Evin's Fight (Southern Charmers 3)

“We can’t do this; someone might see.”

“Doubtful since I have you hidden, but we should be quick. Spread, baby.”

She shakes her head, but as soon as my middle finger grazes her clit, her thighs open a little. My finger glides inside easily. “You’re so fucking wet.”

“It’s you, that’s us.” She moans softly.

I bite gently on her earlobe, the animal in me stirring alive. She strutted out of the bathroom earlier, and with one look, she was pinned to the bed. Her eyes transformed into the shade of blue I knew well. She knew exactly what she was doing, teasing me with that suit and the memories of our first morning. The bottoms were barely off before I drove into her, fucking her hard.

Poppy may have waited twenty-nine years, but once she gave herself to me, all hesitancy about sex vanished. She unleashed her wild side and doesn’t hold back. No inhibitions, no reservations, no mercy.

I fucking love it.

“You have no idea what that does to me. Knowing your pussy is coated with the mixture of us.”

“Evin, we can’t,” she tries again, but her voice gives her away.

I grin against her neck, sucking the skin under her ear. “Too late, baby.” Another finger makes its way inside and she whimpers. “Every time you look around this afternoon, I want you to think about this right here. Me finger fucking you in this spot until you come apart. If you’re lucky, it’ll hold me off until we get home and I can get my mouth on you.”

“I want you, too…”

“What do you want? Tell me.” I pump faster.

“You… your mouth… your…”

Fuck if all the blood in my body rushes south and pulses painfully in my dick. “You want my cock while I’m devouring your pussy?”

“Yes.” She throws her head back, her hands gripping my arm like a vice.

“You in the mood for wild?”

“Mmhmm.”

“Before we leave here tonight, I can fuck you upstairs overlooking this pool. You’ll be naked, watching the party below us while I take you from behind.” I grind my hips into her ass. “You up for that?”

“Oh, God, sweetie, please.”

I scissor my fingers, rolling her clit with my thumb until she bucks into me, letting out a small cry. Tremors rock up her legs and back, her muscles convulsing against my hand.

“Don’t let me go,” she whispers. “I’m not sure my legs are working.”

“Got you, baby.”

I slide my hand out and lift her to me, sitting in the oversized sun lounger that’s close. She adjusts across my lap, cradling into me sideways.

When she looks up, her eyes are glazed and her face flushed. “It’s not fair how good you are at that.”

“Good at knowing my wife’s body and what she likes?”

“Yes. All I can think about now is sex and getting home.”

I wind my arms around her, throw back my head, and roar in laughter. She slaps at my chest, huffing. “Stop laughing at me.”

“The last ten days you have taken me hard, soft, slow, sweet—expertly working until I blow. I swear each time tops the last as the best and impossible to beat. Then five minutes later, my dick wants you again, and fuck if you don’t give it better. Baby, if you spend the next few hours thinking about sex, welcome to my world.”

“Is it safe to come out?” Someone yells from the patio.

“Is that Scottie?” Poppy struggles to get up. “I thought this was his vacation week.”

“He and Billy are staying at Todd’s beach house forty-five minutes away. Did you think they’d miss this?”

“We’re down by the pool,” she calls back.

“You need to stay right where you are and try not to wiggle.”

“Why?”

I thrust my hard cock against her thigh, and her eyes bulge. “Okay. No wiggling.”

Scottie, Billy, Ashlyn, and Miller all file out of the house, Miller openly smirking.

“Oh, jeez, he knows something.”

“From what I’m told, he knows a lot. You ladies like to share.”

“It’s not my fault. They are slick and professional at coaxing information. At least with Ryanne, she comes right out and asks. Darby and Ashlyn are like sleuthing ninjas. You never see it coming.”

“Share what you want, but I don’t ever, ever want to hear about Darby and Pierce’s sex life.”

She presses her lips together until her eyes grow wet and she snorts, head planting into my chest. “The feeling is mutual with her. The fewer details the better.”

“What’s so funny?”

Scottie stops by our chair. I tap her back to let her know it’s safe to move and she launches into his arms. “Evin’s not tickled by the girl gab.”

“The men generally aren’t, but wait until he benefits from the wisdom of others.”

She continues to giggle, removing her dress and tying her hair on top of her head. “I think it’s time for a swim. You coming with me?”

“Absolutely.” I haul myself out of the chair and yank my shirt over my head, turning to kick off my shoes.