Dangerous Little Secrets: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (Saint View High Book 2)

“This is as far as you go.”

I shook my head, getting out to stand with him. “I want to come with you.”

To my surprise, he drew me to his chest, his strong arms wrapping around me. He dropped his head so his cheek pressed against mine, his nose lost in my hair. He inhaled.

I waited for his kiss, for his mouth to cover mine. But instead, his hand ran down my arm. He squeezed my hand, then turned it over, putting the car keys on my palm and closing my fingers over the top of them. Our lips hovered inches apart, breaths mingling in the night air.

“Go home, Lacey.”

She lifted her hips, searching, seeking, and I plunged into her wet heat.

Her scream of pleasure ripped from her chest, filling mine, and fuck, I drank that sound down as if it were a fifty-year-old whiskey. Her pussy clenched around me, hot and tight, and I was balls deep before I even realized what we’d done.

“Fuck,” I muttered, pulling out. I leaned on my hands, breathing so hard while my dick throbbed against her belly. “Wait, we need a condom.” I fished one from the wallet in the back pocket of my pants, and rolled it on.

Then I lifted her off the blanket and onto my lap, sitting her on her knees, legs spread over me. “Ride me, Lacey,” I murmured in her ear.

She kissed my mouth again, and then her hips rolled. Small, slow circles that became bigger with each movement. She was so fully impaled on my dick, I couldn’t move for fear I’d come and this would all be over.

I never wanted it to be over.

She clutched my shoulders and rocked her body over mine. She still pulsed from her orgasm, but I wasn’t done with her yet.

“Faster,” I urged her. I reached between us and found her clit, pinching it while she gyrated against me, the pace slow and sensual and completely in defiance of my request for her to go faster.

Her smug grin told me she knew exactly what she was doing.

Fuck no. I wasn’t letting her get away with that.

I flipped her onto her back once more, hooking one leg over my shoulder before driving home deep. We both groaned in unison, the angle so right my balls clenched again.

I pumped my cock harder, faster, and she kept up with me. Her fingers dipped lower, spearing into her pussy, eliciting a breathy moan. Her slick fingers shone in the moonlight, and dammit if I could handle it a second longer. I grabbed her thighs, holding her wide open, and took over the job for her. Pre-cum leaked from my tip at her startled shout of pleasure, my tongue making contact with her swollen nub. I was desperate to plunge in, but she tasted good. Like the ripest fruit in summer, her juice coating my tongue and rolling down my throat as her hips bucked against my hold. Her fingers grabbed at my hair, alternating between holding me to her cunt and pushing me away, only to pull me straight back when my lips left her flesh.

“Colt!” she yelled, her shout lost to the crashing waves behind us. She was so close, so on the verge.

“I need to be inside you,” I mumbled. “Want to feel you come on my cock.”

“Yes!”

I palmed my cock, the thick, heavy weight familiar in my hand, but fuck, I’d never had a sight this hot to jack off to.

I scraped her hair up from around her face, wanting to watch the show she seemed determined to give me.

“Rub your clit, Lacey,” I commanded and was rewarded with a moan of pleasure.

Fuck, maybe she would listen if I bossed her around. Her knees widened on the sand, and I groaned, hearing but unable to clearly see what she was doing to herself.

And fuck, I wanted to see it. I wanted to watch her make herself come, so I knew exactly what she was into, so I could do it all again, over and over, for as long as she’d let me.

I jerked from her grasp, and she stared up at me in confusion, her fingers still parting her pussy.

“What’s wrong?”

I shook my head and decided to go with the brutal honesty. “I want to watch.”

I pulled away, wanting to drink her in.

She whimpered, and it was the fucking sexiest sound I’d ever heard.

“Don’t stop,” she begged

She tilted her head back, confusion sparking in her eyes.

Everything I’d been trying to keep buried shot to the surface. Every feeling. Every need that rose when she was around. What the fuck were we doing? This back and forth arguing when all I really wanted to do was bury my face in her neck and breathe her in. “I don’t want this,” I growled. “I want you.”

I blinked at the ferocity of her last word.

A tear rolled down her face.

My stomach clenched into a painful knot. “Don’t,” I gruffed out but then immediately softened. “Please don’t. I can’t handle it.”

“I don’t know. Bits and pieces. You, mostly. You followed me around a lot.”

Instead, I breathed in the night air and let the crash of the waves fill my ears. “I love the beach.”

“I know.”

“No you don’t.”

He glanced over at me. “Actually, yeah, I do. We used to come here when we were kids. Your family and mine.”

I gawked at him. “You remember that?”

“You don’t?”

“Do you always answer questions with questions?”

“Do you?”