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Hey, don’t diminish her awesomeness. Rumor is capable of anything, and if that means I get hot sex with a very talented cabana boy—or girl, well who am I to stifle her? LOL!!!!
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Lucy
You are too much. Seriously, too damn much. Behave.
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Jesse
Yes, mom.
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Scarlett
I want pictures when you have them, Ru. Love and miss you! Have fun and be wild!!
A wide smile slashes across my face and I set my phone in my lap. I love those bitches so much. They’re my people. I rub at the center of my chest, easing the pressure there. It’s a good pang, it reminds me that I have people in my life who appreciate and love me for me, and expect nothing more than the same in return.
“What has you smiling like that?” Mr. Grumpy Pants asks. There’s a cutting edge to his tone. One that leads the cold steel of a blade to run up my spine, eliciting a shiver and a barrage of goosebumps to spread along the back of my neck.
I glance up at him and am immediately pulled into his maelstrom, unable to look anywhere but his mesmerizing pools of amber violently churning. I pull my cheek and bite down on it. Damnit, I should have remembered how easy it is to get trapped in his hypnotic gaze.
“I asked you a question,” he reminds me when words fail me.
“My babes.”
His brows tug together in confusion. “Your babes? Is that a euphemism for something? I swear, kids these days have the weirdest names for things.”
“First off, I’m not a child. I’m twenty-four, and the things I let you do to my body were very adult-like. Second, no, it’s not a euphemism. I call my best friends, babes.” I lift my phone and wave it back and forth. “We have a group chat, and I was checking my messages.”
“Good,” he mutters and then gives his head a quick shake as if he’s trying to dispel his thoughts.
Grabbing the bottle, I measure out a few ounces and toss another shot back—that’s my fourth over the last few hours, not including the tequila he poured in my mouth. I wet my lips as the memory presses into my consciousness. God it was so fucking hot when he slid his hand up and down my neck, coaxing my throat to swallow. I’m half tempted to ask him to do it again.
“What are you thinking about, doe?”
I focus on the thin white scar on his face. “I’m just thinking of the fun things we can do while we're trapped down here.” God, why am I poking the bear?
“My version of fun is not something you're ready for,” he rumbles. “This will never work. We will never work. I have contracts with the women I get involved with, not relationships. Definitely not in the way that I’m sure you’re used to. If you’re looking for gentle, sweet, and romantic, you won't find it here. That’s not me. I’m very particular and have certain demanding tastes that must be met. Indulgences that bring me ultimate pleasure. You’ve only experienced a sliver of the darkness entwined with my raw need. You can’t handle me at my fullest.”
The muscles in his jaw twitch, his fists opening and closing repeatedly as he stalks towards me with predator-like stealth. A torrent of fire blazes in the depths of his beguiling amber eyes; if I wasn’t so damn turned on, I might be cautious … probably not.
“Try me,” I purr.
He closes the distance between us in a flash and slams his palms against the wall behind me, bracketing my head. Using his hips, he spreads my legs open and pushes himself snugly between my thighs where I can feel his arousal. I swallow thickly—his hard and unrelenting stare pierces me as if he’s searching for something. What it is, I’ve not a fucking clue.
He drags his nose from the crook of my neck to that sensitive spot behind my ear, inhaling deeply. “Salt, sea, and lavender,” he mutters, kissing down the column of my throat. “You smell delicious, Bambi. Don’t ever change the fragrance you wear.”
I bob my head, unsure of how to respond to that. I love lavender everything, so I doubt I’ll ever change that, but if I told him, he’d probably twist it around to seem like I’m obeying his command. Fat chance. He can be the boss of me during sexy times. That’s it.
Yeah, right, Rumor.
His lips press against the shell of my ear, he whispers huskily, and my desire soars. “The things I want to do to you—with you, they aren’t for the faint of heart. You are sunshine and light, I am midnight and darkness. When we collide, the sparks will either flare as bright as a supernova or burn us to ashes, I’m not sure which yet.”
Hell if I know. All I can focus on is the way my body ignites at the slightest touch from him. You’d think I was dying from dehydration in the hottest desert with how thirsty he makes me. Damn if he’s not the grandest mirage I ever did see—except, he’s real and oh so fucking mouthwateringly delicious.
