallow in response as he leans down to whisper in my ear.
“I’m not going to push you, Lexi, but I will never agree that we were a mistake. And I’ll never forget the way you smell. Fucking delicious.”
Even the cold water can’t cool me off now. In another life, I would have been dragging this man to my room and done every wicked thing I can think of. But I’m not that woman anymore. Easton Westbrook deserves a woman who can give him a future. One that’s whole, and that’s not me, so I push away from him and swim to the edge of the pool.
“Yes, Lexi-con. You’re amazing,” Colt cheers as he offers a hand and helps to haul me out of the pool.
Even though I don’t want to, I glance back at East, who hasn’t moved from his spot in the pool. He shakes his head sadly, and I know I need to get away.
“Glad I could help, Colt. Listen, I’m going to get ready. I’ll see you in the suite.”
“Sounds good. What’s up with East?”
I don’t dare turn, so I shrug my shoulders. “Not sure. See ya.”
Colton chuckles, but I grab a towel and hurry away.
Walls, Lexi. You have them for a reason. It’s time to reinforce them before you get hurt again.
* * *
An hour later, there’s a knock on my bedroom door.
“Lexi? Can we talk?”
What is it with this guy?I’ve never known a man who wanted to talk as much as Easton Westbrook.
“I’m getting dressed,” I lie. “What do you need?”
“You,” he says it so softly, I finally convince myself it was wishful thinking.
“East? What did you need?”
There’s a soft thump on the door, and then the light that was filtering in under it goes black. Dropping to the ground, I almost laugh when I realize he’s sitting outside of my door. Again. Sliding over, I sit, too.
“Is this our thing, East? Sitting on opposite sides of doors?”
“It’s the only time you’ll talk to me.”
He’s not wrong. Maybe I feel safer with a barrier.
