Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17792 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 89(@200wpm)___ 71(@250wpm)___ 59(@300wpm)
"Looks like someone's excited to spend time alone with me."
"I've been excited since we hatched this plan, Nadine."
"Hmm. Show me."
She kisses me hard, so hard my entire body bursts into flames. I wrap a hand around her jaw and pull her closer as I suck her bottom lip between my teeth. I don't know if she's fully aware, but she moves her hips, rubbing her pussy against the trunk of my erection.
We're on the dim side of the pool, wrapped in shadows, but anyone can still pass by and see us.
Frankly, my fucks to give are in short supply. I've waited so long to have her, and I'd be a fool to let the opportunity pass.
Still, I won't fuck her here with my cock, but I can do something else.
I break the kiss and trail kisses along her jaw, then the side of her neck, sucking on a spot by her collarbone. Nadine's fingers thread into my hair as I lift the bikini top upward, exposing her beautiful tits to me.
"River, someone might see us."
"Do you want me to stop?"
"N-no."
"Good girl."
My tongue circles her nipple as my hand wraps around the other, kneading and squeezing. I suck the nipple and roll it between my lips, backing Nadine to the edge. I switch places and give the other tit the same treatment, delighting in the way she bites her lip to stop her moans.
I don't stop ravishing her tits, my free hand slithering between us and dipping inside her bikini bottom.
Nadine gasps and tosses her head back. My middle finger finds her sensitive nub and circles it. Her breath hitches, but she continues to pull me to her breasts.
My greedy good girl.
Her wish is my command.
I lick and suck her tits while my finger runs down her wet, sticky slit, and when I slip it inside her pussy, Nadine lets out a long moan that I swallow with a kiss. I fuck her with my finger, then add another, and another, until her eyes go glassy and unfocused. My mouth on her tit, my fingers in her pussy.
Nadine tightens her thighs around my hand and moves her hips, her clit rubbing against my palm. God, this is so fucking hot.
"You like this, Nad?"
"Y-yes, but I'd like your cock more."
"Later." I shove my tongue into her mouth and curl my fingers. "Come for me, baby girl."
Nadine sucks in a sharp breath, her eyes rolling to the back of her head, as she bites hard on my shoulder. Her body shakes, and her cunt coats my fingers. I work her through it until her trembling ceases, and she rests her head on my chest.
I'm about to tease her and tell her she must like the possibility of being caught when I spot a shadow on the second floor. A man in black silk pajamas, sipping on what looks like whiskey.
It's Derek.
I can't see him that well, but even all the way from here, I can feel some kind of fury radiating off him.
Without taking my eyes off the asshole, I capture Nadine's mouth in another kiss while I slide back her bikini.
She's mine now, Derek. And I won't make the same mistake you did because she's enough. Nadine is more than enough.
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5
NADINE
River is already dressed, and all I can think about is he fills out a suit jacket the way suits are theoretically designed to be filled out but rarely are in practice. He has no business looking this hot. I mean, he's already devastating in plaid shirts and Henleys, but this version of River?
I might as well forgo the underwear because it will just get drenched anyway.
He's sitting on the edge of the bed reading something on his phone, completely unbothered, which is either genuinely relaxing to be around or the most effective passive pressure I've ever experienced.
I set my hand down on the bathroom counter, finish the eyeliner, and step back from the mirror. The dress is good—navy, simple, also beyond my budget. But what the hell. We got fake wedding rings, so might as well go all out. Also, maybe I bought the dress because of how River raked his gaze up and down my body.
At the time, I was still living in denial island, but after last night and the pool, I know for sure River sees me so much more than his sister's best friend.
Speaking of my sister. God, Rachel. How would we tell her? Am I the worst best friend in the world? She trusted us—trusted ME—to behave because it's supposed to be fake. Now, how do I even admit I basically just had the most erotic weekend with her brother? And we haven't had actual sex yet!
Does she have her suspicions? I haven't exactly responded normally to her texts. Instead of lengthy, run-on sentences with details that border on TMI, I just told her we're good, it's working, and both Derek and Alice are affected. I did compensate with a million emojis.