Page 81 of Tears of Gold

He swears softly, pulling me up to straddle his waist as he kisses me soundly, reminding me of everything we did the night of the festival. I’m seeing sparks by the time he releases me. He leans me away from him and sucks my nipple through the shirt.

“Fuck, I’ve been admiring these for the past half hour!”

I gasp and arch back as he tugs, pulling hot slippery mercury from my pussy to my nipples. Arms come around my back as Skye takes some of my torso weight and Erritt steps up beside him, resting a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

Harper runs his hands over me, massaging my skin and moaning low in his throat like he can’t believe what he’s touching. He runs his hands up my ribs, lifting my shirt. Skye pulls it clear of my arms.

I whimper, having absolutely no qualms about Harper’s speed. We’ve danced around each other for so long, my thighs already ache for him, remembering where we left off last time.

Suddenly, he slows and sucks in a deep breath. He sets me on my feet and takes both my hands. “Ava Mathews, will you be my girlfriend?”

His gallant action makes me smile. “Gladly.”

He looks over my shoulder. “Do I have to ask you too?”

Skye chuckles. “Nope, we’re a package deal. Besides, me being your girlfriend is physiologically impossible.”

Harper glances at Erritt, who shakes his head. “What he said.”

Grinning, Harper wraps me in his arms. “I can’t believe this is happening! Please tell me I’m not dreaming!”

My breasts crush against his bare skin, and a trillion nerve cells catch on fire. I splash water into his face. “You’re not dreaming!”

He yells and splashes me back. I squeak. Harper tackles me, and we crash under the water together. He shrieks at the cold as he comes up, and we both laugh. All the unease and uncertainty that’s sat heavy in my mind over the past weeks lifts, and I feel lighter than air.

He tucks my hair behind one ear and kisses me. His every move ebbs with passion, and my heart quivers in response.

“Ava,” he murmurs. “Please tell me I don’t need to take you on five dates and text for a month before getting in your pants. I don’t think I can last that long.”

I laugh. That’s the worst scenario I can picture right now. “I’m pretty sure we can skip all that.”

“Perfect!” He picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist again. He’s already hard as a rock. The prospect of continuing what we started last time fills me with anticipation that shivers its way through my wet limbs.

Harper sloshes through the shallows, still kissing me like he’s a parched man in need of water. He stumbles up the bank and lays me on the rug. While kissing me, he stretches one of my arms above my head and runs his fingertips down the sensitive inner skin. I gasp.

Goosebumps rise on my skin. He does it again and again, moving teasingly closer to my exposed breast each time. My nerve endings blaze as his fingers circle their way around my rippled areola, not quite touching as he kisses me again.

I groan and arch my body into his, begging for satisfying touch. Finally, he pinches my nipple, and I moan with the sweet fervor that spills through me, running from my breast straight to my core. I push against him, and he allows me to roll us. As I’m positioning on his stomach, he takes my nipple in his mouth and sucks, playing with the other.

Magma spurts through my veins. My brain fills up with swear words and nothing else, and I clamp down on my lip with my teeth to keep my silence. Crouching, I strip away first my shorts and then his.

It’s his turn to moan as my hand closes around his swollen cock. His low sound slithers hotly all the way to my toes, and my core kicks up a gear. Sliding my hands across him, I trail kisses down his stomach, following the treasure trail of hair from his belly button to his groin. The deep grunt Harper makes as I take his hard on in my mouth brings wetness to my aching pussy.

I suck him in as deep as I can go without choking. His male musk wafts strong in my nose as his body trembles beneath me, making me think of beach sports in the sand.

“Oh fuck! Baby, what are you doing to me?” His fingers clench in my hair. I smile and cup his balls. He chokes. “Aves, shit! That feels so good!” He thrusts his hips upward, sinking his engorged pole deeper into my mouth. He releases my hair with a muttered apology, his fingers questing along my ears and scalp, gently stroking, discovering all of me. I lick his tip and he moans.

Harper pushes my head lower, legs shaking. “Holy fuck, woman! That’s magic. You’re so beautiful!” His intense response sets my own body trembling. I just want to eat him.

Glancing sideways, I find Skye and Erritt in my field of view. They sit together on the bank a stone’s throw away, cuddling and watching us. Skye smiles at me and a swell of happiness washes through me, knowing they’re okay with this.

Harper pulls on my shoulders, drawing my full attention back to him. As I move, he sits up and pulls me down onto his lap, facing him. His jagged breathing caresses my skin, and the sound strokes my pleasure as much as his hands. I feel too tight in my skin, like I need to be freed. I writhe myself against him.

Shit, I didn’t know I was this hungry for my rogue.

I position myself over his hard on, and he slides in as I lower myself. We both moan as he fills my chamber. As I rock against him gently, Harper pulls me tight against him and kisses me senseless.

He draws back, panting as he asks, “Do you want the other guys here? Is that how this works?”