Page 33 of Kylo
Her head fell back on a throaty groan, and I leaned in, teasing my lips and tongue up the column of her neck.
Her hips were frantic then, rocking, rolling, as her breath got tight, strangled.
Sliding my tongue downward, I yanked her cup to the side and sucked her nipple into my mouth.
With that, and one more little rock of her hips, she cried out as she came, her body shuddering hard, her fingernails digging crescents into my shoulders as she held on.
She fell forward afterward, her forehead to my shoulder, her warm breath washing over my skin.
I slid her cup back into place, somehow knowing that the second the post-orgasm clarity came over her, she was probably going to panic and want distance.
My cock ached at not getting to finish what we started. But with the rival gun crew hanging over my head, I knew it was probably better not to have to tell Huck I fucked the woman who might be working with them.
This? This was nothing to him.
It wouldn’t be a lie if he asked if I’d been with her and I said no.
Dry humping on patio furniture was teenager shit.
It was nothing.
Or, at least, that was what I told myself even as my hands drifted up and down her sun-warmed skin.
I could feel the uncertainty creeping through her. Muscles tensed one by one. Her heart, which had started to calm, was hammering against my chest again.
I was trying to think of a way to be casual about it, to calm her anxiety.
Then the fucking sprinklers clicked on.
Ice-cold water shot across Rue’s back, making her squeal in surprise and hop off of me.
A yelp escaped her as another sprinkler head ticked in her direction, splattering her front.
“Cabanas,” I said, hopping up only to get a stream of water in the face.
Uncertainty abandoned, a laugh escaped Rue as we both ran through the minefield of high-powered sprinklers, trying (andmostly failing) to avoid the water as we made a dash for the safety of the cabanas.
She shot me another of those big smiles of hers before she rushed into the safety of her cabana.
I could have followed.
I could have pulled off that bikini top, yanked down her shorts, and buried myself deep inside her like my cock was begging to do.
But instead, I carried myself into the shower, stripped, turned on the tap, and stepped under the spray, taking matters into my own hands, hearing the low echo of Rue’s voice as she, I assumed, called Traeg to tell him I hadn’t murdered her.
I wish I could say I felt better after rubbing one out, drying off, and getting back into my clothes—sans anything under my jeans since my board shorts were still wet—but the fact of the matter was I felt just as desperate to get more of her as I’d been on that damn patio furniture.
Soon, I promised myself. Soon, I would have answers. Then I could take Rue to bed for a week fucking straight.
With that in mind, I moved out of the cabana.
“Is it safe?” Rue asked, peeking out from the crack in the door.
“Yeah, they’re off. You want to order some food and have a tour while we wait?” I asked.
She looked conflicted.
Then, throwing the door open, she exhaled hard.
