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  I’d kept them partly out of spite, because I didn’t like being told what to do, but also because they were comfortable and sometimes I liked having more coverage. There were some days that I just didn’t want to have a string up my ass.

  But now Billy had seen them, and he was teasing me by calling them sexy. I was really wishing that I had incinerated them.

  I glanced down and mumbled, “This is so embarrassing.”

  “Sorry, darlin’, but I just told ya because you flashin’ me makes it real hard to be friends with you. Pun intended.”

  Hard? It took a second for what he’d said to process. My eyes shot back up and I saw that his pants were particularly tight in the crotch region.

  “Wait. You were serious?”

  “Serious?”

  “You weren’t making fun of my…”

  “Your what?”

  “My granny panties?”

  His brow furrowed. “Whose granny is wearing those panties?”

  “That’s what Blaine called them, because they’re not, you know, sexy.”

  “My hard dick strongly disagrees with him.”

  My eyes once again shot to where his jeans appeared to be uncomfortably tight. The inner walls of my sex clenched with the memory of what it felt like to have him inside of me. I knew how amazing it was to have him stretch me out as he thrust inside of me…

  “Look, I know we’re just friends. But if you keep looking at me like that, I’m gonna have to suggest that we add a benefits clause to our friendship contract.”

  Everything in my brain was screaming at me to change the subject. But everything in my body was screaming at me to ask, “What benefits are you proposing in this clause?”

  Looked like my body won.

  “Benefits such as…I can kiss you, touch you, and do all the dirty things I want to do to you, and we’ll still be friends afterwards.”

  This was one of those moments when I knew I should do the responsible thing. I should reject his offer and stick to our original non-verbal friendship agreement. The last thing I needed in my life was more complications.

  “I’m good with that.” I’d barely gotten the words out when Billy closed the distance between us and crushed his lips to mine, and I heard myself moaning even before his tongue plunged into my mouth.

  Billy Comfort could take me from zero to sixty in point seven seconds flat.

  Instantly, every thought in my mind disappeared, driven out by primal animal lust and the wordless urge to have Billy inside me.

  His mouth consumed mine, his lips moving passionately as I practically climbed him like a tree. I was rubbing against him like a cat in heat, desperately seeking the comfort of his strength. Reaching down he ran his hands up my outer thigh, slipping beneath my dress. I shuddered as his calloused touch brushed my sensitive skin.

  Fuck!

  When I’d slipped into my bridal shower dress this morning, I’d done so because I had nothing else clean. It had never crossed my mind that a side benefit was going to be that my bare legs had easy access to his demanding, roaming hands.

  But I knew that from now on, it would. I would never be able to wear this and not think of how Billy had looked at me in it when he’d come to my door. Or the desire in his eyes when I’d spun in his living room. Or his commanding authority when he’d touched me beneath it.

  My head spun so furiously as his strong hands moved softly up my thighs that I would’ve definitely fallen right on my butt if I hadn’t been clinging to him as we kissed, as if my life depended on it.

  When he reached my ass, he cupped it firmly and lifted me up off my feet. Automatically, my legs circled his torso without ever breaking our kiss or missing a beat. There was just something about the way Billy led things between us that made it so easy to follow. It was like a perfect dance, one I’d been practicing for my entire life without knowing it.

  I didn’t notice that he had started walking, carrying me over to the side of the room, until he pressed my back up against the wall, drawing a surprised but supremely lust-filled gasp from me.

  Without a word, he set me down on the ground and knelt in front of me. He looked up at me as he trailed his fingers slowly up my legs again, maintaining laser-focused eye contact with me that was almost as hot, if not hotter, than the way he was touching me itself.

  When his hands reached my hips this time, though, instead of grabbing my ass, he yanked my panties down, never breaking our gaze. I moaned at how insanely erotic the moment was, how thick the charge in the air between us was, and how wet I could feel myself getting. In fact, without the protective barrier of fabric in place, I felt a small drop of juice escape my folds and run down my inner thigh.

