“I still think you’re crazy, but yeah, I can put something on to appease your alpha male attitude. Just remember, my name is not Jane and you are not Tarzan.” A smile covers her face. My woman is back, with that quick-witted mind and sharp tongue of hers. It’s enough to make me want to say, ‘Fuck the beach’ and take her to bed.
Instead, I dip my head, our lips lightly touching. The feel of hers beneath mine, pillowy and soft, it calls to a hunger deep inside me. The need to taste Peyton, to have her surrounding me, is too much, and when she leans into me, the curves of her breasts pushing against my chest, that’s when I take our kiss deeper, giving her the one she craved and I neglected all those months ago. That won’t happen again. My hand moves up, grasping her hair, not wanting her to pull away. Peyton does the opposite—she arches her body, giving me exactly what we both want.
My tongue laps at the seam of her lips. Peyton’s meet mine, and that’s when I do the very last thing I probably should. I move my hands down, grabbing the back of her thighs. She climbs up, and I wrap her up in my arms, taking us to the nearest wall available. The entire walk, not that it’s too much of one, Peyton’s hips are moving, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, the soft mewls she’s making while we kiss. It’s going to be hard to step away from her this time. I’m going to hate doing it even more. She needs to know that I’m going to work for her forgiveness, not fuck it out of her.
Our mouths are ripped away from each other when she moans, “More, Chance, please.”
“Fuck, this is not how I want things to go, not yet. You get yours though, baby. Then we’ll work on us, and the next time we come, it’ll be fucking together.” Her back meets the wall as she grinds down on my cock when I thrust my hips upwards. Her tits are swaying with every motion, her skin glistening with sweat from her impending orgasm. I look down at where our bodies meet, and not for the first time do I wish we were both naked and it was my cock deep inside her.
“I’m coming,” she purrs, her hands gripping my shoulders so tight, I can feel her nails digging into my skin. My mouth meets hers again, kissing her while swallowing down her moans, wanting to savor every moment of this. When Peyton’s eyes open, I give her one last small kiss and help her down, yet still holding on to her until she has found her footing.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Wow, yeah. I’m great.” A smile takes over her face.
“Hell, yes, you are. I’m going to change my clothes. Give me ten minutes, and we’ll head down to the beach?”
“Of course, and Chance?” Peyton responds.
“Yeah, baby?” My hands are still boxing her in against the wall, not really wanting to leave her for a single second.
“Thank you.” She leans up, kissing the underside of my jaw, then backs away scurrying into her bedroom. I watch her curves the entire time, knowing I’m one lucky son of a bitch that Peyton is willing to give me another chance.
Four
Peyton
“Answer the phone.” I dialed Rowen, Aspen, and Berkley. Usually, we FaceTime, but for something like this, I can’t have Chance hearing them blabbering on the other end of the line.
“Why are you calling? This better be an emergency! Your ass should be on the beach,” Aspen states.
“Um, about that. There seems to be a six-foot-two-inch growly alpha who sidetracked me with an orgasm while attempting to do just that,” I talk quickly into the phone.
“Oh, Chance is like that, is he,” Rowen smarts off as she comes on the line.
“Get it, girl,” is Berkley’s response, ever the smartass.
“You guys, I can’t just forgive and forget, can I?”
“Take a chance on Chance, get it?” Aspen, she’s a damn goof. We all laugh. Berkley snorts, which causes Rowen to giggle like a teenager, and me to chuckle with the rest of them.
Aspen isn’t wrong. It does cause me to take a step back and pause though. If I hold on to the grudge too long, who knows what could happen to us. Chance could eventually get sick of me and walk away. That’s something I’m not willing to risk. “Fine, okay. I love you guys. Give everyone hugs and kisses or whatnot. I’ll probably only text from here on out. I have a date with a sexy hunk of a man and the beach.” I hurry up and throw the phone on my bed, a bed I hopefully won’t be in alone tonight even if we don’t have sex.