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Besides he was busy with his girlfriend and his job most of the time. So it wasn't like he had any free time even though he had missed her deep down. The male sighed softly at her words. He knew the risks of her suddenly showing up at his doorstep. Anyone could see them and put two and two together, besides he might have some friends over. Thankfully this time around he was alone. "It's alright. Come inside. I can get you something to drink."

Her face moved up and towards him when she offered something to drink and Isla's expression softened, from worrying into easiness, they were behind closed doors now, in private, safe. "Yeah, that'd be nice." She said feeling her shoulders relax just a bit. "I've been thinking about you, a lot." The younger girl confessed as she moved in his directions, fingers playing nervously with the hem of her t-shirt as she kept her gaze focused as much as she could on Rory. "On the last time we saw each other specifically."

The sand was cool and giving beneath his feet as he sprinted down the dune, his eyes locked on the silhouette of her running toward the silver-crested waves. She had a head start but he was built for sprinting and the adrenaline spiking through his veins gave him an extra burst of speed. "You're cheating, Maeve!" he called out into the wind, his voice a mix of laughter and breathless excitement as he quickly began to close the distance between them. "And for the record, I don't lose!"

Her smile widened when she heard him running after her. She'd never imagined this scenario specifically, but it still felt like a dream come true. For a moment, she thought back to the last time she'd been on this beach with him. A fumbling sophomore in high school tagging along with her best friend yet again, it had been easy when it had just been the two of them. Then Arthur and his friends had shown up, and Maeve had spent the entire afternoon in the water just to avoid him. When she'd finally gotten out, hours past the time she should've reapplied her sunscreen, she'd been shriveled up and burned. His sister had never made more fun of her than she had that day. Maeve hadn't blamed her. They still laughed about it to this day.

As she turned and bolted back toward the surf, her laughter ringing out over the sound of the crashing waves, Arthur finally snapped out of his daze. A wild, reckless laugh tore from his own chest. "Okay, that is definitely cheating!" He shouted after her. He finally stood up and slowly and gently picked up the bottles again before taking off after her. "You're going to pay for that, Maeve!" Arthur yelled, a massive grin plastered across his face as he took off into a full sprint, kicking up wet sand as he chased her straight into the dark, shimmering edge of the ocean.

A slow and wicked grin crept onto his face as he recovered his ground, leaning in just a fraction of an inch closer. The playful, easygoing facade was still there but a new, distinctly sharper edge had entered his voice. "To celebrate?" Arthur echoed, his tone dropping an octave as his eyes locked onto hers, refusing to back down from the challenge she’d just thrown at his feet. He let his gaze drift down to her lips for a fraction of a second before bringing it right back up to meet her eyes. "Well, usually I would suggest sneaking out to the beach or breaking into the community pool after hours. Not to mention taking a bunch of beers with us wherever we go. But seeing as you're currently wearing that and we're already breaking rules by raiding the kitchen at 1 AM. I think the guest of honor should get to make the rules. So tell me, Maeve. How exactly do you want to celebrate?"

He couldn't look away from her. She looked rather beautiful and he couldn't stop thinking how well the t-shirt made her look good. For the first time he felt a strong hunger for her and he found himself wanting to desperately drown in her.

When he leaned in, Maeve leaned back on her hands. It wasn't because she was afraid of him being closer. She just liked the idea that the person she'd spent almost her entire life carrying a torch for might chase her even that little bit. This new development had a thrill running down her spine. A summer at the house with her best friend had sounded perfect to her. There wasn't anything that had sounded better, but that was because she hadn't imagined this. She couldn't deny that the addition of Arthur and his roaming eyes only made this sound better though.

"Hmmm," she looked upwards as she considered her options, teeth sinking into her bottom lip in concentration. She wasn't reading this situation wrong; she knew it, and it wasn't like Arthur's sister wasn't aware of the crush she'd always had. Although, her waking up to the two of them in the kitchen didn't seem like the best way to bring that up again. She wasn't going to do that to her friend. She just also wasn't going to pass up this opportunity.

