Page 70 of Savagely Scarred

His rough palm slides over my cheek and turns my face toward him. “He was a dick to me. He was a monster to you.”

I place my hand over his and close my eyes, leaning into his touch. When I open them again, his are glistening. From the alcohol or his emotions, I can’t tell.

“We’re going to get him this time.”

Nodding, I give him a small smile in reply. He lowers his hand and folds his arms on the side of my raft.

I dip my hand into the pool and raise it back up to drip water over my stomach. His gaze turns hungry, watching the movement—following the droplets as they roll down my side. I repeat the motion, but this time drip water over my thighs next. His finger toys with the string on my bottoms.

“Sage,” I drawl out in warning.

“Yes, my love?” he says mockingly.

“Don’t.”

“Okay,” he whispers against my ribs, “I won’t.”

His lips brushing across my skin sends a shiver through my body. Another water bead rolls down my side, and he catches it on his tongue. He licks up my tattoo following the trail it left.

I splash him. “Stop,” I whisper yell, “What if your parents come out here?”

“Okay, okay!” He holds his hands up and then leans in to kiss me on the cheek. Right before he makes contact, he pushes the edge of the raft into the water, dumping me into the pool.

When I breach the surface, his grin is devious. He’s so proud of himself. Growling, I splash him again, and he grabs my wrists and barrels into me. My back hits the side of the pool, and he holds my arms hostage under the water.

My head falls to the side, letting him kiss a trail down my neck. “You’re so bad,” I whisper.

He releases my wrists and nips my earlobe. “You love it.”

My hand grabs onto his wet hair when he latches onto my nipple through my top. He grinds himself into me and a moan slips free. “Yes, I do,” I breathe.

My gaze bounces back and forth from his head to the patio door until he blocks my view. He kisses me hard, the edge of the pool digging into my shoulder blades. When his tongue caresses mine, chlorine and whiskey mix in a delicious, burning heat.

My legs wrap around his waist, opening myself up more for him. He continues to rub his cock against my clit, his fingers digging into my hips with a punishing grip. I bite his bottom lip before breaking the kiss.

I toss my head back on a moan when he sinks his teeth into my neck. He soothes the bite with his tongue and sucks just enough to make my eyes roll back, but not enough to leave a mark. I’m panting, staring at the sky when he pulls my chin down with his thumb. His gaze is filled with all the sin and desire of something forbidden.

“I can’t bring the stars down for you”—he undoes the tie at my hip—“but I can make you see them.”

He forces my thighs back toward the wall as he dips under the water. I don’t even have time to brace myself before he sucks my clit into his mouth.

“Oh fuck,” I breathe.

I grab onto the side of the pool with one hand and hold the back of his head with the other. He explores every inch of my pussy with his tongue before finding my clit again. I bite my bottom lip to keep from moaning as he finds the perfect rhythm. My orgasm builds rapidly and then it shatters when he comes up for air. I sigh at the loss, but he goes right back under for more. I grind shamelessly against his face, trying to find my release.

The patio door slides open and I stiffen. His mother steps out and I move my thighs over his shoulders to hold him under the water.

“Hey kids, just wanted to let you know we’re turning in for the night.”

“Okay,” my voice cracks when Sage slides a finger inside my pussy.

“Where’s Will?”

“Um, bath—room?” I stutter when he tries to stand back up. I struggle trying to press him back down with my thighs.

“Alright, goodnight, dear!”

“Goodnight!” I give a quick wave and force a smile.