Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen #1) - Jessica Gadziala Page 0,52

it wouldn't be enough. I wasn't great with random hook-ups.

"What's wrong?" Huck asked, snapping me out of my swirling thoughts.

"What? Nothing. Why?" I asked.

"Because we've been parked here for like five minutes, and you haven't climbed off yet," he told me. "Not that I'm complaining about having you wrapped all around me, babe, but I figure that it is never a good thing when chicks are silent."

I practically flew off of him, off of the bike, reaching to pull the helmet off my head, placing it down on the seat.

"No, everything is fine. I was just, you know, replaying the day over in my head. You know, like you do," I said, shrugging.

"It wasn't a bad day," he said, sounding almost cautious, guarded. Like maybe he thought I was complaining?

"No, it wasn't bad at all. It was almost good. I mean it can never actually be good to be there, but it was close to good. I even had fun a couple times."

"Good," he said, towering over me, eyes intense.

"I, ah, I was thinking of, you know, doing some laps before I go in. I feel all sticky," I added. It was half true. The other half was the fact that I felt overheated from being too close to him, and I figured cooling off in the pool would be a smart move. Get some distance from him and all that.

"Sounds good," he said, nodding.

I should have known.

Really, I should have.

He didn't mean That sounds good for you.

He meant that sounds good in general.

As in, he was planning on joining me.

I learned this only after I went out back, stripped out of my dress, and dove into the water in only my barely-there panties and strapless bra, breaking into a swim, then slamming right into his hard body.

And, well, I mean hard.

Not just all those delicious muscles.

But something else entirely.

I came up gasping for air, feeling Huck's hands landing on my hips, giving me some stability as I reached up to wipe the water off my face.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wincing at the accusation in my tone.

"Cooling off," he told me, brow lowering. "You were in a dress, babe. I had a fucking suit on," he reminded me, which only brought my attention to his lack of suit.

"I, ah, I prefer the suit," I claimed, dumbly, since we both knew it was bullshit.

"No, you don't," he contradicted me, smirking down at me. "In the suit, you wouldn't feel this the same way," he said, pulling me closer until my front met his, sending a shiver through me even as his hands slipped over my hips and down to cup my ass. "See?" he asked when my breath gasped in when he dragged my hips to his, making his cock press into my stomach.

"Huck, we..." I started, not sure what my objection was going to be since my body was practically humming with need.

I didn't get to finish the thought anyway because Huck turned us and pressed me up against the side of the pool, grinding his hardness against me.

My lips parted on a low whimper a second before his lips crashed to mine, claimed mine. There was no other way to describe it. His lips were hard, demanding.

His teeth nipped my lower lip as my thighs lifted, wrapped around his lower back, giving me the leverage I needed to rock my hips against him, finding myself absolutely shameless in my need.

It didn't matter that we were in the pool, that the others were likely in the house behind us, that someone would be looking out the window right that moment.

All I could think about was him.

His tongue in my mouth.

His hard cock against my cleft.

His hand as it yanked down the front of my bra, exposing my breasts to the water, his palm closing over one, squeezing hard.

His thumb and forefinger grabbed my nipple, rolling, squeezing, getting it to a painful peak as his hips started to grind against me, driving me upward.

The sound of a throat clearing nearly made me jump out of my skin, every limb flailing out, but Huck's lips stayed firm on mine.

Then the throat clearing sounded for the second time, dragging a growling noise out of Huck.

"Yeah, I hear you," he said, lips still on mine. "Fuck off."

"Far be it from me to tell you who you can fuck and when," Remy said, sounding as carefree as ever. "But I feel like I need to remind you that there are still threats out

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