Loyal Heir (The Heirs 4)

“See?” I lift an eyebrow at her while trying my best not to laugh. “It’s not just me. You have half the men here all worked up now.”

“I’m sorry,” she winces, looking like she’s about to die of embarrassment.

“Eat so we can get out of here,” I say, as I cut through my stack of pancakes. “I don’t like other men drooling over you.”

Aria lets out a chuckle before she shoves a huge bite of cake into her mouth.

When we’re done, I grab Aria’s hand and feeling like a damn caveman, I pull my girl away from the interested eyes of the other men.

Linking my fingers with hers, we follow the path which leads to the beach. My eyes drink in the sight of the waves rolling to shore, and I go sit on a rock while Aria inspects every tide pool.

When she’s satisfied her curiosity, she comes to sit between my legs and leans back against my chest, and then she murmurs, “I love the ocean.”

We sit in silence for a while, and glancing around us, I check to make sure there’s no one else close to us. I lean down until my mouth brushes against her ear. “Did you have fun in the restaurant?”

She shakes her head, “There was nothing fun about making a man, old enough to be my father, choke.”

Placing my hand on her leg, I caress her skin as I move my hand down to her pussy, then I whisper, “Open your legs.”

“Here? Now?” she tries to glance up at me, but I take hold of her chin and turn her head so I can latch onto her neck. I suck hard at her skin, hoping to leave a mark, and it draws a moan from her. “Okay, here is fine.”

I begin to rub her through her shorts, and her hands grip hold of my thighs.

I lower my hand to her shirt and slipping my fingers under the fabric and her bra, I cup her breast.

With the sound of the ocean and Aria’s breaths speeding up, I’m pulled into a world where it’s just the two of us.

Aria gasps and her head falls back against me as her pelvis begins to grind against my hand, and then I watch as she comes apart from my touch.

When she comes down from her orgasm, I press a kiss to her neck and then say, “Don’t ever lick your fork like that in public again. Okay?”

“Mhh…” She turns sideways and presses a kiss to my mouth. “I love this jealous side of you.”

“Yeah?” I kiss her. “You bring out that side of me.”

ARIA

Sitting by a fire, I place marshmallows on our sticks. Handing one to Forest, we roast them over the open flames.

“This is exactly how I always pictured camping with you would be,” I say as I smile at Forest.

“Yeah, we’ll just skip the horror stories,” he replies, then he wags his eyebrows at me, “We can tell sexy stories, instead.”

“Like, our fantasies?” I ask.

Forest nods, and he inspects his marshmallow before asking, “Is there anything you’d like to experiment with?”

Picking up two graham crackers, I squish my marshmallow between them while I think. “I’d like to try shower sex.”

Forest glances back at the adjoining bathroom, then he says, “We’ll have to wait until we’re back home for that one.”

“And you?” I ask before I take a bite of my s’more.

“Everything,” he answers while making his s’more. Then his eyes lock on mine. “I want to try every position with you at least once.”

I set down my stick and climbing over his lap, I rest my arms on his shoulders. “Which one are we starting with?” I lean forward and pressing my lips to his jaw, I trail kisses down to his throat.

Forest’s right arm pins me to his body, and as he stands up, I wrap my legs around his waist, clinging to him. He carries me into the tent and drops me on the bed. I watch as he goes to close the entrance, and when he turns back to me, he says, “Clothes off.”

Damn, this dominating side of him is going to make my ovaries combust.

I strip out of my clothes, and when we’re both naked, Forest grabs hold of my hips. He turns me to face the bed and says, “Crawl onto the mattress and keep yourself raised.”

I do as he says, and the second I’m on my hands and knees, he positions himself at my entrance. His hands grip my hips, and then he enters me with a hard thrust.

“Holy… Forest,” I gasp.

His strokes are hard and fast, making my thighs quiver.

He moves a hand down the front of me, and then he pinches my clit, and it has me grabbing a pillow so I can smother my cries as my orgasm hits hard.