“You shouldn't." I tried to swallow around the sawdust drying out my mouth.
"But I can't help it." And as he leaned closer, only a whisper of a breath standing between us, I moaned.
“Fuck, I'm going to enjoy this."
The pull of the forbidden was so strong, I leaned into it. Then…
"Lock, where are you?"
We sprung apart, caught. I stumbled over the recliner and had to scramble to keep my balance.
Lock reached out and caught me with an arm around my waist that brought me flush up against him. Reflexively, I shoved him hard.
The motion only toppled us both onto the lounger with him on top of me. In a panic, I rolled us to the ground with me on top of him, my hips astride his. He was gazing up at me, his eyes wide with surprise. “Fuck."
I tried to get up. But as I rocked backward, I felt the very hard, very thick length of his erection right against my core. And I closed my eyes and moaned, "Oh Jesus."
There was no choice. I had to work my hips up to get up. And when I did, he hissed and gripped them. Fucking hell.
I bit back a moan. “This isn’t happening. I'm sorry. I have to go." I clambered off him and he sprang up with an intense look toward me like he was going to prowl toward me and consume me.
That sounds promising.
I shook my head. “I'm just going to—" I hooked my thumb toward the door.
"There you are," came a booming voice from the door of the cottage.
I looked around Lock to find Saint in the doorway. "Saint, hi."
He grinned at me. "Hey, Saff, did he fuck up today? Please tell me everything."
I gave him a tremulous smile. "Actually he did great."
Saint scowled. “Did he beat me?"
“I will leave the two of you to talk about it," I said, knowing better than to get between two competing males.
Saint laughed. “Don't let me run you off. I see you brought beer."
"That was his reward. It was what he asked for. But we're done anyway. You guys have a good night." I forced myself to turn to him with a smile on my face. “Good job today. I'll see you for training tomorrow."
He said nothing, his gaze intent on mine. And everything about his expression told me I should run and hide somewhere very far away, because when he caught me, we were going to break a whole lot of rules.