“It’s beautiful,” she said in awe.
“Not as beautiful as you,” I told her truthfully.
“It’s so peaceful here.” Her voice was quiet as if any loud noise would shatter the stained-glass sky in front of us.
“When I’ve had a trying day, watching the sun disappear over the horizon always settles me and reminds me of how little I am compared to the rest of the world. It’s a daily reminder I look forward to.”
Turning to look at me over her shoulder, Abbi’s gaze zeroed in on my mouth right before she leaned back and pressed her lips to mine. It was feather-light, and I let her take control. If I had the reins, I would have stripped her bare on the sand and slipped inside of her without a care about who saw us.
Her tongue darted out, and I couldn’t help but suck it into my mouth and swirl my own with hers. Fuck, she tasted better than anything I’d ever sampled before. One hand clutched my shoulder as the fingers of her other hand scraped up the side of my neck and tangled into the hair at the base of my skull. With one little tug, she had me moaning into her mouth and grinding my cock against her back to try and alleviate the ache that had settled there during dinner.
Breaking away, Abbi stood, and I thought she was going to run away. Instead, she turned and straddled my legs. Her core rested against the zipper of my cargo shorts. I could feel the heat through the fabric of both our clothes. Her arms wrapped around my shoulders as she tilted her head to the side and nibbled up the column of my neck. With each graze of her teeth, I thrust up into her hot center.
My hand slid down her side until my thumb could press against the zipper of her shorts. Abbi started to move up and down, making sure my thumb hit her in the right spot over and over again. Her movements became hurried and jerky.
“I want you,” she moaned. “I wish we weren’t in public.”
“Me too, baby girl. If you had a skirt on, I’d pull those soaked panties to the side and slip inside of you and let you ride me until I filled you with my cum.”
“Yes,” she moaned. Her mouth latched onto the skin just under my ear as she stilled in place.
My thumb pressed harder and rubbed faster and faster, the more her body tensed against mine, and her arms squeezed me tight. I knew by the time she was finished, I’d have a nice-sized mark on the side of my neck, but I didn’t care. In fact, I loved that she was marking me, claiming me as hers, even if it was subconsciously.
As her hands began to slip down my arms, Abbi laid her head on my shoulder. Her hot breath fanned against the sensitive skin she’d sucked on. “From now on, I’m always going to wear a skirt when I’m around you.”
Holding her tighter, I watch the last remaining rays of the sun slip from the day. “I like the sound of that. Why don’t we get out of here before we get arrested for indecent exposure or worse?”
Chapter Nineteen
Abbi
Jenner pulled me hastily down the beach. I laughed as he zig-zagged through the crowd that had formed at the restaurant, waiting to get a table. He all but pushed me into the SUV and slammed the door, barely missing my leg as I pulled it inside the car. As he rushed to his side, Jenner tripped and went down right in front of the SUV. Before I could get out to check to see if he was okay, he jumped up and was climbing in the car faster than I could blink.
I couldn’t help but think it was slightly endearing how much he wanted to get into my pants. It was probably close to how much I couldn’t wait to feel the weight of his body on top of mine.
His right hand came to rest on my knee for only a moment before he started to rub tiny circles on the inside of my thigh. With each graze of his fingertips over my denim-clad leg, I wanted to jump across to the other side of the car and grind myself all over him. Instead, I squirmed in my seat with my hands underneath my legs in an attempt to keep us safe on the road. What happened out on the beach only minutes before had ignited something deep inside of me. My libido was on high after being turned off for the last two years.
Having not lived in the LA area for long, I had no idea how long it would normally take to drive from Malibu to Beverly Hills, but I was sure it wasn’t the thirty minutes it took Jenner to get to his house. I wasn’t sure how he didn’t get pulled over.
As we passed through the gate of the neighborhood, his hand slowly slid up my thigh until it grazed the seam of my crotch. I wanted to feel those fingers against my now slick slit.
I was ready to jump out of the car and jump on Jenner the moment he parked.
When he removed his hand and banged them both on the steering wheel with a loud yell, all lusty thoughts evaporated.
“Are you fucking kidding me? What’s she doing here?” Jenner banged the back of his head on his headrest. It was then I noticed a white car sitting in the driveway. Jenner jabbed at the button to open the garage door with enough force that I was surprised he didn’t break his finger.
Leaning over, I rested a hand on his bicep. The muscle jumped under my touch. “Hey, it’s okay. We have all the time in the world.”
“Tell that to my dick. If it doesn’t get some real relief soon, I swear it’s going to fall off,” he groused.
“Saying things like that doesn’t make me want to help you out. In fact, it sounds like you only want me because I’m the only person you can dip your wick in.”
“Oh, no,” he groaned. His head listed to the side and his eyes pleaded with me to listen to him. “It wasn’t meant to be like that. I haven’t hidden the fact that I want to fuck you, but it’s more than that. You can’t tell me you weren’t feeling it up until now.”
“I was feeling it. That’s why I said we have plenty of time. Now tell me who the car belongs to.”
“Catherine, the boner killer.” He said it in such a pained way, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Let’s see what she wants, and maybe you’ll still get your happy ending to the day.”
“Really?” he asked, hopefully. It was cute how easily he perked up.
“We probably shouldn’t leave her waiting much longer.” I didn’t know if Catherine was here to see Jenner or me, but if she showed up without calling, it couldn’t be good.
Stepping out of the car, she was waiting at the opening of the garage with her hands on her hips and a deep frown on her face.
“Catherine, so good to see you. What a surprise.” I put on my best smile as I opened the door that led into the house and waited until she stepped inside before I followed. Turning to look over my shoulder, Jenner sat on the hood of the SUV with his eyes trained on my ass. “Stop looking at my ass and get in here.”
Walking inside, I found Catherine sitting in one of the leather chairs and was about to take the one across from her when Jenner wrapped an arm around my waist and brought me over to the couch catty-corner from her. Pulling me close, he threw his arm around my shoulders and let his hand dangle. Every few seconds, a finger would brush against my breast, shooting tingles down to my core.
With raised brows, she crossed her legs and looked at us expectantly. When we all continued to stare at each other, Catherine rolled her lips before she spoke. “Is there anything you want to tell me?”