Secrets We Hunt (One Night #2)(6)

“Maybe I have ulterior motives,” she breathes. “But it would be nice to be on more of an even playing field,” she says, her hand leaving my arm to rub against my groin. “We’d both have to take off our clothes,” she whispers into my ear as we both continue moving our hands. She kisses her way down my throat, and I groan and push my hips into her hand.

“How about this,” I say, my free hand grabbing her throat and pushing her away from my body, putting the control back in my hands. “We’ll have a little race.” Her breaths come harder and faster as I pump my finger in and out of her sweet cunt. “If you win, I’ll drop this little secret you’re keeping from me.”

She nods and rolls her hips to meet my thrusts. I can tell she’s close, and I want her to come for me. I want to see what she looks like when it’s me pulling the pleasure from her body. I find that little spot inside of her and press the pad of my finger against it over and over again, watching her mouth fall open and her eyes begin to roll back.

“But if I win,” I say, taking her mouth with mine. “You have to tell me.” I keep pushing in and out of her as her moans get louder and her breaths come more quickly. Our tongues fight for dominance as we kiss and move together. “Deal?” I ask her, breaking the kiss and moving down her neck.

“Deal,” she whimpers. “Whatever you want, just let me come, Wes, please.”

“Fuck me, Little Doe. I love it when you beg.” I move faster inside of her, pulsing right where she needs it. “Come for me,” I command as I bite and lick that same tender spot on her shoulder. I claim her in that moment, marking her as mine. I want everyone at this fucking wedding to see the marks, to hear her as she comes with my name on her lips. She isn’t going to get away from me this time around.

“Fuck, Wesley!” she cries out, clinging to me like a life preserver as the waves of her orgasm crash over her. I feel her flood her panties and clench around my finger. The palm of my hand gently rubs against her clit as she comes, drawing out her pleasure for as long as she can stand it.

As she catches her breath, I pull free of her cunt and her panties, licking up the mess she made. I’ll never get tired of the way she tastes, and my cock hardens even more at the thought of those soft thighs squeezing the life out of my skull as I feast on her like a dying man.

“Better collect yourself,” I tell her, my thumb playing with the angry bite mark I left on her skin. “You get a five-second head start, and then the chase is on, Little Doe.”

“Nari,” she swears in Arabic, standing on wobbly legs. I laugh as I watch her fumble.

“Five,” I count. Her eyes go wide, and she takes a step back.

“Four.”

“Motherfucker,” she says. “Your plan was to make me weak before the chase? Seems a bit unfair.”

“Three.”

She swears again and kicks off her heels before taking off across the deck and down another set of stairs.

“Two!” I shout after her. “One!”

Let the chase begin.





CHAPTER FOUR





She isn’t the smartest prey I’ve had. Either that or she wants to be caught. That thought excites me far more than it should. But I can hear her hard and fast breathing along with her thudding footsteps as she runs down the deck. I actually know where the pool is; the boys and I were there earlier today. So even though I wasn’t sure how she got us down here earlier, I know where to go now.

Especially with her loud as fuck noises leading the way.

“Little Doe,” I call, seeing her hair whip out around her as she turns down a corner. “I see you!” I sing.

I follow her down the hall, peeking around the corner where I saw her disappear and see her smiling around the next turn before she takes off. My girl does want to be caught—how sweet.

If my memory serves me right, she’s going the wrong way. When I follow her and see her climbing the stairs instead of making her way toward the front of the yacht, I realize she’s trying to run back to the party.

I grin and stop playing. I take off, moving up the steps two at a time. She squeals and picks up her pace, rounding another corner before going up the last flight of steps to where the dance floor and bar is. But I’m close now, so close I can smell her scent coming off her in waves as she sprints.

Just as she makes it to the top and the bartenders come into sight, I grab her arm. She squeals again, causing a few people to look our way, but I ignore them. I pull her to me and grab her waist, easily tossing her over my shoulder. I turn us around because no one gets to see her ass except for me and carry her down the stairs.

“Wesley!” she says, trying to sound stern, but it just comes out in a fit of laughter. “Put me down!”

“Why would I do that?” I ask her. “I have you in the perfect position.” I give her a hard swat on her ass. She yelps and starts to hit my ass with her ineffectual fists. I run my hand up her smooth inner thigh as I descend the next set of stairs. Her breath hitches when I reach her ass, soothing and kneading the mark I just left.

“Where did you think you were going to escape to, Zo-Zo?” I ask her as we enter the alcove where the pool is. Everyone is still busy upstairs, so we have the entire place to ourselves. Half of it is covered by the deck above, and the rest is open to the night sky. The only light down here comes from the lights inside the pool and the soft glow from the lights above us. “Nowhere to go when you’re stuck in the ocean.”