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"You gonna stand there looking, or you gonna do something?"

Three strides. I shut the door with my boot and dropped to my knees.

I bunched the shirt in my fist and put her thigh over my shoulder. Up close, she was soaked, pussy fat and slick, wet enough that when I spread her open, I dragged my tongue through her, slow, from her hole to her clit, and she swore, fingers twisting in my hair hard enough to sting.

"That's it. Don't be polite with it. Eat that shit."

I sucked her clit into my mouth and pushed two fingers in her, then curled them. She was tight and sloppy at the same time. She rode my face, smearing it.

"Look at you. Big bad Grizz on his knees with my pussy in his mouth. Fuck—right there. Suck it. Don't you stop."

I licked her through the first shake and kept going when she tried to close her legs. I held her open and fucked her with my tongue until she came on my mouth, twitching, a mess down my chin. She yanked my head back by the hair, panting, eyes gone glossy.

"Your turn. Pants off. I want that dick in my mouth."

I stood. She went down like she'd been waiting all day. Took me out, spit in her palm, stroked me once, then sucked the head in. Her mouth was so wet and warm. My spine tingled. No teasing. She took me to the back of her throat and hummed when I hit it. Spit ran down her fist onto her tits. Her other hand was between her legs, two fingers in herself while she sucked me.

"Lila."

She pulled off just enough to talk around it, lips shiny.

"Don't you dare cum yet. I didn't say you could.

Then she went back down and let me fuck her mouth in short strokes, eyes up, mascara wrecked, gagging a little and staying on it anyway. When I got too close, she popped off, wiped her lip with her thumb, and sucked the thumb clean.

"Bed. Now. I want to sit on it."

I carried her. The shirt came off on the way. I sat on the edge, and she climbed into my lap facing me, reached down, and dragged my dick through her wet before she put me where she wanted. She sank onto me in one long slide, took every inch, and we both made a sound that didn't belong in a friendly arrangement. She was hot and tight and dripping down my balls.

"Fuck. That's deep," she rolled her hips, grinding her clit on me.

"You feel that? That's yours tonight. Use it."

An hour later, I was still inside her. Second time. Her face in the pillow, ass up, my hand on the back of her neck, her telling me harder like I needed instructions. The wet slap of it filled the room. She came again with her fist in her mouth, and I followed, buried to the base, holding her there so she had to take it.

She wasn't mine. She'd made that clear.

But she was under my skin now.

Chapter 28

Lila

The Miami rental had a pool that looked like it belonged to people who took better vacations than even I could afford. The water was an expensive blue. Smoke from the grill drifted across it while Hawk argued with Deacon about chicken skin and Sully turned the ribs as if the timing were a moral issue.

I got out of the pool slowly.

Water sheeted off the red bikini I had packed on purpose. Grizz was in a chair with a beer and his sunglasses on, facing the grill, but he was watching me. I walked over dripping. I climbed into his lap, wet thighs on either side of him, and sat down on the hard line of his body.

Nobody paid attention. They were used to me doing this.

Tiny was yelling. Ronny was on speaker from DC, yelling back at him. Ronny said she didn't like Tiny, but I really think she did. He was just different from what she was used to.

I put my mouth against his ear.

"Follow me to the cabana," then I said, loud enough for everybody to hear, "I'm going to change."

I slid off him and walked toward the striped tent at the far end of the patio. I did not look back. I did not need to. I knew he would follow. We'd been fucking for two weeks. He never said no. Any time. Any place.