“You’re coming with me.” He grabs my wrist, but I wiggle and pull until I’m free.
“I’m not going anywhere with you.”
I swim away, and this time, he doesn’t grab my foot. Instead, he swims alongside me, and when I’m about to climb out on the other side of the quarry, he plops up onto the rock, blocking me. I look around for another way out.
“Shit,” I mumble.
“Nowhere to go,” he says, a devilish smile on his face.
I search every inch, but even if I were a professional freehand rock climber, I’d be stuck.
“What do you want from me?”
“How could you do it?”
Bingo. Damn Ariel.
“We’re not talking about it. Just go back to Kendra, and like I said, fuck her. Work me out of your system.”
“Is that what you want?”
Of course not.
“We have no choice.”
“Is that what you want, Cinderella?” His voice lowers. He only refers to me by my nickname when he’s nervous.
“It doesn’t matter, Crosby. Sometimes, people don’t get what they want. We have to deal with it.”
I walk the length of the rock, believing there has to be somewhere to escape him. Then, I remember when I was here my freshman year. Brax dragged me here, demanding I have fun. One of his friends cornered me, and I was able to get out and find my way to the road. Thankfully, that time, Jen had driven, and she left her keys in the car. I catch sight of the man-made stairs. I’d have to swim and gain distance ahead of him though.
“That’s not true. We can have it all.”
We both know he doesn’t truly believe that.
I tilt my head, and his eyes divert to the water. He’s distracted.
I dive in, not coming up for air until my lungs burn for oxygen. The stairs are in my sight, and I’m almost there, but his arms wrap around my waist. He flips me around, pulling me into his wet and hard chest.
I punch his shoulders and kick his shins. “Let me go!”
“Never.” He places his arm under my arms and swims us away from my getaway, like I’m a drowning victim and he’s my lifeguard.
He dips us through an opening in the rock, and we pop back up in a small cove.
“I’m not sure—”
He places his finger over my lips.
“Answer me. Do you want me to move on? Do you want me to take Kendra home and fuck her, claiming her as my own?”
A small amount of bile rises in my throat.
“Answer, Ella. You’re quick to toss our happiness aside for others. This is your choice. I’m not playing any more games. Right here, right now. Do you want me?”
His hands land on my hips, and he pushes me against the wall with his own hips. My breathing staggers, and my heart pounds.
Lie, lie, lie.
“Yes,” escapes my lips, a little breathless, if I’m being truthful.
His lips press to mine, and he rocks into me, his hardness pressing into my stomach. He doesn’t wait for me to open, but instead, he snakes his tongue through the parting of my lips. My legs climb up until they are securely wrapped around his waist. A low growl erupts from the back of his throat, but I swallow his tortured pleasure with my mouth. Our tongues slide, our teeth knock, and our heads each swivel from side to side, uncontrolled and ravishing.
My body’s normal hum with his nearness turns carnal. It burns hot now, wanting him, needing him, demanding him.
Crosby brings my arms up, capturing them above my head, as he closes our kiss, and his lips travel down my jaw and neck. My legs tighten with every swipe of his tongue.
“Relax, baby, we have all the time,” he murmurs close to my ear before his teeth nip.
He thrusts into me. The fabric of my swimsuit is too thin but too thick at the same time.
“More,” I beg.
His lips smile on my skin.
His one free hand reaches behind my neck, untying the string. My top falls down, revealing my breasts.
His eyes feast on them. “I’ve missed these.”
His large hand cups one, and he bends down, encasing it with his mouth. I inhale a sharp breath, and my back arches, pushing into him. I need more, anything, just more.
“More.”
He slides me over, and with his hands molding to my hips, he hoists me up onto a ledge.
My hands press on the rock above my head, but he grabs my two legs, yanking me to the edge of the rock. His