The sand was cool and giving beneath his feet as he sprinted down the dune, his eyes locked on the silhouette of her running toward the silver-crested waves. She had a head start but he was built for sprinting and the adrenaline spiking through his veins gave him an extra burst of speed. "You're cheating, Maeve!" he called out into the wind, his voice a mix of laughter and breathless excitement as he quickly began to close the distance between them. "And for the record, I don't lose!"

Then, the dress hit the floor. Rory’s breath hitched, his gaze dropping to the matching lacy set she wore beneath. The delicate fabric clung to her curves, leaving just enough to the imagination to make his head spin. "You have no idea." He rasped, his voice dropping slightly. When she stepped closer and pressed her body against his, the contact was like a match to gasoline. The softness of her breasts against his bare chest and the heat radiating from her skin made his vision blur.

He didn't hesitate any longer. Rory reached out, his hands sliding down her back to grip her waist, his fingers digging slightly into the soft flesh of her hips. "I want to do everything to you." He whispered. "I want to taste every inch of you until you're screaming my name. I want to know exactly how you feel when I finally get inside you."

his words were meant to get to her, and they did. but there was no space for guilt or frustration or questioning. there was no space for anything at all, finally, thankfully, as he closed the already-small distance between them. for a moment she just drank in the pressure, the strength with which he brought them together. and then her lips began to move, mouth exploring his frantically. the rest of her body followed suit—one hand clawing at the skin beneath his shirt while the other held his kiss in place, torso leaning further into him as if no amount of closeness between them could be enough.

then she broke the kiss, barely, tongue grazing hunter's bottom lip as they separated. their bodies remained entangled while she whispered to him. "i don't want a demonstration. i want all of you." she grabbed his arms roughly and turned, tugging him down onto the bench so that she stood before him. the passion of the moment had left her robe half-open, exposing the lingerie she'd picked out just for him.

"I'm glad the trip didn't happen, too." Maeve replied easily. She grinned at him. It was good timing, too. Getting ambushed by him in the middle of the night in nothing but an old t-shirt would've been mortifying before. She could remember how she'd struggled to even make eye contact with him like it was yesterday. Just being in the same room with Arthur'd had her tripping over her words and trying to make herself as small as possible. Simultaneously desperate to be noticed by him and terrified by his very existence, she'd never known what move to make. Every one had felt wrong.

A slow and wicked grin crept onto his face as he recovered his ground, leaning in just a fraction of an inch closer. The playful, easygoing facade was still there but a new, distinctly sharper edge had entered his voice. "To celebrate?" Arthur echoed, his tone dropping an octave as his eyes locked onto hers, refusing to back down from the challenge she’d just thrown at his feet. He let his gaze drift down to her lips for a fraction of a second before bringing it right back up to meet her eyes. "Well, usually I would suggest sneaking out to the beach or breaking into the community pool after hours. Not to mention taking a bunch of beers with us wherever we go. But seeing as you're currently wearing that and we're already breaking rules by raiding the kitchen at 1 AM. I think the guest of honor should get to make the rules. So tell me, Maeve. How exactly do you want to celebrate?"

He couldn't look away from her. She looked rather beautiful and he couldn't stop thinking how well the t-shirt made her look good. For the first time he felt a strong hunger for her and he found himself wanting to desperately drown in her.

He didn't break contact completely, keeping one arm wrapped around her waist as he reached down to grab her jacket from a nearby chair. He draped it over her shoulders to shield her as much from the chilly night air as from any lingering eyes outside. Austin knew the band would have questions but right about now nothing else mattered. His only priority was getting her away from here. He gently lead her out of the room and through the crowded floor. Anytime anyone came to speak with her pushed them away and glared at them trying to hurry along. Before long he pushed open the front door and walked out into the night.

