"It surprised me." I hold up my index finger. "Before you misunderstand what that means, I'll explain."
He tilts his chin down, but doesn’t say anything.
"I get why you left." I curl my hand around the warm coffee mug. "You needed space. I think I did too. I guess I was just surprised that there was someone out here that you've seen before."
"We happened to be here, in the Hamptons, at the same time." He scratches the tip of his nose. "She saw me at the market when I dropped by there on Friday. She called me yesterday and the timing was right."
"So it all worked out?" I inch up on the bed. "You two had fun."
"She brought a friend along."
I bow my head. A threesome. It's not his first.
I hate the silence so I say the first thing that comes to mind. "Double the fun. Lucky you."
His eyes eat into me as he swallows, his Adam's apple bouncing in his neck. "Jealousy doesn't look good on you."
"I'm not jealous."
In a heartbeat he's up from his chair and sitting on the edge of the bed facing me. "A friend can be jealous of a friend, Adley."
I look away. I don't want him this close to me, not when he smells like Matiz cologne, raw lust and all the bad decisions I'm dying to make. "I'm not jealous," I repeat.
"Do I look like I had fun last night?"
I turn and gaze into his eyes. They're alight with something. I feel it burning into me, igniting a path straight to my core. "Yes."
A lazy smile runs over his lips. "The best part of my night was laying on that hard as fuck floor with you."
I feel my lips twitch. "That was the best part of your night?"
He nods his head. "Nothing else came close."
I don't know how that makes sense. He fucked two women, likely very beautiful women and then got on the floor next to me while my hair was matted from being in a pool of my own tears.
"How's your heart today?" He looks at my shirt. Naturally, my nipples are at full attention.
"My heart?"
"I found some pieces of it on the floor this morning." He shoves his hand into the pocket of his blue shorts and then pulls it out with fanfare, showing me his empty palm. It's the same thing he does when he catches May crying. "Looks like you put it all back together yourself again. The way you always do."
He's right. I did, but it's not all there. He still has some pieces even if he can't see them.
***
"Jesus Christ, Adley," he says from behind me. "You get that any man, even a friend, is going to have a problem with you in that bikini."
"A problem?" I turn back to face him. "What's the problem?"
"It's too small."
It's not. It's actually perfect for me. It's white, a halter style top and a bottom that barely covers my ass.
I didn't put a lot of thought into my choice of swimwear when I was packing. I live in New York. If you go anywhere that warrants wearing a bikini, you bring every one you own.
After Crew took my breakfast tray away, I brushed my teeth and showered quickly. I chose this bikini because it was the first thing I grabbed out of my suitcase. I want to swim before the dark clouds that are looming in the distance steal that chance away from me.
"I thought you said you had work to do," I ask because I'm genuinely curious.
He had said that when he left my room. He had to call a distributor about a facial cream. Beauty can't take a break, even on Sundays, it seems.
His lips twist wryly. "I'm very good at what I do. I handled that in twenty minutes flat."
I should probably bring up the fact that he told me earlier that it took him five hours yesterday to find a lost truck full of cosmetics, but I let it slide. "I'm going for a swim."
He glances at the pool behind me. "You know how to swim, right?"
I do. Swimming lessons were one of the afterschool activities my mom pushed on me when I was a kid. I'm grateful now, even though back then, I would have rather sat on my ass playing a video game than get in a pool with a bunch of strangers.
His phone rings again just as I'm about to tell him what a champion swimmer I think I am. He tugs it out of the pocket of his red board shorts. "Work. Fuck."
I don't bother asking whether he has to take it or not. I know he does. He always does.
"I'll hit the pool while you take care of business."
His thumb swipes the screen before he brings the phone to his ear spitting out his name as he answers.
I dive in the pool, letting the warm water steal away every ounce of tension in my body.
Chapter 26
Crew
I took the call, up at the house and then I jerked off.
A man can only take so much off-limits ass and tits in his face before he has to do something to relieve the pressure.
I watched her swim while I was talking to my brother-in-law, Ryker, about a meeting he's taking tomorrow. He's married to my sister, the father of my nephew and my right hand man at Matiz. He handles marketing and many of the small fires that erupt.
Giving him some extra work to handle this weekend seemed like a great idea until my sister chewed me out in a text message.
Ryker, like Nolan, devotes his weekends to his family. I devote it to managing whatever needs my attention at Matiz and my clubs.
What needs my attention right now is Adley.
She swam like the goddess she is in the water, her fleshy ass bobbing up and down as she lapped the length of the pool seven times before she got out.
That in itself brought my cock to its brink. Curves, beads of water and wet hair all added to my stable of fantasy images of her.
That's when my hand found my dick and I jacked off in front of the bedroom window, while I watched her towel off her perfect body.
She's still down near the pool, even though the approaching clouds promise an impressive show of lightning and angry thunder. It's barreling down on us fast.
I grab a bottle of water from the fridge in the kitchen before I'm out the door and on my way toward her.
