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“Oh, hello.” A dripping wet Piper smiled at Lara when she returned to the foyer, leaning in to kiss her cheek. “Don’t mind me, I was just coming here to fetch your asshole brother-in-law,” she drawled, narrowing her lake blue eyes at me before darting them back to Lara. “Look away, doll. The singles are at play,” she said, wrapping my arms around her waist and pushing my hands down to her ass. Rubbing up against me, I knew she could feel my hard cock under my jeans. “Jesus,” she breathed in awe before resuming her vixen voice. “Sweetie, there are a lot of things I can do to help you with that,” she whispered just as Jackson came back downstairs to announce his victory in claiming the master bedroom.
I could see the need still blooming in Lara’s cheeks as Piper dragged me toward the French doors. Like a masochist, I looked over my shoulder as Jackson went to her, smoothing his palm over her ass and giving it a squeeze so hard it jerked her whole body. I could hear him telling her to take her dress off before joining us outside.
“Man, if you don’t hit that at least twice a day this weekend, I’m disowning you,” he joked, nodding at Piper when he took the poolside seat next to mine.
Despite feeling my heart slam against my ribs with every beat, I managed to give him a laugh. And despite every muscle in my body aching to touch Lara, I sat back and let Piper straddle me, her wet hair dripping onto my chest as she whispered a million things in my ear that I couldn’t hear over the question I couldn’t stop asking myself. How the fuck am I going to survive this weekend?
Chapter
Five
Lara
You are in so crazy deep.
The thought was meant as practically a compliment to myself. It was our second day in the Hamptons and a full twenty-four hours since I’d begun to really show Jackson affection again. And I could hardly believe my body’s capacity to let him touch me. This was a man whom I was nearly certain was responsible for Gabrielle Winter’s death. Yet I managed to let him hold me in my sleep, rub his morning wood against my ass and climb on top of me in bed. He had gotten as far as whipping his cock out this morning before I faked a headache and claimed an instant need for coffee.
That held him off for several hours, but only because I went downstairs and immediately began making a massive breakfast to feed ten hangovers – or rather, nine, since I hadn’t had much to drink last night. I’d been too scared of downing several shots, freeing my inhibitions and doing something stupid to relieve my sexual need. Because as fucked up as it was, I had found a way to pretend that Jackson’s hands were Jake’s. I was hot, riled up and way too good at make believe. So when Jackson brushed his lips against my neck, I imagined he was Jake. When he draped his arm over my shoulder and stroked my breast, I imagined he was Jake.
And now, as we sat alone in the hot tub, I pretended again that he was his brother. “God, babe, it’s been way too long since I got to feel this,” Jackson murmured, slipping his hand between my thighs and running his thumb over my clit. Shit. I tensed, going quickly from fantasy and pleasure to guilt and reality. This is not Jake, I reminded myself as I felt Jackson slip his fingers into my bikini bottom.
“Jackson.” I held his wrist.
“What?” His tongue swirled around my ear as I squirmed on his lap. “You look so fuckin’ good, babe… you have no idea how bad I need to fuck you.”
“Caleb and Sloane are grilling like, right there.”
“So? I’ve fucked you in a hotel room with Caleb passed out on the couch. I’ve fucked you in public, in the ocean, on a hundred different balconies around the world where I’m sure at least one person was watching, so who gives a shit? You never used to let these things get in the way of our sex life.”
“I also used to be twenty-two,” I said, trying to find a worthy ar
gument.
“Fine.” Jackson wrapped my hand around his shaft and lowered his voice to a lusty snarl. “Then let’s go into our room and fuck in private ‘cause I’ve been waiting forever to feel this tight pussy wrapped around my – ”
“Ah, ah, ah! Stop right there, Jackson Kinsley.”
To my relief, Piper strolled along with a perfect interruption. This time, I welcomed her presence as she clucked at Jackson, holding three margaritas. Jackson cleared his throat and shifted in his seat as she handed two to us.
“Impressive,” he remarked as she got in. “You’ve got some long fingers.”
She grinned as Jake followed. “The better to stroke long, thick objects with.”
Jackson snorted. “And you’re telling me to stop.”
“Well, I didn’t say anything explicit now, did I?”
As he and Piper bickered about who the bigger pervert was, I turned my eyes to Jake. Every line on his hard torso rippled as he peeled off his shirt. A smirk touched the corner of his lips when he caught me staring but he quickly tore his eyes away when Jackson spoke.
“You’ve got a freak on your hands,” he said, nodding at Piper.
Jake laughed. “I figured as much.”
“Hey – ladies during the day and freaks at night. Nothing better than that, right, Lara?” Piper grinned at me.
“Oh, trust me, she’s a freak at every hour,” Jackson smirked. “As long as there’s a bed or something for her to bend over.”
“Jackson!”
