Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers Book 3) by Ahren Sanders (inspirational books for women .TXT) 📕

under her ear. “Too late, baby.” Another finger makes its way inside and she whimpers. “Every time you look around this afternoon, I want you to think about this right here. Me finger fucking you in this spot until you come apart. If you’re lucky, it’ll hold me off until we get home and I can get my mouth on you.”

“I want you, too…”

“What do you want? Tell me.” I pump faster.

“You… your mouth… your…”

Fuck if all the blood in my body rushes south and pulses painfully in my dick. “You want my cock while I’m devouring your pussy?”

“Yes.” She throws her head back, her hands gripping my arm like a vice.

“You in the mood for wild?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Before we leave here tonight, I can fuck you upstairs overlooking this pool. You’ll be naked, watching the party below us while I take you from behind.” I grind my hips into her ass. “You up for that?”

“Oh, God, sweetie, please.”

I scissor my fingers, rolling her clit with my thumb until she bucks into me, letting out a small cry. Tremors rock up her legs and back, her muscles convulsing against my hand.

“Don’t let me go,” she whispers. “I’m not sure my legs are working.”

“Got you, baby.”

I slide my hand out and lift her to me, sitting in the oversized sun lounger that’s close. She adjusts across my lap, cradling into me sideways.

When she looks up, her eyes are glazed and her face flushed. “It’s not fair how good you are at that.”

“Good at knowing my wife’s body and what she likes?”

“Yes. All I can think about now is sex and getting home.”

I wind my arms around her, throw back my head, and roar in laughter. She slaps at my chest, huffing. “Stop laughing at me.”

“The last ten days you have taken me hard, soft, slow, sweet—expertly working until I blow. I swear each time tops the last as the best and impossible to beat. Then five minutes later, my dick wants you again, and fuck if you don’t give it better. Baby, if you spend the next few hours thinking about sex, welcome to my world.”

“Is it safe to come out?” Someone yells from the patio.

“Is that Scottie?” Poppy struggles to get up. “I thought this was his vacation week.”

“He and Billy are staying at Todd’s beach house forty-five minutes away. Did you think they’d miss this?”

“We’re down by the pool,” she calls back.

“You need to stay right where you are and try not to wiggle.”

“Why?”

I thrust my hard cock against her thigh, and her eyes bulge. “Okay. No wiggling.”

Scottie, Billy, Ashlyn, and Miller all file out of the house, Miller openly smirking.

“Oh, jeez, he knows something.”

“From what I’m told, he knows a lot. You ladies like to share.”

“It’s not my fault. They are slick and professional at coaxing information. At least with Ryanne, she comes right out and asks. Darby and Ashlyn are like sleuthing ninjas. You never see it coming.”

“Share what you want, but I don’t ever, ever want to hear about Darby and Pierce’s sex life.”

She presses her lips together until her eyes grow wet and she snorts, head planting into my chest. “The feeling is mutual with her. The fewer details the better.”

“What’s so funny?”

Scottie stops by our chair. I tap her back to let her know it’s safe to move and she launches into his arms. “Evin’s not tickled by the girl gab.”

“The men generally aren’t, but wait until he benefits from the wisdom of others.”

She continues to giggle, removing her dress and tying her hair on top of her head. “I think it’s time for a swim. You coming with me?”

“Absolutely.” I haul myself out of the chair and yank my shirt over my head, turning to kick off my shoes.

“Sweet baby Jesus!” Scottie yells right before I’m stumbling forward, trying to catch my balance with Poppy attached to my back.

“Shit, baby, give me some warning.”

“Put your shirt back on… please, please, please, do it now!” Her pleas are desperate.

Earlier this afternoon pops in my head, and I drop my chin to hide my amusement.

“This is not funny. Put your shirt back on,” she hisses.

“Too late, wildcat, the evidence speaks for itself. Those are recent, too; you can’t hide that,” Scottie chides. “It’s always the quiet ones.”

“Oh my God, we have to leave.” Poppy bangs her forehead against my shoulder.

I twist slightly, slanting an arm around her waist and shifting her to my front. She doesn’t put up a fight, and it’s easy to see why. Her chest, neck, and face are all flaming red.

Miller whistles his approval, and Ashlyn snickers as I walk us into the pool.

“Don’t be embarrassed, I’m not.”

“Of course you’re not. You don’t get embarrassed. Plus, it’s kinda macho to have claw marks marring your back.”

“Macho?” I quirk an eyebrow.

“Macho. Cool. Brag-worthy. Men love that stuff.”

“I don’t know how cool it is since it’s never happened before. But I love it because it’s a reminder of you clawing me while riding me so hard my brain rattled. It was fucking hot.”

“Stop. It’s one thing to know we’re having sex, but they know we had sex before coming here.”

I drop my head back and burst out laughing.

“Why are you laughing again?”

“Because, baby, you’ll learn. Miller got off work to come home, under the ruse of helping Ashlyn with tonight. They catered this shit. He came home to fuck his wife. Pierce arranged for his parents to bring Maya and Cole, going home to Darby early. Scottie and Billy are on vacation at the beach, alone. Do you get the picture now?”

The flush wanes and she nods.

“He’s right, you know.” Scottie appears over my shoulder, handing her a drink and offering me a beer. “It is hot.”

“Shut up,” I grumble.

He ignores me. “Plus, you’re newlyweds. With Darby and Ashlyn’s track record, I fully expect Stephanie to come home knocked up. Honeymoons with this crew start the baby watch.”

“When I get to take my wife on a proper honeymoon, you can begin your watch.”

“Can’t wait. Popsy