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“Uh, Nev?”
We both turned to see the guys staring at us. Their mouths were open. They were hypnotized.
“Don’t stop on our account, ladies,” Clay said with a shit eating grin.
Nev laughed and tossed the sunblock at Clay’s head. I shook my finger at Jace. He looked disappointed as we both lay back and started gossiping, ignoring them completely.
It was just a few minutes later that I felt a shadow looming above us. We looked up and I saw Jace and Clay standing there, blocking out the sun.
Clay had a pitcher of iced tea. Jace had a pitcher of lemonade.
“Iced tea, ladies? Or would you prefer lemonade?”
We shrieked as they poured the drinks onto our chests. I was pretty sure that wasn’t accidental. I stood up, sticky lemonade sliding down my body.
“You…”
Jace grinned at me, slowly setting the glass pitcher back down.
“You wouldn’t hurt a wounded man, would you?”
I narrowed my eyes. Nevada shoved Clay backwards into the pool. I couldn’t do that to Jace though.
“I have other means of… wounding you.”
His face fell.
“Or denying you anyway.”
“Frannie…”
I tilted my head to the side.
“I think I’ll wear sweatpants to bed tonight. Or maybe I’ll kick Clay out and have a slumber party with Nev.”
He looked crestfallen.
“You wouldn’t.”
“Wouldn’t I?”
I sailed past him to the pool house. There was shower in there. I wanted this sticky mess off of me right away.
I turned on the shower, not hearing the door open behind me. I grabbed a clip and pinned my hair back and stepped into the shower.
I felt hands on me, spinning me around.
Jace was naked. Naked and hard. And he looked pissed off.
“You are going to pay for teasing me like that, little girl.”
I swallowed. He made me feel so funny when he talked like that. I watched as he untied my bikini straps on my shoulders. Then the ones on my hips. He picked up a bottle of body wash and squirted some on his hands. Then he slid his huge, callused hands over my chest, soaping my breasts.
I moaned at the feeling. It felt… really good. His hands slipped down over my backside and back up again. He washed my body for a long time, both of us silent.
Both of us too turned on for small talk.
He stepped closer, the soap making our chests slide against each others as he kissed me. Then he growled in my ear.
“Turn around.”
I did as he said. Then he pushed my head down so that I was bent at the waist.
I felt his bare cock against my pussy lips and moaned. It was the first time we’d done anything since his accident. In that time I’d gone on the pill.
I was totally unprepared for how he would feel without a condom.
He pressed forward, sliding into me in one long slow stroke.
I gasped, the feeling of his hot silky skin making my body jump. He stayed there, fully embedded as he reached down to play with my nipples. Then he started fucking me.
Slow, hard, deep thrusts. He felt like a locomotion behind me, driving me forward. Riding me.
Owning me.
He stopped, murmuring something about not wanting to cum yet.
Then he started again.
By the time he was getting close I had climaxed at least four times. I had missed this, as much as he had maybe.
Well, maybe not quite as much.
Behind me he was grunting, sounding like a wild animal. I loved it though. Those sounds… it meant he was wild.
He was wild for me.
I clenched down as I felt those extra tingles that meant he was close.
He chuffed, his hands holding me still as he drove in, pounding me relentlessly.
I felt him erupt inside me, filling me with his seed for the first time without a condom.
Oh my God.
Oh.
My.
God.
He lifted me up, still inside me. Then he pulled himself out of me with a groan.
I turned to face him. His face was serious as he gripped my head.
“Don’t ever deny me again.”
“I won’t.”
“Promise me,” he said, his voice harsh and somehow desperate. He needed to hear it.
“I promise, Jace.”
He pulled me close and rewarded me with a hard kiss. But it was sweet. Not sexual. Possessive.
Chapter Eighty-Four
Jace
The fire crackled as I sat on a blanket with Frannie. Across the fire were Clay, Nevada and a couple of their other friends. I had my arm around my girl.
She felt fucking good.
Even just sitting there beside me, she felt good.
My arm was over her shoulder as we sat there, letting the conversation wash over us. Clay lifted his beer, toasting me. I lifted mine back.
He was pretty cool after all.
For a rich guy.
I thought about the fifty grand I had saved up. Most of it from racing. Frannie didn’t want me to drive anymore.
If I went along with that though, what would I do?
I fucking loved driving. Not as much as I loved her though.
