Page 137 of Buckin' Around

I try it. The rock splashes and jerks once into the air before splashing into the water and sinking out of sight. “Spence, I suck at this.”

“Try again, baby.”

“It won’t help.”

I strangle my ponytail, tugging it over my shoulder, my fingers tangling in the long dark strands.

Spencer’s in my space a second later, hands wrapping over my wrists. “Since when does Riley O’Malley give up?”

I look up into his bright blue gaze. His messy dark blond hair still takes my breath away.

I breathe through my swollen airway.

“When she knows she can’t win.”

She, apparently, speaks in third person now.

Feck the universe. It can go die in a deep, dark whole for this shite.

I don’t know what else to say. There is nothing else to say.

I reach for Spencer and cup his jaw. Dragging his mouth down, I do the only thing I can manage right now.

He responds before the next heartbeat falls, pressing his body against mine. His tongue coaxes my mouth open as his hands slide into my hair.

I shiver, and a beat later I’m on Spence’s hips, legs wrapped around him as he moves. Warmth caresses my skin and I open my eyes.

Just in time for him to sink to the blanket.

“I know you’re cold, baby, but I need my mouth to be on your skin.”

Without hesitation, I shrug off the coat.

Some things are worth the sacrifice.

Spence takes over, tugging my ribbed long-sleeved shirt from my body, leaving behind my lacy pale-blue bra. Mynipples harden painfully the second the cold breeze finds them, straining against the lace.

Spence groans, and I wriggle in his lap.

His hard length rubs over the throb that has grown in my center.

I pull at his clothes and soon we are back to where we were, but naked now and pawing at each other, pants exchanging between us like white clouds of our own creation.

I reach behind me and grab for the extra blanket we brought just in case.

It’s huge, being off the big bed, and I wrap it around the both of us.

“Warmer, baby?” Spence chuckles.

“Not warm enough,” I breathe as I rise to my knees.

He dips his head and captures my nipple in his hot mouth as his tip nudges my entrance.

Palming his face, I lift it, guiding his gaze to mine.

“Spe—”

He’s shaking his head.