Page 42 of Hot Summer Nights

Chloe sucks in a sharp intake of breath and I rest my head against her chest, gritting my teeth as I try to stop from coming already. My lips find her nipple again and I suckle on one and then the other as Chloe whimpers above me.

“Knox, please,” she begs and I groan.

Sweat breaks out on my forehead and I mutter a curse as I do my best to take things slow. When her hips start to move with mine, begging for me to give it to her harder, faster, I snap.

“Oh god, Knox!” Chloe cries out as I take up a hard, punishing rhythm.

Chloe’s moans grow louder until it’s like a symphony just for my ears. I can already feel fireworks starting at the base of my spine. My balls grow heavy with seed, and I know that I’m close to coming already. I need to make this good for her though.

I reach between us, my fingers finding her clit and rubbing over the sensitive nub in short, tight circles. Chloe cries out at the contact, her pussy walls clenching and pulsing around my thick cock.

“Fuck, Chloe, fuck,” I chant, closing my eyes tight.

My pace grows erratic as we both race toward our peaks.

“Knox,” Chloe cries out and it’s the only word on her tongue as she starts to come apart under me.

I bury myself deep inside of her as I find my own release.

“Chloe, fuck,” I grit out as my cock jerks and I come deep inside of her.

I kiss her softly, gently, as we both try to catch our breaths.

“That was…” she says, dazed.

“Mind blowing,” I supply and she nods.

She holds out a hand to me, and I take it, sliding into the bed beside her. My arms wrap around her and I hold her tight against me as her breathing evens out.

Soon, I know that she’s asleep and I smile, burying my nose in her hair and breathing her in. She smells like me now and I like it.

I want to wake up every morning like this and fall asleep with her curves pressed up against me. Thanks to our bet, I’m going to get it.

I close my eyes and fall asleep with a smile on my face.

TEN

Chloe

Five Years Later…

“I can’t believethat you did all of this. It’s too much,” I say as I turn to smile at my husband.

Knox grins at me, wrapping his arms around my waist and tugging me against him.

“It’s never enough. Not for you. I wanted to make our anniversary memorable.”

We’ve been married for five years now. Knox didn’t waste any time in putting a ring on my finger and a baby in my belly. Part of me loves that he had to tie me to him in every way. Knox assures me that it wasn’t fast for him. He had been planning our life together for months before he brought me to Bora Bora.

Our wedding was a small affair on the beach in California, with only Elodie and Hayes in attendance. My parents were upset that they weren’t invited and even more upset that they didn’t get to plan some big elaborate affair. Neither of us wanted the high society crowd to attend though.

I haven’t spoken to my parents much since. They don’t interact with their grandkids much. They send gifts and the occasional card. I’m not surprised. They were never really hands-on parents and it would have been strange if they acted differently toward their grandkids.

“We should call Elodie and Hayes and check on the kids,” I say as Knox starts to kiss my neck.

“I already did,” he says, pulling out his phone and showing me the string of text messages.

There’s a picture of Malcolm and Mallory both grinning alongside their Aunt Elodie and Uncle Hayes.

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