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“It’s about fucking time, Rousseau,”
“You gonna be a mouthy, little tease about this, Gwen?”
“You wanna play that game?” She bites down on her bottom lip. “Yeah, I do.”
“Good. Fuck yourself on my fingers and take that sweater off. I want to watch. I’m sick of those perfect tits being covered up.”
“Yeah, baby. Just like that.”
“Fucking hell. These tits,”
“Good. Come on my fingers. Then I’ll make you come while you ride my cock.”
“Yeah. And then at home. In my bed. In my shower. Bent over the balcony with a view of the lake. God, I’ve dreamed of this ass.”
“Bash, Bash,” she chants before dropping back down and kissing me, slow and lingering. Her hands glide over either side of my neck, her thumbs stroking over my jaw.
“Lose the fucking jeans, Gwen,” I bite out,
“Or what?” she taunts, twisting her grip again and giving me her best bratty look. “Or I’m going to blow all over your hand instead of in your tight little cunt.”
“Leave ’em. I can’t wait. I’ll pull them to the side.”
“I am really regretting this small space because I want to see you from every angle, Gwen.” “Then let’s do this thing so we can try again at home.”
“Fuck, Gwen. Fuck.”
“I love you like this.” “Like what?” she murmurs, entranced. “All mine.” Our eyes meet in the dim cockpit. “I am.” And fuck, it’s music to my ears. “Mine,” I repeat, increasing the speed of my shallow thrusts. “All yours,” she whispers,
“You gonna come for me, baby?”
“Atta girl,” I whisper as I press my fingers to her clit.
“Take. It. All,”
“Oh fuck! Bash!”
“You know I can get into the truck myself,” I say, curving a brow in his direction. He shrugs. “Yeah, I know. But I think I’ve spent enough time not touching you.”
Well, except sex in an airplane with Bash.
“Now you have to tell me your full name.”
“Guinevere.”
“Guinevere,” like he’s trying it on for size. Then he smiles, reaches for my hand, and adds, “I love that.”
“Bash, this is actually so romantic,” I tease. “You planned me a big birthday party? The perpetual bachelor and town loner invited other people to his trash can just for me?”
“Always,” he murmurs, just before a low grumbling sound rumbles in his throat. Then, “But goddamn it, right now I’m really regretting the surprise party. I should walk in there and cancel it. Tell them all to get the fuck out.”
“Yeah, that’s probably true. Can’t be lying to my girl on her birthday.”
points at me before getting out of his truck. “Stay there. Don’t spoil my last chance to touch you before we go in there.”
“Ah, yeah, but the two of you have forged a nice little friendship,” Clyde says. “It’s good for you to get out a bit.”
OMG clyde shhh
“Listen, as far as I’m concerned, nobody else should be looking at you this closely. That’s my job.”
“Are you feeling possessive after one time, Gwen? That’s adorable.”
“You know what’s got me feeling ...
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“Having to stand around all night with all these people here, pretending that you and I are nothing more than friendly acquaintances.
“But do you know the only thing I’ve been able to think about all fucking night, Gwen?”
“The only thing I’ve been able to think about is that I don’t want him so much as looking at what’s mine.” His voice drops to a growl. “It’s driving me fucking crazy, knowing he’s had you.”
“But I really don’t think I can stand the thought of heading back down to that party without knowing how you taste.”
“Hold this, Guinevere. Keep it out of my way.”
“Then you won’t mind if I just…” I drop my head and bite her inner thigh. Hard enough that she gasps. Her fingers flex where they curl into the bunched fabric, her hips thrusting toward me. “Have a taste?” I finish before kissing the red mark my teeth have left behind.
“What are you waiting for, Rousseau? You gonna fuck me or just stand there and stare?” I hold a finger up to my mouth, reminding her to be quiet. “Shh, baby. We’re sneaking around here, remember?”
“Come for me, Gwen,” I murmur, keeping my voice low. “Let me watch.”
“Gwen, baby, I need you to be quiet. You can scream for me later. But right now, I need you to shut your mouth and take this cock like the good girl I know you can be.”
“I’m not going to last long after that little show.”
“I’m fucking obsessed with you. Do you know that?”
“I’m going to fill you up so full, Gwen.”
And it’s the muffled “yes, please” from behind my palm that sets me off.
“Yeah, baby. Just. Like. That,”
“Dear universe, I forgive you,”
“Strikes me that the party just moved up here and no one else was invited.”
For the first time in a long time, I’m happy.
“There,” I announce quietly before coming back to stand. “She’s ready for round three.”
