Page 97 of Sour Notes

“He’s very good with his hands, Katerina.” I grin up at her and Swayze growls low in my ear, while my twin pretends to dry heave in the bucket beside him.

Katerina looks positively gleeful. She’s obviously a little dirty minded… considering she winks over at Dimitris before turning back to us.

These two are serious couple goals. They’re obviously still fucking like they did as teens.

“You can tell a lot from how a man works his hands. Good boy, Swayze. I can see you keep your koukla well satisfied. It’s written all over her face.”

Ha. If only she knew.

This time, Swayze chokes on a laugh, coughing right in my ear, thanks to our tangled clay hands. She circles us, slapping him hard on the back, before plucking a glass of wine out of thin air and holding it to his lips.

“Drink, drink.” He swallows a healthy amount of the wine before she brings it to my lips too, instructing me to do the same.

Trying desperately not to focus on Swayze’s face as my lips close over the exact same spot, I sip some of the fruity flavored wine.

He huffs out a breath as Katerina pulls the glass away, and I watch his eyes drop to my mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing as he swallows.

Licking his lips, he brings his fiery gaze back to mine.

For a second, I swear he’s trying to tell me something with those eyes, but in a flash, it’s gone. His thighs tighten around mine, pulsing his still hard cock against my ass, distracting me, making me dizzy with want.

Look away, girl. Now.

Why the hell isn't my neck getting the memo? I’m telling it to turn and face the clay, dammit. The clay our fingers have now tunneled into like we’re digging for buried treasure.

Katerina wanders off, fanning herself with a cloth as she mutters something quickly to Dimitris in Greek. Mine’s a little rusty, but I’m pretty sure she just told her husband that Swayze was trying to impregnate me with his eyes.

“Bro, if you don’t stop eye-fucking my sister, I give zero fucks about slapping you round the head, clay fingers or no,” Nick bites out.

Welp, guess I did hear her right then.

Shifting to tear my eyes away from Swayze’s, I accidentally move too fast and back my ass into his dick, a liiiiiiittle harder than intended.

He mutters a curse, tightening both his arms and thighs around me, presumably to stop me moving again.

“Nailed it,” I snicker, like the ten-year-old I apparently am.

“You’ll pay for that, brat.” He growls, then sinks his teeth into the sensitive flesh between my neck and shoulder, biting down hard enough to send my blood rushing to all the wrong places.

Well, fuck, it was funny when he was sitting here with a boner.

It's not so much now as his bite sends my clit pulsing into freakin’ oblivion.

“Now it’s time to make it wet,” Katerina announces to the class.

One step ahead of you there, lady.

22

SWAYZE

Four hours with Mia sitting between my legs in that little summer dress while we drank wine and fondled—for lack of a better word—wet clay was not my idea of fun.

Unless you enjoy being edged to fuck with no sign of relief and a perpetual boner that just won’t quit.

But if that’s the case, then you, sir, are a masochist, and I tip my hat to you. Me? I prefer to be the giver in that scenario.

If I were edging Mia for that length of time, bringing her close to the brink and not letting her fall… well now we’re talking. And my girl would know I’d always take good care of her in the end.