  Good lord, every time I thought there was no way Billy Comfort could get me any hotter than he’d gotten me the time before, his seduction skills said, “Hold my beer.”

  When he’d pulled my panties down to my ankles, I rested my hands on his shoulders and stepped out of them one leg at a time. He did look down, then, but never took away the one hand that still protectively gripped my hip, keeping me balanced.

  He groaned when he caught sight of the garment he held in his hand, and I asked breathlessly. “What?”

  “Don’t ever get rid of your granny panties,” he growled before he ducked his head under my skirt and engulfed me with his mouth. A cry ripped from deep within my chest as his tongue moved up and down my slit.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the picture of his head moving beneath the white fabric. It was one of the hottest visuals I could imagine. It wasn’t because of how graphic it was. I couldn’t actually see him licking me, kissing me, or touching me. But somehow, my back against the wall, both of us still clothed as he suckled my sex had a forbidden quality to it that made it even hotter than when we’d both been naked in his bed.

  “You taste so good, so sweet,” he breathed against my most intimate place as his tongue worked its magic. His finger joined the party and I felt his thick digit slide into my snug canal. “You’re so tight. So fucking tight.” He began licking me again, focusing his attention on my clit. My body clamped down around his digit as the tip of his finger massaged my inner walls. “Good girl. Come for me. Come on my finger, I want to taste you.”

  As soon as he spoke those bold words I barely had time to brace myself as a powerful release erupted from my core. Bursts of ecstasy exploded through me as my fingers fisted in Billy’s thick hair. I rode out my orgasm, grinding my sex against his mouth and hoping that it would never end.

  CHAPTER 31

  Billy

  When I felt Reagan begin to shake, I continued to work my tongue against her tender flesh, enclosed in the cotton canopy of her skirt. I replaced my finger with my tongue and I squeezed fleshy mounds of her ass, giving me even more leverage to dig my tongue as deep into her as I could. I wanted to lap up every bit of her juices, and even then not stop—never stop as long as she was still begging for more.

  The moans and gasps and whimpers that hit my ears were like fuel to the fire of my passion, causing the flames to shoot fifty feet up into the air—and also threatening to consume anything they came in contact with.

  I lost myself so completely in my mission that all of the noises I was hearing, I processed as indiscriminate expressions of ecstasy. I didn’t realize that she was using actual words until I heard my name. I focused my attention on her voice to pick out what she was saying.

  “Billy, I need you. I want you inside me. Please fuck me. Right now. I need you inside me!”

  Well, damn. Who was I to make a lady wait?

  I ducked out from under the flowing fabric of her dress and stood up in one smooth, swift motion. Then, not slowing down one little bit, I reached into my back pocked and whipped out my wallet, plucking a condom from it and tossing it aside.

  As I was tearing the packet open with my teeth, Reagan managed to unfasten my belt and free my cock from its denim constraints.

  Fuck, the feeling of her fingers ma
nipulating my hard shaft as my dick hit the open air was incredible. If I had even just a little less self-control, I definitely would have shot my load right then and there, all over her pretty sundress.

  Thankfully, I avoided prematurely ending our encounter. As I slid the latex tube over the length of my dick, an unprovoked thought popped into my head.

  I wish I didn’t have to put this on. I want to feel her without any barriers. Consequences be damned. If I put a baby in her, all the better.

  Holy shit! Where had that come from? I’d never been tempted to raw dog it before this moment.

  I didn’t take the time to dwell on the life-altering ramification of what following through on that stray thought would mean, but the surge of arousal the image sent through me ramped up my momentum so that when I pushed her skirt up around her waist and positioned myself at her entrance, I thrust myself inside her in one smooth, lightning-fast, and connected motion.

  Her fingernails dug into my back. I could feel the bite of them, even through the fabric of my shirt.

