Moving my hand over his, I guide him down closer to where I want him to be. When his large finger slips inside of me, my entire body shudders, squeezing my eyes shut.
I hear the distant sound of people around us laughing and the faint hum of music playing below, but it all falls away in this moment with Brix. The basket we’re riding in jolts as it moves a few feet. My heart hammers in my chest, chancing a peek at the world around us and the boardwalk below, wondering if anyone can see us.
“Do you really think I’d let anyone see you like this?”
He doesn’t wait for me to respond, his eyes blazing into me when I peer up at him.
“Not a fucking chance.” His words are low, so full of desire. My pussy clenches around his finger as he adds his thumb rubbing over my clit.
“You’re driving me crazy.”
Each subtle flick of his finger tracing over my sensitive skin causes my stomach to quiver. He alternates between rubbing my clit to slowly torturing me with his finger, each move unpredictable but delivered with precision.
He knows how to work me up to the point I’m damn near begging.
“Brix,” I pant.
The basket moves again, sending us closer and closer to the bottom. My body is wound tight with need. I’m so close to the edge.
Brix adjusts his hand, curling his finger inside me as he brushes his thumb over my tight bud once again. The move, combined with the soft feel of his teeth grazing against my shoulder, barely containing his moan as he rocks his hips against my ass, sends me spiraling over the cliff.
Squeezing my eyes shut tight, I struggle to breathe, the air changing as the sun beats down on us.
“So mine,” he growls, crashing his mouth on mine in a soul-searing kiss.
All I can do is wrap my hand around his neck as I hold on for the ride.
Twenty-Two
Brix
Jogging down the front steps, I run my hand over the front of my pants, checking to make sure I have my phone. I’m reaching for the handle of my pickup, swinging the door open when I hear the soft purr of an engine pull up behind me, spotting my dad’s Lexus pull into the driveway.
“Hey, Son.”
I want to roll my eyes at his jovial response. We’ve hardly spoken to each other since he dropped his surprise marriage on me, now he wants to show up here like everything is perfect?
I guess when you’re Jasper Ward and you live in a world with rose-colored glasses, focusing only on yourself, you tend to forget it’s not sunshine and rainbows for everyone else around you.
“Hi,” I reply. No sunshine. No rainbows. Just his son, standing here wishing he’d move his fucking car so I can leave.
“You headin’ off somewhere?” he asks. His olive skin is darker, likely from all the vacationing he’s been doing over the past few weeks. I want to curl my lip in annoyance, but when I think about how I’ve spent the past few weeks since he’s been gone, I can’t find it in me to be bothered.
With him away, it’s given me and Ivy space to enjoy ourselves without the watchful eyes of our parents around.
“Meeting up with the guys. Band practice.”
He nods, surveying the yard and the landscaping I had installed last week, making his way to the front of the house.
I know the terms of our deal. I haven’t let shit go around here, yet I’m waiting for him to say something condescending that’ll have me biting my tongue to avoid telling him off.
Let him say what he’s here to say, then send him on his way.
“I won’t keep you. I just wanted to stop by and talk to you about your mom.”
I break eye contact with him, pinching my lips together, stopping myself from shaking my head.
Anytime he brings her up, it turns into an argument. He wanted out of their marriage, the way I see it, how she’s doing or where she’s at is none of his concern.