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Quinn points his tongs at Reid. "Take that back."
Reid crosses his arms over his chest. "I'm not takin' shit back."
"What are they fighting about?" Bellamy asks, making me giggle.
I turn to my right, where Gabriel and Blake are standing. "Es estúpido." Gabriel shakes his head.
Blake glances at me and smirks.
I turn back to Bellamy. "It's tradition."
She gives me a bewildered look. "Tradition?"
"Yeah." Blake jerks his chin toward the two men arguing about barbeque. "Every year, Reid and Quinn try to outdo each other on the grill, and each year they make us pick a winner."
"Whose turn is it to win this year?" I ask him.
He grins. "Reid."
"Wait." Bellamy holds up a hand. "How do you know who the winner is if you haven't tasted the food yet?"
"We alternate who wins each summer. This time it's Reid, and next summer will be Quinn's turn." Blake shrugs. "Keeps the score even."
Bellamy laughs. "Do they know you all pick the winner in that order?"
"No fuckin' clue," he chuckles.
She giggles and paddles back over to play with the little kids. Holding out a hand, Blake pulls me to my feet. He runs his finger along my bikini strap, then over the top of my nipple, causing my skin to prickle. "Like your bathing suit, babe."
My swimsuit is a simple two-piece lavender number I found while shopping with Bellamy and Scarlett the other day. Bellamy found it and said it reminded her of my hair. "Thanks," I say in a hushed voice. Blake's pupils dilate, and his nostrils flare as he takes in my erect nipples. I tug on his belt loops, pulling him flush against my body. A gasp escapes my lips when I feel his erection against my stomach. We search each other's eyes, and I know he's thinking the same thing as me. "Let's go." Blake grabs my hand, and I run to keep up with his long strides as he leads us inside.
"Hey, brother," Sam tries to say to Blake, only to be cut off when Blake barks out "later" without breaking stride. Behind us, I can hear several women's soft laughter. When we reach my bedroom, Blake kicks the door shut, and I have no time to react before he's on me. "Bikini off, on the bed, and spread your legs wide for me," Blake orders.
Not wanting to deny my man anything, I strip out of my bikini and sit on the edge of the bed. His gaze stays laser-focused on me as I slowly spread my legs.
"Stay just like that. I want your pussy dripping wet for me." Blake removes his cut and hangs it on the hook beside the door. Next, he toes off his boots while reaching behind his head and pulling his shirt off. His abs ripple with each movement as he unbuckles his belt and tugs down his jeans. I watch with hooded eyes as his large cock springs free. I hum in anticipation, pussy clenching at the thought of having his cock inside me.
"This is going to be hard and fast." Blake climbs onto the bed and covers my body with his. He takes my mouth with his, his tongue teasing the seam of my lips. When I open for him above and below simultaneously, he thrusts inside me, and I tear my mouth away from his."Blake,"I cry out.
"Fuck," he says with a raspy growl. "This pussy was made for me."
"Yes," I hiss, meeting him thrust for thrust.
"I need you to get there, baby. Rub your clit for me."
I slip my hand between our bodies until I find my clit. "I'm close." As soon as the words fall off my tongue, my orgasm crashes through me. I throw my head back as white flashes of lights dance behind my eyelids. Blake palms my hip in a bruising grip as he rides out his orgasm. Burying his face in the crook of my neck, he floods my pussy with his release, leaving us both gasping for breath.
"I like hard and fast," I pant.
A few minutes later, I walk out of the bathroom after cleaning up to find Blake fully dressed and slipping his cut back on. "Get dressed. I want to show you something."
Fifteen minutes, I'm on the back of Blake's bike, and we're riding away from the compound. It takes a little while before he pulls onto a familiar road leading to his workshop. My eyes go big when I'm met with a fully-built house frame, and at least a dozen men in hard hats busy at work. We stop, and Blake kicks the kickstand down and cuts the engine. I climb off the bike and whip off my helmet. "You're building a house?" My stomach drops at the thought of not having him around at the clubhouse twenty-four-seven. But in hindsight, I can see why he'd move out now that he has Bellamy.
"Yes," he answers.
I swallow past the lump in my throat and plaster on a smile. "I'm so happy for you. A house will be good for you and Bellamy." I quickly look away, so Blake doesn't see the sadness I desperately try to conceal.
"Baby." Blake grabs my arm and forces me to meet his gaze. "The house is for all of us," he says.