  God, as hot as it was being naked with Reagan, and having her naked body in my arms, there was a certain furious and dirty charm to being so damn desperate to fuck each other that we couldn’t even take the time to get our clothes off first.

  As I pumped in and out of her, I could feel her inner walls clamping down around me, squeezing me like a velvet fist.

  “Harder. Please, harder,” she begged as her face buried into my shoulder while she clung onto me.

  I knew I wasn’t going to be able to hold out much longer, but there was no way in hell I was going to explode before I made sure she was coming with me. I only wanted to feel my release if I knew that she was along for the ride.

  I reached down between her legs and flicked her clit with my thumb as I pounded her. The timing was no easy feat, but the primal cry that ripped from her when I moved my thumb against that tender button more than made up for all the effort.

  Closing my eyes, I tried to commit this moment to memory, to drag it out just a few seconds longer. I concentrated on how her arousal coated my finger as I flicked her clit. I focused on the rhythm of her panting as she gasped with pleasure. I fixated on the sensation of her heated breath against my neck, the sting of her nails digging into my shoulders, and the vice-like grip of her tight tunnel spasming around my rock-hard shaft as I entered her again and again.

  Just when I thought I’d no longer be able to keep my release at bay, she threw her head back, exposing her graceful neck, now coated in a lovely sheen of sweat. I could see her pulse pounding in her neck and a wave of pride washed over me. I’d done that to her. I’d set her heart beating so fast that the blood rushing through her veins was hot and fast.

  “Yes! Don’t stop,” she rasped out, around what were obviously some very strained vocal cords.

  It was hard to tell if the words hit my ears or my dick faster, because as soon as she spit them out, my entire body convulsed with the powerful force of a raging orgasm.

  The best part, though, was that even through my climax-induced haze, I could feel that she was being overwhelmed by the force of the same power.

  When I floated back to reality, I was still buried deep inside of her and my forehead was pressed against hers. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open as she took in deep breaths.

  Urgency flooded my system to lock down the next time I would see her. Today was the first official day of spring break, and one of the bars busiest nights. But after we closed I wanted to break my two fuck maximum rule as soon as possible. “Do you have plans tonight?”

  “Why?” she asked as her eyes popped open.

  “I was wondering if you wanted to come to the bar, and then home with me.” I squeezed my fingers, massaging the ample flesh of her backside. When I did, her body responded by tightening around my now semi-hard shaft.

  “Um, I’m supposed to meet Nadia at the pier for the crab feed.”

  The crab feed was the official kickoff of the tourist season. Every year attendance grew. I hadn’t gone since I took over managing the bar, but I knew the scene well. “As your friend, I feel like I need to warn you to take it easy on the sweet tea, it sneaks up on you.”

  “The sweet tea?”

  “It’s moonshine.”

  “Ah.” Her eyes lit up and a wide smile lifted on her full lips. The sight sent a tingle straight to my balls.

  She must’ve felt my dick jump inside of her because a rosy blush appeared on her already flushed face. I’d never stayed connected—literally or figuratively—to someone post orgasm. There was a raw intimacy to the moment that I was experiencing for the first time.

  “Will you come by the bar after?”

  “Maybe,” she answered. The same response she’d given me the first day I’d met her.

  And just like then, I happily took it.

  CHAPTER 32

  Reagan

  Spring break had officially sprung in Firefly.

  My plan had been to take the trolley down to the pier to meet up with Nadia but imagine my surprise when I’d found out there was a forty-five-minute wait. And the Uber line was longer than that. I hadn’t even been aware that there was Uber on Firefly Island.

  So, getting back to my roots, I’d walked.

  The streets were filled with vacationers. I’d been warned about the influx of people that came to town this time of year, but I hadn’t expected the sheer volume I saw. I wasn’t a stranger to overpopulated areas thanks to the many years I’d spent in Manhattan. But this was different than the hectic chaos I was accustomed to. The sleepy coastal town had a more Disney World vibe to it than Times Square.