My phone rings, again. I tug it out of my pocket then silence it immediately.
This time the caller can wait.
"You're finally done," Ad calls as I approach, a bright smile covering her mouth. She's on a lounger, in a half-reclining position. Her hand is over her head, the other on her stomach. It's a reminder of how I found her on my sofa.
I crack open the water and push it at her. "Are you ready to come back up to the house?"
She takes the bottle and downs a large swallow, her neck working to handle it all.
I may have come within the last twenty minutes but I could go again for her.
"I'm going to wait until the rain starts."
I sit on the lounger next to her, facing her so I can soak in the image of her body. Our just friends agreement needs to be brought back to the table for renegotiation since it's clearly not working for me.
I turned down a threesome last night and I instantly deleted a text message Lucia sent me two hours ago with a short video attached.
It was likely porn site quality since every video she's ever sent me of her getting herself off has been. My cock wasn't interested so I deleted it before I even read the message.
My wet dream is currently licking water from her lips with her eyes closed.
Her hand snakes lower on her stomach so it skims the edge of those tiny white bikini bottoms.
I want to reach out and trail my fingers behind hers until they dive under the fabric.
If I can't have that, I want to watch her get herself off.
"Did you see me at the window?" I ask because she did look to the house briefly, but her eyes skimmed the exterior before they dropped back down.
"No." She looks at me. Her hand is traveling up her stomach now in a slow circular pattern. "Were you watching to make sure I didn't drown?"
My eyes are glued to her fingers. They inch up closer to her left breast. Her nipples are as hard now as they were when I kissed
her. I want to slice my teeth over one until she yelps again.
"Not exactly," I answer cautiously.
Her hand is on the move again, faster now, tracing circles around her bellybutton. Her eyelids flutter shut, her breathing shallow. "What were you doing?"
I reach out because fuck if I'm going to be able to control this. I just want a touch. My hand lands on top of hers.
Her eyes fly open, her lips quiver, but not a sound leaves them.
She doesn't say no , there isn't a yes , but it's understood that she welcomes the touch. The shift of her thighs as they rub together tells me as much.
"I was watching you," I say before a loud clap of thunder makes her flinch.
I clasp my hand over hers, still pressing it against her navel.
She doesn't say anything so I take the lead, because fuck if I am going to give up this easily when it comes to her.
"You're too beautiful not to look at." I rake her body from head-to-toe, slowly, savoring every inch of her flawless skin.
Her hand creeps lower, taking mine with it.
"Am as I as beautiful as the two women you were with last night?"
I stare at our hands, the fingers linked together as they slide over her skin. "I didn't fuck them and no, neither of them compares to you."
"You didn't?" she asks like she expects that I can drive my dick into anyone but her. I'm beginning to wonder if I'll ever be able to again without having to close my eyes to imagine it's her beneath me.
"I didn't want to."
She edges our fingers lower until I feel the graze of the soft fabric of those tiny bikini bottoms against my fingertips. "Why?"
If she wants me to answer honestly, I will. Fuck the consequences because I'm in so deep that I'm drowning in lust. "They weren't you."
"Crew," she purrs as our fingers pass over the triangle of fabric that separates her cunt from my touch. "We agreed to be…"
"Friends." I finish for her. "I know. Believe me I fucking know but that isn't going to extinguish the want, Ad. You're gorgeous."
Her breathing quickens as she takes my hand on a journey along her inner thigh. "It would change things."
I exhale when our fingers skim her cleft over the fabric before she glides them over her other thigh. "That would depend on what we do. We handled the kiss, we can handle more."
"How much more?" Her eyes lock on mine. They're filled with the same crushing need I feel inside of me.
"You decide." I tilt my chin to where our hands are circling her thigh, so goddamn close to what I want to touch. My cock wants in too, but I bite back the urge to pull it out and fist it.
She holds my gaze as she glides our linked hands to the top of the bikini bottoms, before she dips them inside.
Chapter 27
Adley
Our hands stop, his knuckles grazing the smooth skin under my bikini bottoms.
"You want this?" His words are laced with desire so thick that I can almost taste it on my tongue. I want to kiss his mouth but he's still sitting on the lounger next to me, his cock swollen under his shorts.
I nod because I don't want to hear myself say how much I want his hands on my skin, or his mouth or his cock inside of me, anywhere he'll put it.
He pushes my fingers along the seam of my pussy. I'm so wet. I've never been this wet before.
"Jesus," he hisses out between clenched teeth. "You're soft and so fucking wet."
I inch his fingers forward, wanting him to touch me the way I always touch myself when I think about him.
"Show me how you like it," he whispers as if the clouds and wind can hear us.
I dip a finger between my folds, honing in on that swollen nub of nerves. I'm tempted to circle it myself, so I can get off before he gets his hand on it. I know I won't last when that happens. It already feels like my core is on fire.
"Your cunt feels beautiful."
I moan from that because I knew, I just knew, that when I heard him say it, that I'd fall apart inside.
