Page 18 of Whiskey Chase
My t-shirt floated up around my waist, leaving my bikini bottoms as my only barrier to him.
I slipped my arms around his neck. The water was deep here on this side of the sandbar. He froze for a moment at my touch and slipped under the water. He came back up sputtering.
I could barely see his face in front of me in the darkness.
“What are you doing, Scarlett?” he asked gruffly.
“Tryin’ something,” I told him. I wrapped my legs around his waist and let him keep us afloat. The water was warm. The dark made us both braver than usual.
I leaned in and pressed my wet mouth to his, anticipating that nice little zing I always felt when kissing a new man.
But a zing wasn’t what hit me. Devlin hesitated for about a whole half-second, and then he was tasting me like I was a buffet of desserts and he was a man starving. His mouth was hard, bruising against mine, and when I opened to whisper “wow,” he entered my mouth as if he owned it. His tongue was strong and sure andhungry.
I plastered myself against him and felt him go hard.Thatto me was power. Devlin kicked his legs to keep us from going under, and I wriggled against his hard-on, wondering what we could get away with under the water.
He fed on me with an unsuspected rawness that made my mind go blank. All I could do was feel. I’d only thought to tempt him, tease him into a response. But this was something I hadn’t expected. I had awakened the dragon, and now he was going to consume me. And I dog paddled along happily to my doom.
Devlin’s hand skimmed up my back and grabbed a fistful of hair, yanking my head back. He pressed kisses along my jawline, my neck. He bit at the strap of my bikini top, and I gasped in shock at the need that had fired up to red line.
I hadn’t anticipated the power of his need and what a shockingly beautiful thing it was. To be taken by him, desperate and hungry?Oh, hell yeah.
I wanted his touch everywhere. I wanted him to brand me in this lake that I loved. To take me in the darkness like we were two night creatures. I wanted to belong to him right here in the water.
“Y’all about done maulin’ each other?” Cassidy asked from the deck.
We were in the spotlight of someone’s flashlight, and there was quite the audience gathered on the decks to watch us.
Devlin’s hands flexed on my waist, just under my breasts.
“To be continued,” I whispered in his ear.
“Get on the damn deck, Scarlett,” Gibson snarled.
I swam back to the deck, and a strong hand grabbed my arm and hauled me aboard. “Careful there,” Bowie cautioned me. “You don’t know him.”
“I know enough of him,” I shot back, feeling rattled. It was hard to go from revved to full brake.
My brothers closed ranks around me—cockblockers—and left it up to Cassidy and June to haul Devlin aboard.
“I think it’s time we call it a night,” Bowie announced.
“You all suck,” I drawled.
“You need to stop foolin’ around and find a nice guy that you can settle down with,” Gibson announced. “Someone we can beat the hell out of, if necessary.”
“Shut up, Gibs. I’m not settlin’ down until—”
“Thirty,” he interjected. “Yeah, yeah. You made Mom a promise. I get it. She didn’t want you to make the same mistakes she did.” He said it like he’d heard it all a million times before.
“I don’t see you all hurryin’ down the aisle. Do I?”
“That’s different,” Jameson said, offering up a rare opinion.
“If one of you assholes says ‘because I’ve got a dick and you’ve got a vag,’ I swear to Christ almighty I will murder you, and they’ll never find your body.”
“Cut us some slack, Scar,” Bowie butted in.
“No. You all need to cut me some slack. You raised me. It’s your fault. So deal with it.”
