there. The kind who carry automatic weapons. And that you might not be your sharpest in reaction time if you're in the middle of fucking. Just my two cents," he said, sounding amused as he walked off.
"Damnit," Huck snapped, lips finally pulling from mine, his eyes opening, looking as needy as I felt. "He's right," he added, tone apologetic as his hand went down, trying to yank my wet bra back into place. "Hold on," he added, going toward the steps.
"What... no... you're going to drop me," I gasped as he started to climb.
"Babe, just hold the fuck on," he demanded, blowing out his breath as his arm went under my ass, keeping me up high as he got us fully out of the pool, water cascading down.
"Put me down, Huck," I demanded as he just started walking.
"Nope," he said, moving toward the back door.
"Everyone is going to know that..." I started, then felt my back slammed against the house, his lips sealing over mine, cutting off my objections.
He kissed me until my body felt molten again, until all rational thoughts left my head.
"I don't give a fuck who knows," he told me after breaking away, then pulled me off the wall, and carried me inside, through the kitchen, up toward the front of the house.
I could hear the guys, knew they could see, but also that there wasn't much to be done at this point. Remy had seen us, after all. And despite what they often liked to claim, guys gossiped just as much as women do.
So I pressed my face to Huck's shoulder so I didn't have to see anyone's reaction, and let him carry me upstairs, down the hall, into the master bedroom.
Maybe I should have mustered the strength to object again.
But the fact of the matter was, I didn't want to.
What was the point?
All of this seemed inevitable.
Putting it off accomplished nothing.
So I let him bring me into the room, kick the door closed behind us, walk me over to the side of the bed, then finally lower me down to my own feet.
"What's the matter?" I asked when he paused there, looking down at me.
"We have an agreement."
"An agreement?" I repeated, brows pinching together.
"That I'm not fucking you until you beg," he said, lips curving up.
Oh, the bastard.
Of course he would hold me to that.
"Huck, come on..."
"Nope. That's not the right word," he said, clucking his tongue, acting like we both weren't balls of need right then.
"Please," I said. And even though it came out frustrated and annoyed, sharper than it would have if I was actually begging, he accepted it.
Huck wasted no time in reaching out, hands going behind me back to work my clasps free, tossing my drenched bra toward the side before his greedy hands were moving down, rolling my panties down my legs.
My hands grabbed at his board shorts, yanking them down over his hips, thighs, then finally having them fall to the floor.
A low, whimpering sound escaped me as my hand slid down his chest, over the indents of his stomach, then, finally, closed around his cock, something that made Huck suck in his breath as I stroked him, my thumb rubbing over the head as a thrill moved through my body at the idea of having him inside me.
"Babe..." Huck said, voice tight, desperate.
I was beginning to understand that sensation all too well.
My hand slid behind him, sinking into his ass, pulling him forward as I sat back off the side of the bed.
A sexy as hell growling noise escaped him as my hand stroked him to the hilt as I leaned forward, my lips closing around the head of his cock.
His hands moved out—one to the back of my neck, one to the top of my head—as I started to suck him, slow and careful at first, then faster as his sounds urged me on.
"Fuck, babe, wait," he said, voice tight as his hand slipped into my wet strands, yanking my hair until his cock slipped out of my mouth.
His hands slipped down, grabbing my hips, sinking in, and tossing me up onto the bed, head going between my thighs before I could even suck in a breath.
His tongue slid up my cleft, finding my clit, and working it with precision, slowing and quickening in tune with my whimpers and moans, the clawing of my fingers on his shoulders, his back, the writhing of my hips against his mouth.
His hand moved between us, slipping inside me, thrusting wildly