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I’m still red hot, picturing her in that pool, knowing that if I hadn't stopped it, the party would have escalated. And I know exactly how it would have ended. Someone would start getting handsy, maybe one of the girls. It would turn into kissing. The guys would join. The party would move inside. No one would stop it before it turned into an all-out orgy on the living room floor, and she would wake up the next day not entirely sure who she slept with, how many people she let fuck her, or if what they did even really counted as fucking.

And it would go on for years. Again and again.

“I know you were just having fun, but you were acting like your sister tonight, Sunny. And don’t forget, you’re my girlfriend.”

She doesn’t answer, just keeps stomping around.

“I'm trying to keep you from making the same mistakes I did.”

Spinning on her heel, she points a finger up at me. “Oh, like disappearing with your ex out the back to have a smoke? Did you seriously think that was okay?” she screams at me. “They told me she was your best friend’s wife, and you fucked her last year and broke them up. I could see the look in their eyes when you left. They pitied me!”

Shame floods my senses as she yells.

“You’re going to get a lot of looks like that, Sunny! You know what you’re signing up for with me. I didn’t do shit with Diana tonight, and you fucking know it.”

“Well, you know how I felt when I saw you walk out together. But you won’t even let me have a little fun? You think everyone is fucked up like you!”

“Do you understand that I’m just trying to protect you?”

“No, you’re not. Right now, you’re acting like my dad, abandoning me one moment, controlling me the next.”

As she walks away, I snatch her up by the elbow and pull her against me. “I am not your dad, Sunny. Don’t project your daddy issues on me, little girl.”

Shoving away from me, she turns and slaps me across the face. I’m too hot, too wired that I don’t know what I want to do next. The blood raging through my body for her drives me to wrap my arms around her and crush her mouth with mine. She fights me, twisting away until she’s hanging in my arms, her back to my chest.

“You’re too good for me, Sunny. Don’t you see how fucked up I am?”

Her argument cracks in a sob. “I’m fucked up too, Alex.”

“No, you’re not. You’re young, and you have your whole life ahead of you.”

When she finally settles her weight and presses her back against me, I feel her fingers wind with mine. “What happens when we’re at parties alone?”

I don’t answer because I can’t think of things like that.

“What happens when you get bored here, and your friends invite you out?” she whispers.

Pulling her face back toward me, I find her lips with mine, and I kiss her until she stops talking. These are questions that we can’t answer because they will inevitably lead to one of two possibilities.

One: we lie and make promises we can’t keep. I promise I won’t get bored. She promises she won’t let things get out of hand.

Or two: we see things for what they are. This thing between us is temporary. Too fragile to withstand the pressure.

So, I don't let her talk, and she doesn’t fight me. When I lift her bikini top, exposing her tits, I palm the right one, squeezing it hard and thinking about the way the other men stared at her. She whimpers as I pinch the pink bud at the end.

“Do you care about me, Alex?” she breathes as my hands skate down to her thighs.

“You’re all I fucking care about, rain cloud.”

“Show me.” With her head hanging back, her long braid almost touching her ass, my mind registers what she’s asking me. Just to be sure I’m understanding her correctly, I grab the long braid and give it a forceful tug, making her cry out and arch her back even more, driving her ass into my hardening cock.

She wants me to be rough. It’s not that I want to hurt her, but I want to show her how intense my feelings for her are. How my blood boils for her. How the force of my thrusts matches the way she makes me feel every fucking day.

Looking down at her bikini bottoms, her round, supple ass in my hands, I pull the fabric up, revealing one bare cheek. With her braid still twisted around my hand, I rear back and land my palm hard against her ass. She gasps, and tears spring to my eyes.

I feel it. The pain, the excitement, the lust. I feel it all like her skin is mine.

Wrapping my fingers around her throat without squeezing, I pull her back so I can kiss her again.