  In the fifteen minutes since I’d left Mrs. B’s and began my trek along the pedestrian path headed toward the pier, my foot was stepped on half a dozen times. I was elbowed, pushed, and walked directly into.

  My journey was like navigating through bumper cars, sans the cars—so I guessed it was like bumper people. None of the tourists were paying attention to where they were going. Groupings of families, singles, and especially teens and young adults were bottlenecking the flow of foot traffic by stopping and taking selfies.

  “Excuse you!” A woman with a loud yellow halter-top and camo leggings shouted at me after I’d been shoved into her by the person behind me.

  I felt myself teetering on the edge of losing my shit, but instead of making the situation worse, I took a deep breath and mumbled, “Sorry,” as I pushed past her.

  Patience wasn’t a virtue I’d been born with, but over my nearly thirty years on this earth, I liked to believe that it was a trait I’d developed and nurtured, especially in adulthood.

  Unfortunately, it had all been used up in the first ten minutes of this walk. I was running late thanks to the dryer at Mrs. B’s taking two cycles to actually do its job and dry my clothes. I’d texted Nadia and let her know that I was on my way to the crab feed over an hour ago, before I’d discovered my still damp clothes after the dryer stopped.

  I had put the time to good use, though; I was almost done with the brief that needed filing on Monday. Tomorrow, I’d pop into the office and finish it up. The question was, whether or not I’d be going there from Billy’s bed or not. He’d invited me to go to the bar, and as tempted as I was to explore our “benefits clause” further, I wondered if I’d be pressing my luck.

  He seemed fine keeping things casual. After we’d cleaned up, he’d shown me the rest of the property, including the back portion of the wrap-around porch, where he’d set up some patio furniture. There were two Adirondack chairs with a small table in the middle of them, facing a large pond.

  I’d fallen in love. And I was scared it wasn’t just with the property. I wanted to believe that I would be able to keep straight the separation of emotions and sex. The funny thing was, that had never been an issue with any of my other romantic partners. But everything with Billy was different. It was more. The question was, how much more…

  My mind was a million miles away, or at
least five miles at Southern Comfort, when I realized I’d finally made it to my destination. Thankfully, I’d managed to mindlessly arrive there by virtue of the flock of people herding me.

  When I entered the pier beneath the large wooden arch that read Firefly Island Pier, which I’d seen when I’d taken the trolley tour, my senses went into overload.

  Music blared from a zydeco band that was playing on a stage at the end of the pier. The smell of barbecue wafted through the air in the form of a smoky haze as a man with an I Have World Class Meat apron stood in front of a smoker shouting, “Get your hot meat here!”

  Pink puffs of cotton candy were being swirled out of a large, whirling steel bowl by a woman dressed in a fuchsia tutu and Princess Leia buns. A baby was crying in a three-wheel stroller. A clown was making balloon animals.

  This place was a circus, and not just because there was a clown. I was pulling my phone out of my purse, which I was wearing with the strap across my body, to text Nadia that I was there when I heard my name.

  “Reagan! Rea! Over here!”

  I looked up but couldn’t find my friend in the sea of people. All I saw was brightly colored tops and bikinis, cowboy and large floppy hats, sunglasses, and faces I didn’t recognize. I felt as if I was doing a real-life Where’s Waldo puzzle. It took several scans before I spotted a lone arm waving in the air. My gaze followed it down and saw it was attached to Nadia’s smile.

  We both shimmied our way through the masses toward one another.

  “You look so cute!” I enthused as we hugged.

  I’d always admired Nadia’s ability to pull off what she called her “Daisy Duke” look. Today she was rocking cutoff denim shorts, cowboy boots, and a red tank top that complimented her sun kissed skin.

  “So do you!” She held my arms out to the side, not even seeming to notice the people she bumped as she did.