I Flipping Love You (Shacking Up #3)(47)

“No one was looking at me.”

“You’re adorably oblivious, you know that?” He moves in closer, angling himself so he almost acts as a shield, blocking me from the other people in the bar.

“Oblivious?”

“Yes. Oblivious. You’re too busy worrying about what your sister’s getting up to to notice all the attention you get.”

Marley has always been the brightest star with the biggest personality, and I’ve always been in the background. Beyond that, after the family scandal a decade ago, it was better to be a wallflower than to stand out, like I am now in this ostentatious dress. “Someone has to take care of her and keep her out of trouble.”

“And what about you? Who takes care of you, Rian?” Although the question seems innocent, it’s far more loaded than he can understand or imagine.

“We take care of each other.” Nerves make my mouth dry.

Pierce leans in closer, fingers skimming my cheek. It’s the gentlest caress. “Why are you so guarded?”

“Why do you ask so many personal questions?”

“Because I like you and I’m trying to get to know you.”

“You like me because I let you screw me on a dryer.” I take another sip of water, my face as hot as the rest of my body.

“I liked you before that.” His grin widens. “And I like you more because of that.”

I gesture between us. “This isn’t a good idea if we’re going to be working for you and your brother.” Lawson is too hungry for this property for it to be the last he buys.

“Business is business. We can keep it separate. I had a lot of fun last night.” He dips his head and his cold fingers tilt my chin up. “I think you had fun too. I think we could have more fun, together.” His lips hover over mine. “What about you? What do you think?”

Flashbacks of last night flicker through my head like a slideshow on fast-forward when his chest meets mine and his thumb sweeps across my bottom lip. We have one more night at the beach house before we have to go back to our apartment and real life. Who knows what will happen after that? Based on our conversations, he’s only here temporarily, anyway. I can’t deny the sex was awesome, or that I kind of like how much joy he derives from antagonizing me. I could have a summer fling, the kind I should’ve had years ago, before my life fell apart.

I grace him with what I hope is the same cocky smile he likes to give me. “I’m up for some fun.”

“I knew you’d come around.”

He kisses me, a quick brushing of lips before he steps back. “Wanna get out of here?”

I find Marley to let her know I’m leaving with Pierce, to which I get a thumbs-up and a have fun. And then we’re out the doors, heading for the beach.

He crouches when we reach the sand and removes my shoes, carrying them as we walk down the beach. Quickly. I’ve had a few drinks and it’s fairly dark, aside from the moon and the stars and the porch lights from houses. We make it halfway down the beach before he spins me around, crushing my body against his. He takes my face between his palms and tilts my head back as his tongue sweeps inside. I latch onto his forearms, my legs turning watery under the unexpected but welcome kiss. We drop to the sand, mouths fused as I pull him over me.

“We should’ve left sooner.” He grinds his hips against me, his groan desperate, one hand shoved in my hair. The other smoothing down my side and then back up. He breaks the kiss, biting my bottom lip before nibbling his way down my throat. He palms my breast through the fabric, squeezing.

I bite my lip to stifle a moan. I can’t believe we’re back to making out on the beach. It might be deserted for the most part, but I can both hear and see the bar in the distance.

I’m too consumed to care, though, high on the sale and the buzz of hormones and alcohol. We’re both frantic mouths and roaming hands, tugging at fabric, unbuttoning, unzipping, pushing and pulling. Fingers explore, panties are pulled to the side, the tear of foil brings with it tangible relief to the ache between my thighs. Or bodies align and then he’s in me, the dark sky lit up with a million stars I can still see as my eyes close and I let sensation take over. We crash into each other like waves at high tide, desperate, chasing a building release.

“I’m gonna come, Rian, and I don’t want to go over the edge alone.”

“I’m right there with you,” I whisper into his ear.

Two thrusts later I come on a moan that he smothers with his mouth. The kiss is as vicious as the orgasm. He follows after me, movements erratic and intense as his own release steals his coordination.

After a few long, suspended moments, he lifts his head from the crook of my neck, thumb stroking along my jaw, eyes fixed on mine. And then he smiles. “We’re having a sleepover. We’re going to do this all night, and I’m going to cuddle you like a motherfucker after I finishing sexing every last orgasm out of you.”

“Okay.” I mean, what else can I really say to that?





CHAPTER 15

CUDDLE FUCK





PIERCE


This is not how I meant for tonight to go down. I’d planned to catch up with Rian, have a few drinks, and maybe invite her back to my place for a private celebration for two.

Except I hadn’t gotten that far. I blame it on the little green dress. Currently I’m still inside Rian. Still breathing hard, because I fucked her on the beach. And she let me. My cock twitches despite having come less than thirty seconds ago.