Dirty Summer 6

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Reid

Reid’s eyes opened, and he raised his head, attempting to work the crick out of his neck. Once again this summer, he found himself waking up with Maggie draped over his chest. He tried to prop himself up to a sitting position without waking her, but his movements must not have been as stealthy as he thought. She stirred under him and motioned to creep out of bed. His right arm grabbed her around the waist and pulled her back to him.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asked. “After that strip tease act you pulled, why do you think I’m letting you out of my reach?”

“I was just thinking about moving somewhere a little more comfortable,” she said, looking into his eyes. “I know this is technically a stateroom and all, but I can’t imagine this bare mattress is as cozy as your bed,” she said.

“Maybe my bedroom’s not such a bad idea,” he said. “But it is kinda far away.” He kissed her shoulder and shifted them both so they were sitting up. He adjusted Maggie until she was in his lap with her legs and feet dangling over the edge of the platform. He chuckled.

“What?” Maggie said. “What?”

Reid laughed harder.

“What?” she demanded and playfully punched him on the side of his arm. “What is so funny?”

“The shoes,” he said, nodding toward her feet. “The shoes. I just noticed.”

She giggled. “I guess I got swept away, literally, when you picked me up, and forgot to take them off. They are my favorite shoes. Don’t poke fun. Comfortable.”

“They’re cute,” he said, staring at her feet, which were now crossed at the ankles. “But considering their trek through the storm, they could use a rest, or I have something completely different planned for them.” He winked at her.

“And what’s that?” Maggie asked.

When she had appeared a few hours ago, her good girl act had tempted his primal side. All he wanted to do was pin her against the wall, but he knew she needed more than a quick five minutes in bed. Now was his chance.

“This.” Not giving her a moment to protest, he pulled Maggie from the bed, locked her legs around his hips, and moved toward the narrow hallway.

“Traction,” he growled in her ear, while planting each one of her feet on the wall on either side of his lower chest.

Reid smiled when he saw the realization spread across Maggie’s face of exactly how he wanted her to use her body. Maybe he should slow things down, but he wanted to bury himself in her, feel her tighten around him, until his mind was a white oblivion. He loved bringing out the wild side in her. She had done things he had never expected. He knew she was up for this.

“Oh.” She closed her eyes.

She gripped her fingers around his neck and sank her hips down, sliding over his before rocking forward. Damn, it was incredible how she made him feel like he could explode right now.

“God, Maggie. Do that again.” Reid’s whole frame was rigid from bracing himself against the wall, but the way he was holding her against him shot strong pressure from his favorite angle. He loved wall sex.

“Like this?” she breathed in his ear as she lowered herself, tightening all her muscles around him.

“Yes. Do that—again.” He kissed along her neck. This was fucking amazing. He dug his fingers into the flesh of her bottom, and he saw the sensation taking her over the edge.

“Don’t stop.” He urged her on even though she was breathing heavily in his ear. He knew she was ready to fold in his arms. “I want to feel it.” He thrust away from the wall, gripping her lower back. God, she was so hot inside, like molten lava wrapping around him.

He didn’t know how much longer he could keep this going. Every time she rocked deeper, he felt consumed by the pressure building within him. He wanted to do this with her for the rest of the night. He could get lost in a girl like Maggie and never want to come up for air.

“Reid…” she panted.

He couldn’t take it anymore. He spun away from the wall, slammed her back against the surface, and drove hard inside her. A blinding sensation surged through his body as he pulled back, spreading her thighs farther before plunging deeper with more intensity and force.

“God, Maggie.” He bit into her shoulder and felt her shatter all around him. His body tensed and went rigid as she pooled in his arms. He thrust into her one last time, surrendering to the release that was more consuming than the last time. His breath left his body and his legs wobbled for a second.

Using the wall for support, he slid until he and Maggie were on the floor. His body felt heavy and relaxed. He ran a finger along the smooth skin of her back.

“And that is the boat tour.” He laughed.

She nuzzled his shoulder, and carefully extricated her legs from around his waist. “Well, now that I’ve seen her, I give her my stamp of approval.”

“Is that so?” Reid teased.

Maggie looked into his eyes and kissed him. “Yes, absolutely.”

“Wait, you brought cupcakes, didn’t you?” Reid’s eyes widened. He had just remembered there was something else besides the trench coat in her arms when she arrived.

“So, now you want the cupcakes?”

He nuzzled under her ear and kissed the open spot on her neck. “I do, but let’s not go anywhere for a while.” He wondered if he could push her for a third time. He’d never get tired of sex like that.

This rainy day was perfect. The cute girl who had just surprised the hell out of him curled around him and let her body relax against his chest. With his arms around her, there was no way she was stepping one foot off this yacht.

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