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down and kicked at something. Then pulled her hand out of the water, her fist clamped around a pair of white panties.

I slid my briefs down my legs and kicked them off, not caring if they ended up at the bottom of the swimming hole. I needed to feel her. Now.

She adjusted her hips, sliding onto me. With nothing to anchor us, I moved my hands to her waist. Fuck, she was tight. I thrust into her, gently at first.

Her hands grabbed onto my shoulders and she started to move. Then she leaned closer, capturing my lips with hers. The little moans coming from the back of her throat made me eager to please. I wanted to make her come undone, this woman who reminded me so much of a time in my life when I thought anything was possible.

I strained, filling her, thrusting all the way in until I’d seated myself deep inside her.

Her nails dug into my shoulders while her mouth continued to seek mine. This was hot. The combination of doing it in the water and knowing anyone could come upon us had me on the edge of release. But she needed to go first. I wanted her to tumble over the edge so I hung on, sliding a hand between us to see if I could help her find her release.

Her hips bucked against me. Water splashed between us and still, we went at it like two desperate animals who hadn’t had sex in way too long.

A long, keening moan ripped from her lips and her hips stilled.

I eased out slowly, one centimeter at a time. Then slid back in. Her body responded, matching the rhythm I set for us until she shattered around me. Sensing her release, I gave into my own.

A few minutes later, fully sated, we climbed onto the big, flat rock where we’d left our clothes. The sun had disappeared behind the tops of the trees, a reminder that we both had places to be. I wasn’t ready to let her go yet. I wanted to pause the clock and soak everything in… from the symphony of the cicadas to the way the breeze brushed over my skin.

“Hungry for some pie?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I’ve got to get home and finish tying ribbons on the party favors.”

“We still on for the wedding?”

Her eyes held a glimmer of hope. “You really don’t think it’s a big deal?”

“Nah. I’ll behave. Besides, my cousins are already going to be there since most of them work at the distillery.”

“That’s true. I really don’t want to go with Sherman’s cousin. All he ever wants to talk about is his turtles.” She pulled her sundress on over her head.

I helped her yank the hem down even though the fabric kept sticking to her wet skin. “It’ll be fine. I promise.”

“And this”—she pointed at my pile of clothes, then at the water—“no one needs to know about this, okay?”

I grabbed her hand and held it to my lips. “It’s our secret.”

“Seven o’clock at the distillery, Saturday night.” She gave me a bashful grin as she tucked her panties and bra into her bag.

“I’ll be there.” And if luck was on my side, maybe we’d repeat the events of this afternoon. Though, somewhere indoors might be better. Either way, I was already looking forward to spending more time with her, with or without our clothes. Being with Tori fed something in my soul, a hollow place I didn’t know existed.

“See you then.” She slipped on her shoes and climbed the path back up to where we’d left our cars. I tugged on my pants and watched her go, already looking forward to when I’d get to see her again.

Chapter Nine

Tori

I spent the rest of the night tying narrow satin ribbons into tiny bows to finish Bailey’s wedding favors, but I didn’t mind. Deacon called me when he got back from a night out with his cousins, and we spent hours getting to know each other.

He confessed how out of place he felt when he moved back to LA, how much he’d missed his family and how his mom had guilted him into staying with her, even though her priorities revolved around her new husband and less on a thirteen-year-old boy who needed her. My heart ached for the boy he’d once been. No matter how mad I got at my sisters or frustrated my mom made me, we were kin, and we had to stick together. That’s what