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“I bet it’s gorgeous and perfect for you,” Fallon says and Cole smirks at me. Why the fuck is he pushing this? I told him Fallon and I weren’t a couple. We’re just having sex. Amazing sex. The best sex of my life.
Fuck, I’m screwed.
Soon enough, we’re all seated around the fire, eating dinner and then roasting marshmallows. Fallon looks happy and relaxed and my heart beats a little faster when I hear her laugh. Day bleeds to night as the sun sets on the horizon, and soon enough the little ones are all rubbing their eyes.
Fallon calls Chase over, says something to him about the sleepover, and he nods. Zander and Sam gather up the kids, and we all say goodnight. Fallon comes and sits next to me. I hand her my beer and she takes a drink.
“Want to go for a swim, or walk on the beach?” I ask even though I’m eager to get her alone.
“Maybe later,” she says with a coy smile. “Right now I want to go back to the cottage.” She stands and gives a teasing shake to her ass as she walks away.
Oh yeah, she wants it, and damned if I’m not going to give it to her.
11
Fallon
As soon as I walk through the front door, Jamie grabs me, and in a move that has need written all over it, he pushes my chest to the wall and pins my hands over my head.
“Just like that,” he says. “Don’t you dare move. Tonight, you’re all mine, and I’m going to make you fucking scream.”
My chest heaves and I breathe hard, loving the way he’s taking charge of my body and our play. I widen my fingers on the wall as his hands slide down my arms, shape my curves and massage my outer thighs. He pushes against me, and his cock is already hard and eager. To know I can do this to him without even touching his body thrills me and fills me with a new kind of freedom.
I whimper loudly at the sound of the door closing and the bolt sliding home as Jamie locks the world out and us in. I don’t believe I’ve ever wanted anyone quite the way I want this man. It’s exciting and scary and different, and instead of thinking too hard on it, I’m just going to go with it. But as he puts his hands on my backside and squeezes, it does make me wonder if he’s really going to follow through with the threat and take me in a way I’ve never been taken before..
My heart picks up tempo. I’ve never been taking like that before, and at the heart of the matter it’s like this—I want to be taken like that, but not by anyone. I want it to be Jamie. Not only would I never trust a man with my body like that, I want him to be my first. He slides his hands around me, and takes a fistful of my breasts.
“I need to fuck these,” he says. “Seeing you in that fucking bathing suit today.” He nips at my shoulder and growls. “All I could think about was sliding my cock between these beautiful tits, riding you hard and coming in your mouth.”
“Jamie,” I say. “I want that.”
“But then this,” he says, pushing his cock against my ass. “So lush and so sexy and when you shake it at me, it fucks me over.”
“Do you mean like this?” I move against his erection.
He growls loudly into my ear. “You want me to fuck your virgin ass, Fallon?” he asks, his voice a low gravelly whisper.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“You sure about that?” he asks as he lifts my sundress, exposing my lace panties. “I might lose my mind and wreck this pretty ass of yours.”
“Wreck me,” I say, even though I know he won’t. No, Jamie is going to take good care of me, that I know. “Take me. Do anything, everything, with me,” letting him know he’s not alone in this insanity between us. This pull, need—intense hunger—that’s always been there, but kept on a tight leash.
Until now.
He spins me around and I catch the intensity in his gaze as his mouth closes over mine. He kisses me hard, deeply, until I’m practically a puddle at his feet. He slides a hand around me and lifts me onto his hips. I link my hands behind his head and move restlessly against his beautiful, fat cock.
“Mine,” he says as he carries me down the hall and into the kitchen.
“Bedroom too far,” he murmurs, and sets me on the counter. “Need you naked. Now.” His face is eye level with my breasts and in one fast move he grips the fabric and rips open my dress. I gasp as the buttons scatter to the floor and honest to God, I’ve never seen Jamie so crazed before.
I love it.
He tugs down my bra, and takes my nipple into his mouth as he tweaks my other one with his fingers. I flatten my hands on the island counter behind me, and lean back, sticking my full chest out even more, offering up everything to this man. It might be emotional suicide. Heck, I know it is. But I’m his. I’ve always been his, whether he wants all of me or not.
“Just like that,” he says and his growl of approval brings a smile to my face. Jamie unleashed is a thing of beauty. He bites down on my nipple, then lick it, turning beautiful pain into glorious pleasure.
“Lift,” he says and smacks my thigh. Bracing my hands, I lift my ass, and he grips my panties and slides them down my legs. He brings them to his nose and inhales. “I fucking love the smell of you.” He shoves my panties into his back pocket and his fingers dig into my thighs to widen me more.