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This man isn’t afraid to live on the wild side with me and I love that.

You’d think, considering his job, he’d be a lot more reluctant to take the risk, but he sees my dark desires and matches them with some of his own with zero judgement.

Swayze flexes his hips, pulsing his dick inside me, bringing me right back to this moment with him.

He leans forward, his low growl tickling my ear. “Next time I take you bare, I want to be looking into your eyes.”

My breath hitches at his admission, a shudder rolling through me.

I think I want that too… maybe?

To keep myself from outing us, I squeeze his hand with so much force I practically strangle his cock at the same time.

Thank you, Kegel exercises.

My heartbeat thunders in my ears as he unleashes a low groan so raw, so delicious, so tortured. I sink my teeth into my lip to stifle my moan, desperate to grind my ass on his lap until he loses his mind.

Subtly rotating my hips, I look up to see the boys running back toward us, shivering and laughing. Nick won that round. With his trauma forgotten, he preens like a prized turkey.

Everyone settles back down, but no one even looks our way.

Maybe all our drunk PDA has done us a favor. We’re literally sitting here with family and friends, and my big bad wolf has me impaled on his dick.

I’m living out a fantasy I’ve thought about for years right now and the thrill of what we’re doing has me burning up hotter than the alcohol pumping through our veins.

He presses up into me and I barely manage to bite back a moan.

“Be quiet, baby. We don’t want your brother to know I’m fucking his little sister right under his nose now, do we?”

This fucker knows exactly what he’s doing, teasing me.

If he wants to play, I’m so down.

Bending to pick up my bottle from the sand again, I really stretch this time, leaving just the tip of his cock inside me. Sinking back down, I grind against him, hard and slow, smiling when he releases a low, quiet groan.

Fuck, this is so hot.

That bottle had better stay the hell away from us. There’s no way I’m sliding off my Wolff’s meat sword anytime soon.

24

SWAYZE

So this is how I die?

Hungover as all hell, twisted into weird pretzel shapes at sunrise yoga.

Goat yoga. Did I mention that?

No? How remiss of me.

So, let’s recap.

I feel like I’ve been brought back from the dead, hit by a truck, and revived just in time to regret every decision I made last night. Which includes mainlining enough alcohol that I’m probably 100% ABV right now.

And what happens when I drink?

I get stupid.