Page 155 of Sour Notes

Instantly, my spine snaps straight, every muscle pulled taut as anger burns through me. This idiot is trying to fuck with my girl’s head again. I growl, tugging Mia even closer to me just as the moaning starts.

Loud moans.

They sound fake as fuck. There’s no way he’s really lost in passion. It sounds more like a porno audition.

“He’s faking it,” Mia whispers up at me, her lips curling in amusement.

Called it.

“You wanna show him what real sounds like, baby?”

I thrust my hard dick against her and she doesn’t miss a beat, turning to straddle my lap. Without a word, she drops the comforter and pulls off her tank top, leaving her bare, apart from the thin scrap of lace covering her pussy.

Groaning, I crash my lips to hers before rolling her beneath me, desperately grinding my aching cock against her.

I thread a hand into her tumbling waves, ravaging her mouth before caressing the length of her neck with my lips.

“No biting, Wolff. Too close to the wedding.”

Grumbling, I lean on one arm, lifting myself off her to cup her jaw.

“I like people seeing my mark on you. Knowing you’re mine.”

“You might, but Nick and Layla won’t appreciate their bridesmaid looking ravaged in their wedding photos.”

“Fine, but I don’t like it.”

She laughs, lifting her head off the lounger to bite my lip, tugging me back down on top of her. I grind my dick into her, pressing against the lace barrier. With a rough growl, I reach between us, fist the scrap of lace, and rip it away, tossing it onto the deck as her hands frantically work to shove my sweatpants down my hips.

“Yesss” she hisses as soon as she frees my cock, grinding herself against it until the tip parts her soaking slit.

“Fuck, Mia, you’re so wet for me already. I could slide right in.”

“Do it, Swayze. I’ve been aching for you since that night on the beach. I don't want to wait anymore. Need the real you.”

My blood rushes through my ears, her words gutting me.

Not the clone.

Not Ghostface.

Not her right place, right time friend or the guy down for a dare.

She needs me.

“You have me, Mia. You always did.”

Goddammit. Condoms. I don’t have any on me and I don’t wanna take any chances with my girl again. Not after last time.

“Wait, baby. Condom?” I mumble against her lips because she’s wrapped her arms so tightly round my neck I can’t pull away.

“No, just you.”

“You sure, Angel?”

She loosens her hold to lock eyes with mine and nods firmly. “I don’t want anything else between us. Not this time.”

Fuuuuuck. My dick jerks, feral need ripping through me now that she’s letting me go bare again. But tonight, I can take my time. Savor her. Claim her under the stars like I wanted to.