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When I don’t, only whimpering, he sniggers.
Cocky bastard.
His fingers leave me, but then he attentively lifts my knees from the dock, my legs bent but in line with his body. He pushes down on the back of my thighs, my feet meeting his chest. And then he feeds his cock into me slowly, looking down between my shins as his cum is forced in and then out.
“Lance,” I moan.
He flicks his eyes up as he smiles down at me. “Yes, darling?”
FOURTEEN
Lance
“Are you cold?”
Scarlet smooths the back of her finger up my side, shaking her head slightly at my question. “Are you?”
I shake my head, working my hand into her hair. We’re lying on the wooden dock—or I am. Scarlet’s naked body is draped over me, just as spent as my own.
“Do you ever masturbate and it’s like the best of the best and then after, feel like utter trash? Like completely drained and not entirely with it.”
I smile, and then a deep chuckle vibrates from my throat, echoing across the lake and surrounding trees. “Don’t tell me you feel like utter trash right now, sunshine. You’ll bruise my ego.”
She sits up, resting her forearms on my ribs as she laughs with me. “Utter trash in the best possible way, I promise. I’ve never felt like this after sex.”
I tuck a piece of loose hair behind her ear, the damp strands a darker lavender than before. “Tell me about all the times you’ve masturbated.”
She relaxes again, her hair spreading across my chest. I can feel her smile on my skin. “Well, I don’t keep count, but I guess if we said once a week at most since I was in my teens, so that’s…”
“That’s seven hundred and thirty weeks from your sixteenth birthday.”
“Really,” she says, surprised. “Why does that sound painful? My poor vagina.”
I can’t help but laugh with her again, our bodies shaking.
“I don’t remember all seven hundred and thirty of them but pick one, and I’ll tell you everything I remember about it.”
I stare up at the clear sky, the stars brighter than I’ve ever seen them. “The one when you got home from the Hamilton Gala and couldn’t think of anything but my face.”
She chuckles some more. “You wish. I slept on the chair in my dad’s room for the night. He had an infection and was sick.”
My smile drops, brows drawing in. The idea of her here alone, curled up at his bedside while we were at the gala, carrying on as if everything were normal. It pisses me off. “Mason and the guys are like family to me, but I can’t help but feel pissed when you tell me that Mason straight-up refuses to help you with this.”
“He doesn’t do it selfishly.”
“No?”
She shakes her head. “He’s afraid.”
“Afraid of what?”
“Losing any more than he’s already lost. I think it’s why he’s grown so close to Nina so quickly. I’m not sure there’s an in-between with him. You said yourself he pulled you in when he met you, gave you a job.”
I think about what she’s said. Outside of the guys and me, he doesn’t let anyone get close. “He’s been with loads of women. Why would Nina be any different?”
I feel her mouth twitch against my skin. “There’s this thing with a pixie. Long story, but when Elliot met Nina, he unknowingly made her something Mason could never forget. He’ll likely make many decisions because of it.”
“What?”
