I break my eyes from hers, letting them drift over her body. She feels this too. I can tell because everywhere my eyes touch her skin pricks with goose bumps.
I want to touch you.
Grunts and hard breaths come from behind me, and Donovan’s eyes shift to Liam, holding there for a moment, then back to mine. Heat flushes her cheeks, making my dick jump. Dirty thoughts for a dirty girl. A growl pulls from my throat with each thrust of my oar into the water, and she swallows hard.
I want more of that reaction.
I want to grind harder, push more, make her fucking feel it.
I want to watch her eyes stay hooded, and her teeth remain embedded in that suckable bottom lip. Donovan’s hands grip the wood harder, and my eyes drop to her lap. The tiny plaid skirt she’s wearing has blown up her legs. The only thing keeping her decent is the material squeezed between the apex of her creamy thighs, right where I know she tastes the sweetest.
“Big push” is yelled out, breaking my concentration, and I know that we only have a few yards to go.
We all dig in harder, tugging and grunting, until we’re physically spent, dropping back to lie splayed out as we cross over the invisible finish line. I sit up quickly and reach out with my free hand and slowly pull her skirt from the middle of her thighs and spread it back over her legs. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do since it’s my fault it’s raised and maybe even wet.
“Was it worth it?” I question, my sweaty chest still heaving as my fingers drift off her thighs.
Donovan licks her lips, brushing her hair from her face, and leans back, tipping her head up. “More than.”
I had to take two showers, the minute I got home. One to wash off my day and the other to wash off the memory of Donovan. Fuck if I can’t get that damn girl out of my head. My fingers crawl out and touch the screen of my phone, debating whether or not to call her. If I do, it’ll give away who I am, but I’m tempted. She bailed the minute we let her off the boat, but I could still smell her cherry lip gloss after she left, that and her sex—cherries and cream.
The phone in my hand feels heavy as I tap it gently against my desk and squint my eyes as I stare down. She likes this game. And I like her. It’s not time to clue her in, but I need to see her tonight.
Damn.
My head is foggy, and I can’t make sense of what’s going on anymore. But what I do know is that I like Donovan and I want to keep her around—hand in mine, eyes on me. I type out a quick message and grab my shoes.
Me: Go to Levain’s bakery, for her favorite. I’ll meet you at her place in twenty.
Liam: I like the way you think.
I pull on my sneakers and stand, making my way out of the door. A grin graces my face knowing that she’s going to be giddy over what we’re bringing her.
Taking two stairs at a time down to the main floor, I cut a corner around the railing toward where the garage is located. The house is silent, seeing as it’s only Caroline and myself, and since we’re barely speaking, it’s especially quiet. And most of the staff are either gone for the night or in their quarters. That’s the regular schedule after we’ve had dinner, but as I walk down the darkened hall, a light calls my attention.
My father’s office.
Nobody uses his office, or even enters it when he’s gone. So that means Evan must be home. This should be fun. I rap on the door before I push it open, knowing that will piss him off, but not caring if it does. He’s the kind of bastard who expects people to cower once he’s given a direction, and I stopped doing that a long time ago.
“Grey.”
“Evan.”
He doesn’t look up as he says my name. Instead, he keeps reading from a file folder as I enter the room and walk toward the sizable Chippendale desk he’s sitting behind. Two plush chairs are situated in front, but I choose to stand. Placing my hand on the back of one, I push my keys into my pocket, hearing them jangle. His dark eyes finally lift, giving me a bored countenance, as