A guttural groan rumbles up from his chest as I arch my body into his hands. His thumbs strum my nipples through the thin cotton of my shirt until they're hard little points that beg for his attention. I moan as he tweaks each stiffened bud between his thumb and forefinger, inflicting enough pain to flood me with pleasure.In the past, when we made love, Hunter's touch was gentle and full of reverence. As if I were made of spun glass. His hands are no longer worshipful."Do you like that?" he rasps, his mouth following the path of his fingers until his lips close around one hardened tip before drawing it into his mouth. Not a stitch of my clothing has been shed, but that doesn't stop me from feeling the pull of him down to my core. Each tug ripples through my body like a stone that has been thrown into a calm pool of water. Before releasing the little bud, he bites down on it, and the arousal smoldering deep in my belly bursts into flame.Time away from him has done nothing to d
I drag a hand over my face before grabbing a pair of boxer briefs from the top drawer of the dresser and yanking them up my legs. By the time the elastic band snaps against my waist, Skye has already ripped open the bedroom door and is racing down the staircase like she's narrowly escaped becoming a human sacrifice. The pounding of her feet echoes off the bare walls before reverberating in my head. I grab athletic shorts, a T-shirt, and shoes before taking off.What the hell am I supposed to say once I catch up to her?That I'm sorry?Well, guess what?I'm not.I've had a major hard-on for that girl since she stepped foot on campus. It was only a matter of time before the sexual energy brewing between us exploded. I wasn't lying when I told her that I've used other women to try to obliterate her from my mind.The operative word being try.Only now is it apparent that I've been deluding myself.We've always had undeniable chemistry. What I didn't anticipate was that it would have
Once she got to Wisconsin, she was too busy to talk or even text. And I was swamped with football camp. Before I knew it, weeks had flown by with only a few sporadic messages between us. Unable to stand the separation, I got in my car and drove the seventeen hours to Camp whatever-the-hell-its-name-was. Instead of being happy to see me, Skye dropped the bomb that she was staying in Wisconsin to attend college. Her mother had pulled some strings and got her accepted at UW-Madison.I thought she was joking.Who the fuck wants to live in Wisconsin?She wasn't.Then she unceremoniously dumped my ass. Something about our lives moving in different directions and us growing apart-blah, blah, blah. My brain clicked off, and I stopped listening to the bullshit excuses since that was what they were. None of it made sense.How could she throw away our relationship?I'm not proud of myself, but in a moment of weakness, I told her that if being closer to her mother was so important, I'd tra
"Exactly who does that bitch think she is?" Lanie seethes as she paces back and forth in front of the bed I sit on.The bitch in question is Tasha Adams."Calm down. They're just working together on a project. It's not a big deal."Lanie whips around and plants her hands on her hips. I gulp, glad that I'm not Tasha. I don't think I'd want to be on the receiving end of Lanie's jealousy."Shows how much you know. Tasha has been trying to sink her skanky claws into Jaxon ever since freshman year." Her eyes cloud before she reluctantly admits, "Maybe I didn't mention it before, but they've hooked up a couple of times.""Oh.""It's not like they ever went out or anything," she tacks on hastily. "He's got much higher standards than that. But she had a hard time accepting that it was a casual relationship. She followed him around like a puppy and would show up at the parties he was at."Well, that definitely changes the circumstances. Now I understand why Lanie is uneasy about her b
"I'm so glad we could get together and do this!" Brandi gushes from across the table at Poco Loco, a local restaurant with the best Mexican food in town.Brandi wanted to go somewhere more upscale, but I convinced her to dine here instead. I love the food and haven't had a chance to stop in since I've returned. If I'm being forced to endure her company, I should at least get a good meal out of it. "Yeah," I enthuse, "me, too." Dad owes me big time for this. Unexpectedly, she reaches across the table and lays a perfectly manicured hand over mine. I glance down at her slim fingers and fight the urge to pull away."Now that you've moved back home, we have a real opportunity to strengthen our bond. I want us to be close, Skye. Especially with everything that's going on with your dad." Emotion gathers in her baby blues as she blinks back the moisture. "Family is the most important thing, and we need to stick together and support one another. Whatever you're feeling, you can sh
It's almost difficult to believe that fifteen minutes ago, I'd been thinking that this lunch hadn't turned out so bad and I might have misjudged her.My mistake. She's as awful as I'd always suspected. In one breath, she's crying about Dad having cancer, and in the next, she's feeling up my ex-boyfriend.It's enough to make me sick.I don't realize that a disgusted snort has escaped until Hunter twists his head toward me and catches my gaze. Humor flares to life in his eyes, and my lips reluctantly quirk upward.Is it weird that we're having a moment over this absurd situation?My heart picks up its tempo as our gazes stay locked. It's only when Brandi untangles herself from him that I'm able to look away. Just when I think my stepmother can't sink any lower, she reaches out and squeezes one of Hunter's biceps."My goodness, it's certainly obvious that you've been hitting the weights since I last saw you." She's practically eating him up with her eyes, and her voice has turned br
"Catch you back at the house." I fist bump Sam Henderson on the way out of Poco Loco before heading to my '69 Ford Mustang parked in the lot. Mason bought it off one of his customers dirt cheap. At the time, it had to be towed to the house because we couldn't get the engine to turn over. We spent the summer before my senior year of high school fixing it up and getting it to run. My brother's friend did a custom paint job on it in exchange for some repair work, and it's been purring like a kitten ever since. No matter how much money I make, this car is my baby, and I'll never get rid of it. I slide onto the butter-soft black leather and start it up. It's music to my ears when the engine growls to life. "Damn, Price, that Shelby gives me major wood every time I see it," Eric Wixom shouts as he jumps into the pickup truck parked next to me. "Sure you don't want to sell her?""The answer hasn't changed from last week, Wixom. You can stop asking."I pull out of the lot and into
"Where are we going?" Apprehension threads its way through her voice.It would be all too easy to explain that I wasn't paying attention, but then I realize it's not true. Muscle memory has taken over, and I'm headed to the beach. The one we used to call our own.Goddamn, this really was a shit idea on my part. I should turn around and head back to the relative safety of campus, but I'm powerless to pump the brakes and jerk the wheel."Where are we going?"I press my lips together, afraid of the answers that might escape. After a mile, I pull into the small parking lot that overlooks the ocean. I cut the engine and allow the saltiness of the air to waft over me. Skye and I used to come here all the time. We'd have bonfires at night with our friends. She'd sit between my outstretched legs, and I'd bury my face in her hair as the wind blew through it.I can't come here without thinking of Skye. The two will forever be entwined in my mind. She's been a beach girl for as long as