If Austin hadn’t shown up when he did, things would have been rushed, frantic, hurried. And Em deserves more. She deserves to be consumed, devoured.
Worshipped.
And for that I need time. Three or four hours. Maybe more. I want to touch and taste and explore every inch of her body. I don’t want to rush, or fumble through the motions. She isn’t a ball bitch.
She’s Em.
My world.
I want to bury myself so deep inside her I get lost in her, drown in her.
Treasure her.
I need a cold shower. Or...
“Colt?” Lilly calls out.
That’ll do it. Good as an ice-cold shower. My dick shrivels up and goes into hiding at the sound of her grating voice. Nails on a chalkboard is a sexier tone.
I stick my head out of the tent and see her teetering on her heels. At the freaking beach. Sticking her head in every tent along the way. She has no clue which is mine and I’d like to keep it like that.
While she’s busy looking in the other tents, I sneak out and duck behind ours. Army rolling and crawling along behind all the tents, I keep as low as possible until I can make a run for the beach and find Em.
It’s pathetic and childish, but I’m using Em as my shield. She’ll keep Luana away for the duration of the camping trip. I hope. Damn fruit loop inviting herself because she thinks we’re a thing. I don’t even have her phone number.
I run across the sand, coming to a skidding stop beside Em. She lowers her sunglasses as she peers up at me.
“Hide me,” I whisper and crouch down next to her.
“Why are you hiding?” she whispers back.
“Larissa is looking for me.”
“Jane.”
“Whatever.”
Em giggles. And my chest warms. She doesn’t giggle often. Chicks that giggle are a total turn off. Giggling makes them sound like they’re childish and young. But when Em does it, I warm all over. I get a sudden urge to wrap her in my arms and protect her. She didn’t have much to giggle about growing up, so when I hear that carefree, sweet laugh, I want to hold it and not let it go.
“Stay here with me then.” She sits up and makes room on the towel so I can sit beside her.
I plant my ass right next to her and pluck her book from her fingers. “What are you reading?”
“Colt, don’t,” she cries, reaching across me to grab her book, but I’m too tall, too fast, my arms too long. I hold it out of her reach, laughing as she tries over and over to grab it before giving up.
“Hmmm... I’m more curious now.” I smirk and open the book to the page she was on and read out loud to her.
* * *
It was time to let go. To give in to my wants, my desires. Time to give in to him, because I was his. Always had been, and he could have me any way he wanted.
“You want me?”
“Every fucking way you'll let me have you.”
* * *
“Hmm... Looks like you’re getting to the good part,” I tease.
Em reaches for the book again. “Okay, you can give it back now.”
“No. I want to see which ways he has her.”
Em rolls her eyes, so I continue.
* * *
I gripped his shirt between my fingers and lifted it over my head, dropping it on the floor beside my feet. I'd never been so brazen before, but there was something empowering in his eyes and the way he spoke that told me I could do this.
* * *
“Yes, baby. Take it off,” I say.
“You’re a pig.”
“She’s shirtless, Em. And we know my views on tits.” I lower my eyes to her chest and cop an elbow in the ribs.
“Fine, keep reading.”
* * *
“Fucking perfect,” he said before leaning in and taking one nipple into his mouth.
He swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin, sucking and nipping while rolling the other between his fingers.
And holy hell. It was amazing.
Heat spread through my body and desire pooled in my underwear.
Brock switched sides, giving my other nipple as much care and attention while his hips rocked gently beneath me.
He was all lips, and teeth, and tongue as he kissed and sucked his way up my chest and the column of my throat.
I was all heavy breaths and wet skin as I ground my hips against his, sliding along his length, tugging on his hair, wanting him to kiss me.
* * *
I clear my throat and groan. It’s hot and the desire to pull Em into my lap and tongue the column of her throat while she grinds against my growing erection is strong. I adjust my shorts and attempt to hide the raging boner I’m sporting. “Shit, Em. No wonder you enjoy reading these books.”
“Shut up.” She laughs and slaps my chest, but her eyes darken and her tongue presses against her top lip as she rakes her eyes over me. “Keep reading.”
So, I do.
* * *
My breath trembled in anticipation, and my skin overheated. Brock angled my hips better so he pressed against my center. Pushing my hips back and forth
while slowly shifting his, he slid me along his very hard length, rubbing himself against my clit and teasing my entrance with the tip of his erection.
Back and forth, over and over.
* * *
“Do you think anyone will care if we slip away right now to bring this story to life?” I ask Em, only half joking. If she were to say let’s go, I’d be up and running as fast as I could. I’m so hard, it’s painful. I’ll probably jizz myself the second I see an ass cheek, or under-boob.
“Don’t jump the gun. Keep reading.”
I arch an eyebrow. “Why?”
“Might give you some ideas.” She pulls her lips into her mouth and tries to hide her smile.
“Has it given you ideas?”
“There are things I’d like to try one day.” She nods, and I pull open the book again, eager to read more; my eyes skimming the words for the important parts.
* * *
On top. Under me. Bent over. On your knees.
* * *
I grin at Em. “Just remember, you asked for it.”
Her eyes widen and her mouth pops open. “You mean... You want to...” She taps the book.
“Of course,” I say as movement up the beach catches my attention. “Shit. She found me. Come in the water with me?”
Em shakes her head as I stand. “No. I want to see how this book finishes.”
I lean down and press my lips to her ear. “They fuck. A lot.” And without waiting for a reaction, I turn and run into the water, hoping like hell it deters Lavender from following me.
28
Emerson
I can’t help but laugh when I see Jane and her friends kick off their shoes and spread their towels out on the sand before running into the water behind Colt. They’re all wearing skimpy bikinis that probably would have fit me when I was fourteen. They leave little to the imagination.
The look of despair on Colt’s face is priceless. Maybe now he’ll think twice about the girls he tries to hook up with.