The transition from the loud venue to the quiet night air was instant. Austin opened the passenger door of his car for her, waiting until she was safely tucked inside before jogging around to the driver's side. The moment he shut his door, the chaotic muffled bass of the venue was finally cut off. He started the car and slowly started driving away from there. He didn't say anything for some time before letting out a long sigh. "I shall take you to your place or mine if you want and then I am going to tuck you into bed before letting you rest."

His response made her grateful that she hadn't turned on more lights when she'd come downstairs. It took a lot more to make her blush than it used to, but she still felt her cheeks warming over Arthur even after all this time. Still as charming as ever, he'd only gotten more handsome. She'd done her fair share of Instagram stalking, sure, but that was different than seeing him in person. That was different than feeling that familiar little flutter she'd been feeling in the pit of her stomach since they'd just been kids and he'd walked into the living room the first time she'd had a sleepover with his sister again. Even though the feeling was the same though, that version of her would've cringed at his use of the word gremlin. She would've internalized it for weeks.

"Genetically blessed, huh? I will have to thank my parents for the glowing review. he teased, taking a bite of the toast. At her question, he found himself shrugging softly at her. He swallowed his food before responding to her.

"Yeah, well plans change." He said with a soft shrug. "I was going to go out with a few of my friends on a trip out of town. But the plans fell apart at the last moment. Nothing too serious and so I ended up staying. And honestly I am now glad that the trip didn't happen. Cause otherwise I would have missed this new you and this reunion between us."

"I wanted you since I met you too." Paloma's hips were already rocking against his fingers. Her panties quickly pushed to the side and his cock quickly pressed against her, Paloma lifted her hips to help him accommodate at her entrance, gasping when he finally pushed himself inside her. "Oh my god." She moaned pressing her lips to his, fingers tugging at his hair on the back of his head. "Fuck, Sawyer, oh my god." It seemed like she had waited so long for this all she could go was thank some deity for allowing them to be together like this.

He let out a low, shaky breath, his hands sliding from her waist to grip the swell of her hips, anchoring her to him. He watched her, his gaze dark and predatory, as she began to move. "You have no idea." He rasped, his voice rough and strained. "How many times I have imagined this. How many times I have wanted to rip that dress off you." As she moved up and down his length, Sawyer didn't just let her take control; he met every downward stroke with a powerful, upward thrust of his own. He wanted to fill her completely, to leave no doubt that he was the one inhabiting her now. He leaned up to capture her lips in a series of wet, bruising kisses, tasting the desperation and the relief in her mouth.

"Maeve?" Arthur asked, letting out a low whistle as he leaned casually against the doorframe, crossing his arms. "Oh, good god. For a second there, I thought a supermodel had broken in to steal our leftovers." He chuckled, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he looked her up and down with genuine amusement and unmistakable admiration. "Seriously, what did they feed you in college? Did you sprout like three inches or did you finally just decide to stop looking like a gremlin? Because wow... you actually look incredible."

"Did you have a nice night with your husband?" He asked her in a low voice as he leaned in towards her. His fingers traced against her jaw and his eyes fell on her lips. Even now in the dark of the night with the clock striking four in the morning. The only thing that mattered to him was her as he leaned in towards her with a charming smile, until their lips were barely inches apart from each other.

a hunger filled her as he got closer and closer. the distance, the gap between them, hung even heavier in the air as it dwindled to almost nothing. she wanted to close it so badly, to be the one to give in and show him the hold he had on her. but she spoke instead. "i always have a nice night with him. and i still spend every night thinking of you."

she stood, a little unsteady on her feet from the night cap she'd been sipping on. she didn't need alcohol to want hunter. no, her mind and body craved him all on their own. but it gave her the courage to act, and god, she wanted to act. she raised one hand, letting her fingers play with his hair for a moment before tightening her grip at the back of his head. "if we're going to keep playing twenty questions, there are some things i would love to learn about you. just remember—show, don't tell."

