Go to the bathroom. The one on the left. Wait for me. Face the wall and don’t lock the door.
It’s a test, to see how she reacts and what she does. An opportunity to begin the game on an interesting foot.
She glances at her lap, presumably reading the message, if the twitch in her brow is any indication. She skims the room and then looks at me. “I, uh, need to go to the bathroom. I’ll be right back.”
Atta girl.
She practically runs to the bathroom without glancing behind her. Once out of view, I abandon our table, motion to the waitstaff to not give it away, and then slip out the front door to round to the back entrance. No one questions me when I enter through the employees’ entrance, or when I grab a spare tie from the shelves in the office.
Being a Westwood certainly has its perks.
After a glance to ensure no one notices, I head to the back, to the three doors leading to individual bathrooms. Two are open; the far left one is shut.
Cracking the door, I peek inside to see if she was good and obeyed my instructions. Without my mask or even a hood, this could go very wrong, but Summer needs to be relaxed; whatever anxiety she was feeling out there isn’t acceptable.
Summer stands, facing the wall, as instructed. Her hands curl by her side, but she inhales sharply as I step inside and shut the door, flicking the lock. Before curiosity turns her around, I cross to her side and grip her hair, using them to push her into the wall, exactly the position I had her in the cabana earlier. Then, I loop the tie over her eyes, tying it until her vision is mine.
My voice deepens into the one used for Hunter, which I have to believe she’s never picked up on. “You’re so good at obeying orders.”
“Sometimes.” Her breath hitches. “I can’t stay long. Levi will wonder.”
Now, it’s my turn to smile, because she set it all up so nicely. “Levican wait while I take what’s fucking owed to me. Sitting across from another man, smiling at him, dressed up for him.”
The moment she opened the cabana’s door wearing a black halter dress, I’ve been fighting the need to touch her. It’s nothing I haven’t seen her wear before, but knowing I’ll get the chance to touch her had me dying to become Hunter again.
I grip the lace riding high on her thigh as I re-angle her head with my grasp on her hair. “Looking innocent when it’s the furthest thing from the truth. You already need a reminder of what you’ve agreed to?”
“N-no.” She quivers as I flip the dress over her ass, baring her smooth skin. My body goes hard when I slot my hand between her thighs. She clenches them closed.
“No, because you know already, or…?”
“No, because I don’t want you to do this.” Her thighs inch apart, giving me permission to slide my finger over her panties.
“That so?” So my little gamer is playing another level already. Albeit, a bit weak on the denial, but cute, nonetheless, as if she doesn’t know which feeling to go with. “If that was you asking me to walk away, then you forget your place.”
I send a swat to her ass, enjoying the way she rocks forward into the wall and rubs her pussy along my finger with a moan she quickly bites down on. “Hunter, you don’t have to do this.”
“I think I do.” I slip beneath the cloth, finding her direct heat. Two fingers glide smoothly through her, back and forth, until she’s rocking on my hand. I’m seconds away from dropping to my knees and eating her out, the absoluteneedto after years offantasizing nearly unbearable. After so long, I finally have her. “Barely even fighting.”
“Yes.”
“What should you be saying, Sunshine?”
“What?” She twitches in my hold as my finger glides up to her swollen little clit. I flick it, enjoying the way she’s struggling not to moan. “Please?”
“Not quite. You should apologize for smiling at another man.”
“Levi?” she pants in the exact tone I anticipate her giving me for real one day. “He doesn’t count. That’s not fair. I came on vacation with him. You can’t expect me to ignore my best friend. Please,” she all but sobs, rocking forward. “I’m not apologizing for?—”
She cuts herself off as I push a finger inside her, then immediately add a second and spread them. She wiggles to adjust, her heat so fucking tight. God, the anticipation of feeling her around my cock soon enough has me dying inside.
“Maybe. But yourbest friendis certainly looking at you, which makes me jealous.”
“Possessive.”
You have no fucking idea.
“You’re the one with me,” she continues. “So what’s that mean?”