Drilling.
Pounding.
Screwing.
Grinding.
Even licking.
The pussy would surely be mine. I’d leave her thinking for days, wondering what more I could do to make her mind and body feel truly amazing.
“What are you thinking?” Chloe questioned, brows piqued.
I fought a grin, shaking my head and grabbing her hand, continuing our walk. “Oh, nothing, Little Knight.”
We stopped and faced the ocean. Chloe released a long sigh, as if she’d been in need of a relaxing moment like this for a long time. I drew her in tighter, and her hand pressed on my chest as she leaned into me.
“So, no more Trixie?” she asked.
“Nope. No more.”
“Was she upset about you breaking it off with her?”
“Not too much. I mean, we weren’t exactly dating. I’d set the rules a long time ago.”
“Just sex,” she whispered, voice defeated as she dropped her head.
I turned, cradling her face in my hands. “That’s all it was. Nothing more. I swear.” I struggled with what to say next. I didn’t know if I wanted to share deeper feelings, but when her hazel eyes connected with mine, I had no choice. She expected answers, expected to know why I’d replaced Trixie with her again. “She… didn’t exactly fill the hole I felt inside. It was kind of pointless, to be honest.”
Her frown was faint. “Is that how you feel about me?”
I stepped back, folding my arms. “Did you really just ask me that question?”
“Yes, I did.” She stepped forward, limiting the gap between us. “I want to know, Theo.” Her hand ran down my arm, her finger tracing the outline of the lion tattoo I got when I was thirty-two. “Do you consider me someone like Trixie? A quick fix? Someone you know won’t deny you?”
Her hand continued traveling down, meeting at my belt buckle. She tugged on the metal that secured it, vaguely running her tongue across her lips as the buckle clinked. Then her hand dropped, and she softly ran it across the bulge in my pants, the bulge that was now hard as a rock.
My breathing stifled, my hormones getting the best of me. Reeling her in, I listened to the soft gasp that soared with the salty breeze, and when my fingers slid through her shorts and beneath her panties, she panted, but her hand still remained on my cock. “You know damn well you aren’t just a quick fix to me. We have history. Chemistry. You think I had this with Trixie?” I looked between us, my fingers delving deeper. When she didn’t respond, I said, “Answer me, Chloe. Talk to me.”
“No,” she whispered, pressing her forehead against my arm. “No, I’m sure you didn’t.”
“No is correct. I know you can deny me. You’ve done it before. I also know I can trust you, which says a lot because I don’t trust just anyone.” My mouth hovered above hers. She wanted a taste, just a small one if nothing at all, but I held back, listening to her breath hitch and then return to normal, feeling as she tried hard not to make her knees buckle.
Her eyes sealed tight as I circled her clit in slow, torturous circles. “Oh, God. Theo… you have to… stop.” Her voice broke each time my finger sank deep, returning to normal when it was shallow. “I’m going to cum if you keep doing that.”
I leaned forward, whispering in her ear. “That’s the plan, baby. I want you to cum. No one’s around. No one will hear you. Just think of me. Just feel me. You don’t have to rush it. Trust me, I can do this all fucking night.”
I suppose it was the sound of my voice, how it hummed in her ear, shooting straight to her core. Or maybe I’d just hit the trigger spot. Whatever it was, it came quickly. Her fingernails sank into the flesh on my arm, her mouth parting as she moaned. She hung onto me as if her life depended on it, and I studied every reaction—the flutter of her eyes, the whimper that caught in the middle her throat—my cock throbbing as her other hand now gripped my crotch.
“So fucking beautiful, Chloe,” I murmured as her body finally settled. I tipped her chin, my mouth coming down on hers, our tongues colliding. She clung to me, her body unbalanced from the aftermath. “You know that?” She blushed, but she didn’t look away. She stared back into my eyes, bashful. Gorgeous. “So, so beautiful.”
Her grin was contagious. I picked her up in my arms, placing her back on the soft sand and centering my lower between her legs. As badly as I wanted to take her, and as much as she wanted me to dive deep and fuck her on that beach, I didn’t.
I was eager, but I could wait. I needed to wait because I had big plans for the next evening. I had so much to teach my Little Knight. My young queen. There were things she needed to experience, and I wanted to be the one she shared all those things with.
Now that I had her back, I wasn’t letting go. Not until this summer was over. And even when it was over, I was sure I’d still think of her, hoping we could do the same thing the following summer.
So, on Palm Beach, I only kissed her ‘til the sun sank. I grinded my hard cock between her legs and fingered her mercilessly until her body wracked beneath me, shuddering, shaking, quaking. Trust me, it was hard keeping myself in check, but the bigger picture would happen tomorrow.
On my boat. Just the two of us. No one to watch. No one to hear. No one to interrupt. Just the mere thought of that was more than enough to run with.
This girl was mine. Her pussy? Mine. Her entire body—all for me to explore, indulge, and be greedy with. Everything about her was going to be mine, and I would have been damned if I allowed anything to take her away.
Fourteen
It’d been a while since I woke up happy.
You know, the feeling you get when your heart beats madly. A stream of morning sunlight beams down on you and you can’t help but feel wonderful because sunlight means brightness and happiness, and everyone in this world could use a dose. I wasn’t just content, moving forward with my life and taking it one minute at a time. There was depth in my exhilaration.
There was a smile on my face, light in my eyes as I looked into the mirror in my bathroom. With my towel draped around me, I watched as water spilled down my chest from the tips of my wet hair. I had no clue why I had even washed it. It was going to be messed up by tonight. I suppose that didn’t matter. I wanted to look great for Theo. Fan-fucking-tastic.
So, after blow-drying and flat-ironing my messy mane, I hurried out of the bathroom, taking out one of my favorite bathing suits. It was a red one-piece with one shoulder strap, the waist and the back of it cut out in the shape of an oval. Yeah, I admit it showed a lot of skin, but it was perfect for this evening.
I checked the time on my alarm clock in the corner. 12:14. I had an hour and a half to finish getting ready. Just as I reached for my cover-up dress, Margie knocked on the door, calling my name.
“Come in!” I called, sliding the dress over my bathing suit. Margie was inside before I could tug the entire thing down. When she spotted the flash of red, a slight frown etched her face.
“You’re leaving already?” she asked.
“Yeah. I have plans with…” I paused. I didn’t want to tell her who I was spending my day with. Her eyes were inquisitive, no judgment present. “Theo wants to show me his boat.”
“Oh, I see.” I expected her to say something about it, but she didn’t. “Well, I wanted to tell you that your father and I most likely won’t be home until later tonight. He has an appointment at four, and after that I have to go meet my son for his band concert at eight.”
I gasped. “What?! Margie, you didn’t tell me you had a son!”
Her cheeks turned a soft shade of red. She shrugged in a bashful, adorable way. “I was afraid that if I brought him up, he would be all I talked about. I didn’t want to ruin your summer with stories about him.”
“Yeah right! That’s amazing. How old is he?”