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With a swift move, I flipped her onto her back, pinning her beneath me as I pressed my now fully erect cock against her mound. The sensation sent a jolt of pleasure through me, making it difficult to think clearly.
“Should we, or would you rather wait for some delayed gratification?” I asked, my lips brushing against her neck as I spoke.
She looked up at me, her eyes half-lidded with desire. “I think I can wait if you can.”
“Oh, so this is a war of wills?” I teased, leaning in to press a soft kiss to the tip of her nose.
“More like I want to enjoy the beach before it rains,” she murmured, her voice tinged with both mischief and longing.
I sighed, reluctantly rolling off her and sitting on the edge of the bed. The forecast had predicted storms later that evening, possibly spilling into the next day. Erika slid up behind me, her arms wrapping around my neck as she pressed her chest against my back.
“Don’t worry, stud,” she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. “There will be plenty of opportunities this weekend.”
“I hope so,” I replied, my voice tinged with impatience. “Let’s get moving.”
With a swift move, I stood, Erika clinging to me like a monkey as I grabbed her suitcase and rolled it out to the foyer.
“Want to get down, or should I carry you like this to the car?” I asked, glancing over my shoulder at her.
“I like it. Carry me,” she responded, her tone playful.
“I wish I was carrying you somewhere else,” I muttered, my voice low with suggestion.
“Here we go about sex again,” she teased, her tone light, but her eyes said she didn’t mind at all.
“It’s tattooed on my brain,” I admitted, feeling the truth of it deep in my bones. “You’re tattooed on my brain.”
“You’re one big mush, Elliott,” she said, pressing a kiss to my neck.
“It seems to be a theme with my family,” I murmured, a fleeting thought of my brothers crossing my mind.
Talon had recently confided that he was back to chasing after Storm. She continued to dismiss his affection, leaving him more frustrated and heartbroken with each passing day. And Michael... Michael was a mess. The Fourth would mark the anniversary of his disappearance, a memory that hung over our family like a dark cloud. I was relieved he had returned—otherwise, the holiday would have been nothing but a painful reminder.
Shaking off the dark thoughts, I carried Erika to the car, determined to make this weekend about us and nothing else.
"Stop squirming in your seat," I said, glancing over at Erika, who shifted for what felt like the hundredth time.
"I hate traffic," she grumbled, her fingers tapping impatiently on the armrest. "We should’ve left later. The LIE is always a nightmare, especially on a holiday weekend."
"It'll ease up once we get further out," I reassured her, though I wasn’t entirely convinced myself.
"It’s already been two and a half hours of this stop-go shit," she whined, her voice taking on that sultry edge that always got to me. "And I’m horny."
"Fuck, don’t say that," I muttered, gripping the steering wheel a little tighter.
Erika’s hand slid onto my crotch, and I quickly pulled it away, shooting her a warning look.
"Care to get dirty?" she purred, her lips curving into that wicked smile I both loved and feared.
"I need to concentrate on the road," I replied, trying to ignore the heat pooling in my groin.
She raised an eyebrow, incredulous. "Seriously? We’re moving at two miles an hour. Are you afraid to crash?"
"Safety first," I shot back, though the conviction in my voice was wavering.
"Then you won’t mind if I get myself off, do you?" she taunted, her voice dropping to a husky whisper.
"You won’t," I challenged, though I wasn’t sure if I was daring her or pleading with her to stop. "What happened to delayed gratification?"
