“You okay?” He set a hand on my knee and raised his eyebrows.
I leaned in closer and whispered back, “I’m going to need a cooler full of ice for this day.”
His frown deepened with confusion. “Excuse me?”
“Forget it.”
“Good idea. No more after that.”
“No more what?”
“Drinks.”
I snorted. “Hmph, okay.”
“Gabriella,” he said in a quiet yet stern tone. It was a warning and I knew it. Gah. Why couldn’t I just be fake like everyone else?
The night wasn’t so bad. Maybe because I didn’t stop with one. It wasn’t my fault, though. Lane kept pouring them for me. If Paxton really cared, he should have said something to him. He didn’t. Not my fault.
It wasn’t like I got drunk. I was far from drunk. Especially after we ate. I barely felt anything. If Paxton was mad, he didn’t show it. He talked in a circle with the guys like any other guy would do. I got a couple of looks, but nothing major. All and all, I thought the night was a nice change. Even Paxton seemed to enjoy himself. If anyone was a little intoxicated, it was him.
I liked Tricia, I liked Shayla, but I loved Candace. I don’t know why. I felt like she understood me more than the other two. I didn’t feel like a freak show with her. It was as if she understood me. She didn’t remind me of the things I didn’t like before the accident. If Shayla told me one more time how she’d never seen my boobs this much before, I might have punched her. It was a little cleavage. That’s it. She had more tits hanging out than anyone there. Including Ophelia who was running around without a top.
The four of us sat in a circle, drinking the second batch of rum-runners. I had to admit, mine were better than Candace’s. She admitted it, too. I tried to tell her frozen orange juice wouldn’t be the same. It was okay, though.
The guys were playing badminton with the kids. Two of them couldn’t take their eyes off me. One of which I didn’t understand why. I shifted my gaze away from Lane every time I saw him staring. Maybe I didn’t want to remember that one.
Shayla took Paxton’s place when he ran to the bathroom. She batted the birdie straight to the roof. During Paxton’s absence, I took the time to pour myself another drink. Only I didn’t pull any wool over his head.
Paxton moved behind me and kissed my neck. Geesh. He was a fast pisser.
“Need some help, Mrs. Pierce?” Paxton asked while his hand slithered around my waist.
My eyes shifted to him and then down his body, probably a more haughty expression than anything. “Sure, there’s a birdie on the roof.”
He glowered at me, but his single-word response held a tinge of bewilderment. “What?”
“You should go get it.”
Paxton’s gaze lifted to the plastic birdie Rowan had hit on the roof. He smirked. “That’s funny. Forgetting who you are has made you a comedian. Keep it up. I like it.”
“I’m scared.” I said with a sarcastic tone. My eyes darted to Rowan, who yelled for me to watch her do a cannonball like Collin. And then I caught Lane glaring at me. What the hell is this guy’s deal?
Paxton placed his phone in front of us, searching for an app. I sipped my drink and then panicked.
Smart panties!
“No, Paxton. Don’t you dare,” I warned. My hand covered his screen, but not fast enough. It felt like it went in a circle. All the way around my suddenly alive nub. The vibration was powerful. Extremely powerful. I stiffened like a board, using the outside bar as support.
“You doing okay?” Paxton whispered in my ear. I could feel the sneer on his lips.
“Turn it off, Paxton,” I ordered through gritted teeth.
“No way. This is too much fun.”
“Ahh,” I yelled when he upped the power. And yes. All eyes were on me.
“I hate being tickled,” I said like an idiot. They laughed and turned back to the game. Except Lane. He still stared at me. Why? Why did this guy keep looking at me?
“Go to the bathroom.”
I scurried away with one thing in mind. The distance. If it was like my Bluetooth, I only had to get six feet away from it. I have a Bluetooth? Hmm. Sure enough, I was right. The app broke contact as soon as I rounded the corner.
Within the minute, Paxton closed the bathroom door behind me. He slung me backward, crashing me against the wall. That same thing happened—this wasn’t Paxton being a douche. This was something else. Something heated, laced with passion. Our lips met and our bodies molded into one. My fingers combed through the hair on the back of his neck and I lifted my good leg and wrapped it around his waist.
He backed off for a split second, obviously taken off guard, but the lust overruled his ego and we kissed again, passionately. His fingers trailed up my leg, pushing my dress higher. I wedged my hand between us and went straight for the tie on his swimming trunks.
“Gabriella, stop,” he ordered, but his voice sounded weak, conquered. Paxton had screwed up. He’d revealed his weakness. And just like an animal, I sensed it.
My tongue danced with his while my hand shoved his away. I tilted my head, offering my neck when I couldn’t get the stupid string untied.
“We’re not doing this here,” he assured me with hot words fanning my shoulder.
Yes!
The string let loose and I had him in my hand. Stroking him in a tight fist was all I needed. He slid the elastic to my stupid smart panties aside. His fingers glided through my wet folds—and I didn’t even realize I was wet until he touched me there. I moaned and lifted myself around his waist. He either had to hold me, or drop me. He held me.
“Fuck me, Paxton,” I begged in his mouth. He kissed me hard while he tried to talk himself out of it. I shifted a little and guided him to me. I broke the kiss and we panted, staring into each other’s eyes while I rode out the feel of him. He entered me inch by inch.
I whimpered a little, trying to remain quiet.
I had anticipated this day from the moment I laid eyes on him, but not like this. I was in no way prepared for it. Our naughtiness and the sensations it caused were explosive, and I knew Paxton felt it, too. It showed in the way his gaze penetrated mine, the way his hands tenderly explored my body, and the expression of wonder on his handsome face. Like it was our first time.
“I don’t want to get pregnant,” I whispered while I rocked on his hips. I didn’t want him to stop or have him just pull out.
Paxton snorted with a half grin. “Shut the fuck up,” he ordered as he held my ass and turned me toward the bathroom sink. I barely noticed the cold tile blanketing my ass. His lips caressed my shoulder while he moved in and out of me.
Even though I knew I was probably crossing a line, I did it anyway. I pulled back, explored his astonished expression, and then my gaze dropped to the action. I parted my lips and moaned a little, watching Paxton move in and out of me. He put on a little show after that, gyrating his hips into me, pulling completely out and shoving back in. I didn’t mind a bit. I loved the way he showed off.
“Faster,” I panted.
“Shh, don’t talk,” Paxton ordered while doing exactly what I told him to do. He pumped faster, harder, and deeper, until I tumbled over the top. His hand covered my scream and his body trembled while deep inside of me, riding out his own waves.
For a brief second, I felt something in the way he looked at me. A trance with some sort of emotional pull kept our gazes locked until a realization hit him, like he’d just come to his senses or something.
“Hurry back.” Paxton took my hand, helped me to the floor and left me there all alone.
“Jesus H. Christ!” I exclaimed as I spun toward the mirror and combed my messy, sex hair with my fingers. What the fuck was that?
I cleaned his come from my body, trying like hell to push it all out. I didn’t want a baby with him. Well, not anymore babies. Once I had gotten myself cleaned up, I walked out, still breathing hard.