Finding Ours (Finding #2)(10)
Author: Megan Smith

Chuckling, I take a sip of my water as I recall one such particular instance when his latest f**k buddy showed up.

“Knox,” Miranda says with venom dripping from her voice. “I thought you said you were goin’ to call?”

“Sweetheart,” Knox says. He calls all of his conquests sweetheart because he never remembers their names. “I went back home right after I dropped you off.”

Our friends, Cade and Jeremy, from Myrtle Beach were all sitting around the bonfire with us. We all started snickering, even Rhea; Miranda can’t be that dumb to think that Knox was actually going to call.

“Come on over here, sugar.” Cade draws.

That jackass got more girls with those words then I’ve ever seen. Fucker has the moves and he lays it on them thick. And they flock around him like flies to horseshit. He turns that southern charm on at the drop of a hat and they literally melt like chocolate on a hot summer day right in front of his eyes. Some are born with that talent, with others it’s acquired and perfected. I think Cade had achieved “Master Level” over the years and was now teaching others the ways of the ladies.

Miranda turns towards Cade with a cocked eye brow. “Whatcha say?” she says chomping on her gum and twirling her hair.

He winks, “Let’s go take a walk.”

Miranda nodded and bit on her bottom lip. Cade stood up and handed Knox his beer.

“I owe you one.” Knox said under his breath.

“Nah,” Cade said with a chuckle. “I got this.”

And that was that, Cade swooped in and saved Knox’s ass. If it wasn’t Cade it was Jeremy doing it. It was their way of keeping the peace and getting something out of it for themselves too.

The door to the patio opened and Rhea steps out wrapped in the sheet from the bed. Her hair a wild mess, her cheeks flushed and her eyes wild with desire. Her lips are red, and swollen and she’s sucking on a lollipop teasingly.

“You don’t fight fair,” I groan as I sit back in my chair and pat my lap.

Rhea saunters over as the wind picks up the sheet and exposes Rhea’s bare thighs. She climbs on my lap and wraps herself around me.

I kiss the top of her head. She smells like Banana Boat suntan lotion, the smell I love on her skin. My kiss goes lower, to her cheek now and she sighs, melting into me. Then I kiss her neck and I can smell myself on her and it turns me on. I’m not too ashamed to admit that I want this smell on her always; I’ve marked my territory, pissed on the fire hydrant, whatever you want to call it, but she’s mine.

“Babe,” Rhea moans, her voice caught in her throat making it sound like a plea.

Moving away just slightly, she takes the lollipop out of her mouth and runs it over my lips. When she’s satisfied with the results, she runs her tongue over my lips licking all the stickiness away. Holy. Fucking. Hell. That was hot.

I open my mouth slightly and when her tongue slips into my mouth I bite down on her sweet goodness. I suck on it for a second before letting it go. A stifled groan escaping my lips, “Don’t tease me, Bee.”

“Take me back inside.” Rhea begs.

I lift Rhea off my lap and then place her on the chair I just got up from. Her eyebrows drawn in confusion, as I take the lollipop out of her mouth, “Do you trust me?”

She reaches up and cups my face, “You know I do.”

Slipping my hand around Rhea’s ankle I bring it to my mouth and place an open mouth kiss right on the top of her foot. Smiling, I put the lollipop in my mouth, circling it a few times with my tongue then place Rhea’s foot up on my shoulder and take the lollipop and run it from her leg to that sweet spot as the sheet falls from her body. And this is where things get interesting.

She keeps her pu**y bare for me, has for a long time now. I run that lollipop over her clit a few times then bring it back to my mouth. “Mmm,” I moan. “So f**king sweet.”

“Fuck,” Rhea pants, her eyes wide but hooded.

Yeah, we aren’t going to last long at this rate. Just watching her reaction to what I’m doing has me ready to take her right here, right now, on this balcony for the world to see.

I remove the lollipop out of my mouth and run it back over Rhea’s clit again adding a little pressure this time. Rhea’s hips start to buck but I use my free hand to hold her down. I circle her opening and then push the pop inside. “You like that?” I ask, watching her reaction.

“Tanner,” Rhea moans. “Please.”

I don’t even think she knows what she is saying please for. “Be patient, Bee.”

My phone beeps with a text message from my shorts pocket but I ignore it to focus on Rhea.

I reach for Rhea’s foot, the one laying on my shoulder, and place another kiss on her foot. Then slow, so slow, run my tongue up the inside of her leg tracing the sticky sweet of the lollipop.

Rhea’s legs are shaking and her eyes are rolled in the back of her head. Staying in the chair I have her in is taking all of her willpower and strength. Damn she looks amazing spread out before me like this, under the moonlight where I can see the path that the lollipop and my tongue has taken lapping up its sweet remnants as I make my way to the ultimate sweet spot. I flick my tongue over her clit and she jumps like I’ve shocked her. I do it over and over again until she’s screaming my name to stop. And even then, I don’t stop right away. I can’t. What I’m doing to her has me just as turned on, if not more, than I’ve ever been in my life with this woman.

She runs her hand through her hair, sweat pouring from her forehead. “Babe, if you don’t f**k me soon I’m goin’ go insane.”

My phone beeps again.

“Shh,” I pull on the lollipop slow and gentle. “I’ve got you.” I pull on it again until it’s almost out but then she grips it pulling it back in.

My phone rings, I reach into my pocket hitting any button I can to stop it not wanting to ruin the moment.

This time when I pull the lollipop out I pull it all the way out. Getting it about halfway to my mouth Rhea grabs my arm taking it out of my fingers and throws it over the railing.

I laugh lightly, standing and ready to take her to bed but she has other plans.

She pulls my gym shorts down and grips me tightly in her hands. She makes work of running her hand up and down my length and cupping my balls at the same time. She licks the tip and looks up with those blue eyes and bats her eye lashes.

“You’ve had your fun with that lollipop, babe, and now it’s my turn with my lollipop.” Rhea says so innocently.