"Such sweet little sounds." He looks at my face before his gaze drops back to where our hands are still linked together, hidden from our view.
I pull my fingers from his, slowly, wanting nothing between his touch and my arousal.
"I'll take it from here." He smiles a devilish grin that tells me that he's going to make me feel things I've never felt before.
I slide my hand back and cry out as soon as his fingers touch my folds.
My legs fall open because I want more. My arm jumps up to shield my face. I won't let him see how badly I want this, how badly I've always wanted it.
"Let me see you." His free hand grabs my wrist and twists my arm away. "I want to see you come undone."
I bite my lip when he slides his finger from my pussy. I almost protest until I feel his thumb on my clit.
I bow my back because the pleasure is too much. It's a light touch that should only set me on the path to a buzz, but it's more than that. It's electric and raw, sending bursts of tender need to every cell of my body.
"I knew you'd feel this good." His eyes darken as he stares at my face. "Do you know how much I've wanted to touch this? How much I think about it?"
It can't be as much as I do.
He slides a finger back inside me and I groan from the pure need to get off.
Thunder claps an uneven concert above our heads as the first drops of rain pepper our skin.
"I want to savor this." He gestures to where his hand is working slowly, painfully slowly, on my pussy under the white fabric. "But the storm is coming."
I look down, dizzy from the image of his hidden fingers; their intent clear.
"I'll take it from you quickly this time."
This time.
He knows as well as I do that we're crossing a line in the sand that will be forever lost to the waves. We can't go back from this. I don't want to anymore.
I cry out when he slides another thick finger in me. I stomp my foot when he circles my clit so painfully gently that I can feel the edge of the cliff. Then when he hones in on that spot inside of me, I let go. I pulse around his fingers when the orgasm rips through me.
He groans out my name as I cling to the edge of the past and the unknown of the future.
***
"Ad?" His voice carries through the sound of the thunder. "You're so fucking beautiful like this."
I open my eyes. He's on his knees next to me, his breath racing a hot path over the skin of my stomach.
The rain is coming down harder now, heavy pebbles against our skin.
His hand is still in my bikini bottoms. His fingers still moving slowly over my tender flesh, making me ache for even more.
"We did that," I whisper into the palm of my hand. "We did it."
"We did." He leans forward and kisses the back of my fingers. "We'll do it again as soon as you let me take you up to the house."
I close my eyes against the now steady rain that is saturating us both.
I feel alive in a way I've never felt before. My entire body is tingling. My pulse is racing and I can't fathom how I'm going to stand after what just happened.
I shift my legs. "I should get up."
He clenches his hand over my pussy, and I grit my teeth.
Jesus.
Pleasure pulses through my body again. I could come just from the look in his eyes and those fingers kneading the lips of my sex.
"I want you in my bed when we get up to the house."
There's no charm in his words. He's not trying to seduce me. He knows I'm willing to follow him like a stray puppy looking for its next meal.
His touch is more addictive than I imagined it would be.
"We should talk." My own words bite into me, waves of confusion crash inside of me.
I should just take the plunge and race him to his bed. My common sense needs to shut up and let me feel. I want to feel again. I want it to be with him.
He hovers above me, his fingers finally easing out of my bikini.
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sp; "If that's what you need, that's what we'll do." His lips feather a trail of soft kisses over my forehead. "Let's get you out of the rain."
He offers his hand and I take it, letting him help me to my feet. I look down at my bikini. It's soaked from the rain and from his touch.
As he leads me to the house, the storm picks up intensity. The wind whips around at a pace as brisk as the hammering of my heart.
Chapter 28
Crew
I light a fire because the storm has stolen the warmth out of the air. I also do it to kill time. Adley told me she wanted to rinse the chlorine from the pool of off her body an hour ago, so she went into her room to shower. I didn't follow her although I wanted nothing more.
A shower wasn't what I needed. I'm not washing away the sweet smell of her from my hand anytime soon. What happened earlier was an appetizer. It was a sample of what awaits me.
I hear her gentle footsteps on the hardwood floor before I see her round the corner.
She's wearing a thin white dress that is almost sheer. I can tell immediately that she's not wearing a bra and that her panties are white too.
"Hi," she says when she nears.
I don't want her to feel anything but completely comfortable around me. She cast her head down when we ran from the rain. Once we were inside, she was down the hall so quickly that I couldn't say a thing in response to her announcement that she was having a shower.
"Sit with me." I pat the spot next to me on the sofa.
Her eyes skim over my clothes. Black T-shirt, matching sweatpants and nothing else.
"Do you want some wine? A soda?" I fist my hand on my thigh to prevent myself from reaching out to touch her knee once she's settled beside me. "I can get you anything you want."
Her gaze lands on my lips. "I'm fine. Thank you."
"You're scared," I say it because I see it. It's there, not only in her face but in her body language too. Her shoulders are tense. Her hands folded tightly in her lap.
She nods as she bows her head. "I don't think you understand how much I need a friend like you."
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