Dad shoots Clayton a venomous look before he throws a drumstick at him. “Now look what you did. You made her cry.”
I place my hand over my mouth as the drumstick bounces off the bridge of Clayton’s nose and lands on his box of food, which knocks it out of his hand.
He whips his head up, skewering Dad with an unflinching look before turning to the police. “That’s assault. I’d like him arrested.”
I clutch my stomach, laughing at Dad’s crestfallen expression. “Oh God, this is funny.”
And hot. In fact, whenever Clayton takes charge, it makes me hot. Unless it’s me he’s trying to boss around.
“I can’t believe you pushed me,” Maddox yells, shoving Malik away.
“Stop it,” Malik warns, pushing Maddox back lightly.
“Fuck!” I whisper, stepping back as I watch the horror play out in front of us.
Maddox knocks into Mark, who in turn knocks into the officer, both falling to the floor.
“All right, we’re taking you in,” the smaller officer announces, reaching for Dad.
“No. This is what he wanted. Don’t you see that?” Dad yells, running from the police.
“This is not going to end well,” Hope mutters.
“I think Mark is going to be sick,” Clayton claims.
I wince as the cop finishes lifting Mark to his feet, only to be covered in vomit. The cop tilts his head up, taking a breath before turning Mark and cuffing him.
The one chasing Dad around the fountain calls in for help while the other tries to detain Maddox.
“What did I do?” Maddox yells.
“We should go,” I grumble, taking another step back.
“Are you going to leave them to get arrested?” Clayton asks, his jaw dropping.
I arch an eyebrow at him. “I didn’t survive my childhood by standing by. Trust me, they’ll take us in, and I don’t know about you, but I don’t want to spend the night in a cell.”
“And they’ve not been arrested. They’ll just keep them overnight,” Hope explains. “Although Mark is going to have a cleaning bill in the morning.”
“Does this mean we can go the library?” Charlotte asks, grinning ear to ear.
“Let’s go see what’s at the cabin.”
“Hey, you can’t leave us,” Dad yells, struggling to get up from the floor where the cop has him pinned down, but his attention is pulled away to his box of food that’s close by. He reaches over with his free hand, grabbing a drumstick.
“I knew you’d get us arrested,” Maddox growls, glaring at Dad.
“Bye. See you in the morning,” I yell, before taking Clayton’s hand and running in the direction that leads back to the cabins.
*** *** ***
“I’m tired,” Charlotte grumbles. “But I really wanted to go on a bear hunt. There’s so much land here.”
“We don’t have bears,” Hope explains, holding her close.
“We have wild cats. We could go find some of them.” She yawns, gazing at Hope.
“We’ll see you tomorrow morning,” I comment, grimacing at the pain in my feet from all the walking.
“Night, guys,” they croak, reaching the door to their cabin.
“My feet are killing me,” I moan, gripping Clayton’s arm.
“Jump on my back,” he offers, stepping in front of me and bending down. When I don’t move, he straightens, facing me. “What?”
“Have you seen my skirt? I’d be flashing my arse to every Tom, Dick and Harry. I have a great arse, but that doesn’t mean I want everyone to see it.”
Laughing, he steps forward, pulling his jacket off. “Jump up front. I’ll cover your great arse with my coat.”
I grin, placing my arms around his neck and heaving myself up, before wrapping my legs around his waist. The cold hits my bare arse as my skirt rides up to my waist. “I knew you liked me.”
He groans as he holds his coat over my arse. Clearing his throat, he says, “Do I need to worry your dad is going to kill me tomorrow?”
“He’ll be too sore over you getting him arrested. Malik, on the other hand, is going to be pissed. But not to worry, we’ve messaged Mum and Aunt Harlow to get them in the morning.”
He shifts me up higher on his body, his hand dropping the jacket a little, causing his hand to slip onto my bare arse. “Sorry,” he croaks.
My clit pulses as it rubs across his abdomen. I bite my lip, concerned that when I get down, he’ll see how turned on I am.
I run my finger along his temple, unable to look away. “Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”
Every neuron fires, every skin cell tingles, and the hairs on the back on my neck stand on end as electricity passes between us.
His lips part as his lids lower, pooling with desire. “Hayden,” he whispers hoarsely.
“Clayton,” I murmur, clenching my thighs around him.
“Fuck it!” he growls, marching us off the path and to the side of a building, into the shadows where we can’t be seen.
“Clay—”
His lips mesh with mine, his tongue teasing mine as he presses me against the wall, his jacket forgotten.
He places a possessive hand on my cheek, tilting my chin up to deepen the kiss, before pulling away and kissing along my jaw and across my neck.
“I shouldn’t be doing this,” he whispers, dousing some of my arousal. “I’m your boss.”
“No one has to know. What happens here can stay here,” I partially lie. I might be able to say the words but meaning them is something else entirely. For the first time since I started being intimate with men, I’m unsure how to separate my feelings.
“As soon as we leave, it has to stop,” he breathes out, peppering kisses along my neck as I undo his belt, ignoring the sting of the buckle catching on the inside of my thigh.
“Here?” he asks, inhaling sharply.
“I want you. Call this an appetiser.”
I feel him reach around before hearing a rustle. He leans back, keeping me pinned to the wall by his lower half as he pulls a condom out of his wallet, then drops the wallet on the floor.
“Maybe we should go back to the cabin before someone hears or sees us,” I murmur, even though my body thinks differently as I undo the button on his jeans and unzip him. “Or not.”
I can’t keep my lips off him, flicking my tongue against his as he struggles to get the condom on.
Cold fingers slide up the inside of my thigh and into my thong, his fingers slipping between my legs.
I moan into his mouth, tightening, trapping his fingers inside of me. I can feel how wet I am, how turned on I am.
Unable to resist any longer, I bite his bottom lip, sucking it into my mouth. “Fuck me!”
In a rush of movements, he slides his fingers out of me, moving his hands around to my arse as I reach between us, pumping his dick once, twice, before lining it up at my entrance.
The beat of my heart echoes in my ears as I scan our surroundings, wondering if anyone has spotted us or can hear us.
He slips inside of me with one rough thrust, covering my mouth with his when I moan in pleasure. He’s big, and the sensation has me closing my eyes as spasms shoot through my body.