"Is that so?" Hunter murmured, his voice a low, teasing rumble against her skin. He let his thumb stroke a slow circle against her hip, deliberately taking his time despite the hunger clawing at his own chest. "For someone who always has such a nice night with him, you sure have a habit of dragging me right back into you." He paused, letting the hypocrisy of her words hang in the air for just a heartbeat longer, his smile widening when he felt her breath hitch. "But if you want a demonstration..." He leaned down, his lips brushing hers just enough to torment her before he finally gave in, sealing his mouth over hers in a deep, bruising kiss that answered every single one of her questions.

He felt too big and too good at the same time, Josephine's expression shifted between pleasure and adjusting to the size of his cock, it felt even better than she had ever imagined. Ever since she had first shown up at her boyfriend's home Jefferson had caught her attention; he was older, more experienced, rugged hands that she found herself look at for too long, wondering what they would feel like around her body, he looked like he would fuck her better than his son ever could. Maybe she had gotten confident with the few glasses of wine that had shared that night during his family's dinner, or maybe it was just that she had wanted him for too long and had no longer any patience to spare. She felt encouraged when he moved against her hips instead of stopping her, sinking deeper into her, moaning louder against his mouth. The windows of his car fogging from the heat radiating from their bodies.

He had noticed her from the moment she walked into his house. He had seen the way she looked at him, the lingering glances at his hands and the subtle, daring tilt of her hips. He had spent weeks suppressing the urge to claim her, but now that he was buried deep inside her, the restraint snapped. The sensation was intoxicating; she was tighter and more eager than anyone he had touched in years, her body molding around him with a desperate, hungry precision.

"Goddamn it, Josephine." he growled, his voice a rough, gravelly vibration that seemed to rattle in his chest. He didn't answer her with words at first, instead reaching up to seize her hips, his rugged, calloused fingers digging into her soft skin to control the pace. He thrust upward with a sudden, violent force, driving himself deep into her with a grunt of exertion, wanting her to feel exactly how much he desired her.

As she tugged down her tube top, exposing her firm, porcelain breasts to the dim light of the car, Jefferson’s breath hitched. The sight of her, half-naked and riding him with such brazen confidence, sent a jolt of pure electricity through his spine. He reached up, his large hands engulfing her breasts, squeezing the soft flesh with a possessive intensity that left no room for doubt.

"You're a little brat." he rasped, his eyes dark and clouded with lust as he looked up at her. He didn't hold back anymore, his hips snapping upward to meet her rhythm in a punishing, heavy cadence that made the car rock on its suspension. "Yes, I want you. I've wanted to fuck you since the second you walked through my door. Now shut up and take it."

Deep down she felt that perhaps she was being too intense, too forwards, guys her age would probably run scared at the thought of staying the night over, but something about Jefferson felt different, he seemed too at ease with her proposition, like it was exactly what he was expecting. "Yeah? Well I guess then I'll have to make an effort to really impress you." She smiled as she slowly pulled away from his grasp, picking up her bag and then returning to him. "We should get going."

He looked toward the heavy wooden door of the classroom, then back down at her. The hallway outside was quiet, but the school wasn't entirely empty yet. There were janitors, late-staying administrators, and perhaps a few lingering parents."We should." Jefferson agreed, his tone shifting into something more grounded, though his eyes remained warm. He reached out, gently straightening the strap of her bag on her shoulder. "But we need to be smart about it. I don’t want a single person guessing why you look so radiant right now."

He offered her a faint, knowing smirk, though his expression was serious. "I will head out first. I will take the main stairs, sign out at the front desk like normal, and head to my car." He instructed softly, the protective father in him taking charge of the logistics. "Give it about five, ten minutes before you leave. That way, if anyone sees either of us, there’s absolutely nothing to connect me being here with you leaving."

"Oh my god, baby, you make me feel so good." The redhead moaned and whimpered. Her face was guided to meet his, allowing him to see just what a mess of her he was making, face flushed red, lips swollen and parted open moaning for him. "You're fucking me so good Hunter." The older woman praised him, gaze locked with his. "Harder, baby."