You Only (Cameron Farms Book 1) - Melanie Jayne Page 0,18

on her hands and moved to her pants, jerking them down her legs. She used one foot to push them to the floor. He broke the kiss. “Are you wet?”

She was dripping, running hot the moment he had pushed her against the door. “No.” She wanted him to check, to see the evidence of how much she wanted him.

“Liar,” he rumbled. His hand moved to the cotton between her legs. “You’re soaked,” he didn’t sound displeased.

He gave her cotton panties a violent jerk and they tore apart in his hands.

“Oh God,” she panted.

“I’m going to fuck you against this door. Do you want that, Hale?”

She didn’t answer. The words seemed too hard to say. Instead, she widened her stance, wishing desperately that he would push the finger that was stroking the outline of her slit inside her.

“You have to say it,” he rasped.

“Say what?” She wasn’t following, she dropped her hands to his belt. She somehow managed to unthread the leather and to unbuckle it. Her hands were shaking as she moved to unbutton his pants.

“Ask me to fuck you.” Finn’s hands joined hers and he unbuttoned his pants.

She wanted this so much. Finn slowly unzipped his fly, her hands were on his briefs pushing them down, so that she could touch his cock. She had to feel him.

His body was gone.

What the hell? Hale’s eyes focused on Finn standing two feet away, his hand wrapped around his cock as he kicked his pants away.

“Say it,” he ordered, as his hand ran up and down his thick penis.

“Goddamnit, Finn, fuck me. I want you to fuck me,” she commanded.

He was on her before she finished giving the order. He grabbed her upper thigh roughly, lifting her leg up, so that he could have room between her legs.

She reached out to grip his hard penis. God, he was so hot, the muscle hard under his silken skin. She pumped up and down twice. She ran her finger over the head, capturing some of his pre-cum, letting it coat her fingertip and the head.

“Hale,” he groaned.

She let out an evil laugh as she pulled him closer and positioned the head of his cock at her opening. “Fuck me now, Finn.”

Jesus Christ, she had two fingers buried inside her wet pussy, pumping as she woke. She used her other hand to spread her lips wider and with a swipe of her index finger, she rubbed some of her cream onto her clit. Her orgasm was so close, she could feel the fire along her spine as her body tensed in anticipation. One, two strokes and she came with a moan.

When she caught her breath, she scooted down the mattress, adjusted her pillow and prepared to go back to sleep. “I am so screwed,” she whispered and closed her eyes.

Chapter Four

July

Finn’s alarm sounded, the harsh horn jarring him awake. He stretched and swiped the screen to halt the honking sound. He scratched his chest as he waited for his brain to kick in. It was going to be a busy day. Whitleysburg celebrated the 4th of July in a big way. He turned on the TV on the way to the shower, hoping to catch the local weather. The parade was scheduled for ten and the festival events would start at noon.

He could hear the weatherman’s prediction over the hot shower spray. “It’s going to be a beautiful 4th, folks. Currently it is seventy-two with a high of eighty-seven. Remember to use plenty of sunscreen because today will be sunny with no rain in sight.”

Finn finished in the shower and wrapped the thick towel around his hips. It was never his favorite task to pull together his clothes for the day. He could start out in shorts until he had to don a knit shirt and khakis for the parade where he would walk the route. The cocktail party fundraiser tonight would require that he put on a suit, but no tie, not if he could get away without it. Jasmine would have an opinion on that fashion choice. Then the fireworks would start at ten, ending a long-ass day.

He returned to the bathroom, coated his cheeks with shaving gel, and started to run the razor over the contour of his jaw. His phone vibrated, signifying an incoming text. He paused his shaving to check the sender. “Shit, Tracey.” He stared into the mirror. Going out on one date with the tall redhead had proved to be a mistake. She had called or sent