Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,264

with a ‘you didn’t’ expression. He chuckles and I pick up a cracker and throw it at his face.

“Maybe I should sleep at my own house tonight.” Both my eyebrows raise.

“You’re only hurting yourself if you do.” He holds a piece of watermelon in front of my lips, one without the white seeds. A perfectly ripe piece from the outside layer, red and juicy just like I love it.

“You think so?” I ask.

He runs the sweet fruit along my lips.

“You’re sweeter tasting than this fruit.”

Heat warms my core with his words. He lets me nibble on the piece of cold watermelon and brings my wine glass to my lips.

“That’s what I’m going to do to you when I get you home. I’m going to put you on my counter, slide your panties down your legs and bury my head under your skirt until my scalp is sore from you tugging on my hair.” The wine disappears and the cold watermelon is back at my lips. “Still want to go to your house?”

I open my mouth, snatching the watermelon with my teeth, sliding it off his fingers. The juicy sweetness explodes inside my mouth and I swallow it down, staring at Roarke the entire time.

“That sounds okay, but what else do you have planned?”

It takes a moment for him to realize I’m joking, but when he does, his fingers attack my ribs and I fall back on the blanket in a fit of laughter. I’m in the moment and it isn’t until his hard erection thrusts between my open legs that I realize we’re in public.

“Roarke!” I smack his shoulders, but he moans, his lips falling down from my collarbone to in between my breasts.

My eyes blink open and no one is staring above me with disapproving grins, but when I turn to find Lucy, all five kids’ eyes are poised directly at me.

“Roarke!” I hit him again and he looks up.

“I’m just getting started.”

Then he sees what I’m talking about and he sits up, positioning my skirt over my now wet panties.

“Maybe we’re not ready to go out in public yet?” I ask, cringing.

Thank goodness the parents are too consumed in their own conversation, and I really hope we didn’t ruin the innocence of childhood.

Roarke starts re-packing the basket and Lucy saunters over, plopping down on the blanket. Three of the five kids follow her.

“Can I be next?” one little boy with spiky blond hair and bright green eyes asks, sitting on his knees, his hand still on Lucy.

“Pardon?” I ask.

“He won so it’s my turn.” He jumps on me, his small hands trying to push me down.

“Hey!” For some reason, I freeze as this kid starts slapping and using any force he can to get me down to the blanket.

Finally, I get what he’s trying to do and I lay flat on my back. He holds my hands on the ground and his friend starts slapping the grass.

“1…2…3… You’re done.” The kid playing referee hops to his feet and points to me.

The blond kid jumps up, stepping on my leg. He and his friend slap high fives and start celebrating.

“Boys!” Roarke grabs my arm and swiftly helps me up to my feet when he finally clues in to what’s happening. “What are you doing? You need to apologize.”

They stop all movement. The little girl who ventured over with them is still petting Lucy and staring up at the scene unfolding in front of her. She doesn’t seem at all alarmed at the fact that the boys are in trouble. Must be a regular occurrence.

“We’re playing WWE,” one boy says.

I rub my arm where the kid pinned me, seriously what is he like five?

Roarke bends over at the waist, laughing. I’m still confused.

He gets a hold of himself enough to fill me in. “They thought you and I were wrestling. That I pinned you.”

My face heats and not from the sun beating down on us.

Roarke grabs the blanket and I help him fold it so it will fit back in the backpack he brought.

“You boys are so stupid, they were about to have sex,” the little girl says.

The blanket drops from my hands. “No, we weren’t.”

“Yeah you were,” she continues to pet Lucy while she speaks, like it’s really no big deal.

“No, we weren’t,” I insist, stronger now.

“Okay.” Roarke, ever the diplomat puts his hands between me and the little girl. “We’re leaving. Go back to your parents now, kids.” He points to the circle of adults in folding chairs