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“You need to put some sunscreen on before you burn,” Wrench warned as he made his way across the sand.
I cringed. He was right. My skin was silky and pale, too long under this heat and I was going to be a fucking lobster. “Shit! I did Harlyn before we left but forgot about me.”
I stood up, plucking my bag from the ground and hunting around inside until I found the bottle of sunscreen I knew I’d stashed inside. When I turned to sit back down, I noticed Wrench was now occupying my vacated seat. As I moved to sit on the chair next to him, he grabbed my hand and pulled me back.
“Sit down, I’ll do your back and shoulders.” His words, while innocent, had my blood rushing to a million different parts of my body. Okay, maybe not a million, maybe just one. Hence why my clit was suddenly beating to the same rhythm as my heart, and no doubt it wouldn’t be long until my bikini bottoms would have a small patch of wetness soaking through for all to see.
I stalled for a second, his hand around my wrist not allowing me to escape, the same hands that I was now imagining moving across my body. My shoulders, my back, my waist, his fingers digging into the muscles as he massaged the cool liquid into my hot skin.
“Sugar,” his soft growl startled me back into reality, and I jumped. With my eyes clearing from my daydream, I was finally able to bring his face into focus. He looked up at me with an intensity that I couldn’t even explain. His shoulders pulled back, his eyes narrowed and his jaw clenched, almost as if I had projected my imagination up onto some big screen for him to see. “Can you just sit down, woman?”
He tugged my hand, and I went with the movement. He straddled the long lounging chair and positioned me between his legs, the both of us facing out to the water. There was plenty of room for the both of us, with the chair having a long seat where you could lay down and sunbathe, exactly what I planned on doing as soon as my skin was protected from the heat rays.
“This is gonna be cold,” Wrench warned as I listened to him squirt some of the liquid into his hands and then cap it again.
I straightened my back and clenched my eyes closed. “Holy shit!” I yelped as he placed both hands on my shoulders and began rubbing in circles. His deep chuckle annoyed me like he was getting pleasure from tormenting me. It wasn’t just the liquid that was cold, the water had cooled his skin, but the more he moved his hands across my hot skin, the more we both seemed to find an odd balance between the two.
I looked up and across the small pond to see Ham helping to push Harlyn up onto the small platform that floated out in the center, it wobbled and bounced around under the weight of her little body as she made her way to the edge.
“Jump!” Ham urged her, holding onto the side.
She looked over at me and raised her hand in the air, waving it maniacally back and forth before pinching her nose with her fingers and leaping into the air. The water burst around her little body, flying into the air as she hit it while curled into a ball.
Wrench laughed softly under his breath as his hands continued to glide smoothly across my skin. “She’s a daredevil.”
I waited until her little head popped up out of the water, her cheeks spread wide with the most beautiful smile as she swam back to Ham. Then I took a breath and allowed it to fill my aching lungs. “It still makes me nervous… sometimes she just scares the hell out of me with this whole fearless behavior. But I can’t bring myself to complain or fight her on it because it just makes her so happy.”
“You’re a great mom,” he commented, his words soft and more meaningful than I even think he intended. “A lot of them would be screaming at her, or constantly floating around her like one of those helicopter parents.”
His thumbs moved in between my shoulder blades, and he pressed down with just enough pressure to hit the muscles and draw a soft groan from my lips.
“Jesus,” I whispered, partially embarrassed but mostly mentally begging for him to do it again. I was never one to go out and spend money on things like massages, it always felt too personal to have someone touching my body in that way. But with Wrench. Fuck! His hands felt damn perfect.
His fingertips drifted lower, tracing down either side of my spine. I arched my back and unconsciously let my head hang back as he performed his magic.
“You ain’t ever had anyone touch you like this before?”
My skin flushed, but I couldn’t bring myself to move away, my body desperately pleading with him to explore even further. “I usually put my own sunscreen on,” I joked, pulling my lip in between my teeth as he hit the base of my spine and pressed his hands outward. “Fuck me,” I whispered, inhaling sharply.
Wrench’s low growl in my ear made me gasp, his mouth now directly beside my ear having completely abandoned the sunscreen. “Anyone ever tell you not to say things you don’t mean,” he whispered, the bristles on his chin brushing against my neck and sending a shudder through me. His hands moved to my hips, gripping them tightly and pulling my body backward until my ass was pressed against his front, and it was obvious in that moment just what those two words had done to him. I tried to pull my legs together, scared that it may be just as obvious what his touch was doing to me. But before I could, his rough hands grabbed my thighs and held them captive.
“Wrench,” I hissed, my eyes nervously flicking out over the pond finding Ham and Harlyn had swum all the way across the other side and were walking along the cliff side picking wildflowers.
“Lean back,” he demanded before his lips pressed to my jaw.
I shouldn’t.
No.We shouldn’t do this.
He would get into trouble, and Op would lose his mind at the both of us.
My heart raced faster as he ground his hips forward, the length of his cock pressing in between the cheeks of my ass, the only thing separating the two—his swim shorts and my skimpy bikini. Yet, I fucking wished they weren’t.
His hand skimmed over the top of my thighs, and before I could object, swept over the front of my bikini bottoms, nearly making me shoot straight up in the air as he made contact with my swollen clit.
“I said, lean back, sweets,” he ordered, this time slightly sterner and with a little motivation. I could already feel my bikini bottoms becoming wet as he continued to swipe his fingers over them, teasing and taunting me. “I really want to have a taste.”
Wrench’s other hand came around my shoulder, pressing his palm against my throat as his fingers wrapped around it. He used it to pull me back, so his chest was pressed against my back. I could feel his muscles, contracting against me as he held me there. He used his thumb to turn my head to the right, his hand holding me there while he stole possession of my mouth. He kisses were hot and harsh and they made my heart race.
