West (The Henchmen MC 19)

She came up spitting.

In both a literal and figurative way.

The crashing wave had knocked our bodies apart, but as soon as she surfaced, she started slicing through the water, making her way toward me, rage making her eyes burn bright.

I knew women well enough to know that while men generally found their anger hot as fuck, they absolutely did not.

So I threw myself into the water, swimming away as fast as I could, making a mental note to text my mother and thank her for forcing me to take swimming lessons until middle school.

Because not even my clear physical advantage in both size and strength could out-swim a pissed off woman.

My arms were screaming, and she was still gaining as I saw a dock up ahead.

I took as deep a breath as my burning lungs would allow, going under the water, thankful for the only time in my life that the water around the U.S. was not of the see-through variety, making me invisible to her as I went around one of the giant pillars for the dock, surfacing, taking a deep breath, wrapping one arm around it to hold me up so I had my other arm free to snag Auggie around the waist without making us both drown.

"Let me go," she demanded as I hauled her back against my chest, her arms and legs flailing, kicking.

"Calm your ass down," I demanded, hearing the humor in my voice, knowing she heard it too, making her let out something that sounded suspiciously similar to a growl. "You had it coming and you know it, honey," I added, trying for reasonable as I felt one of her nails scratch across the back of my hand, trying to force my hand away.

"I just tackled you."

"You know what I meant, Auggie. You've been torturing me for weeks."

At that, her body stopped struggling, just bouncing around on the top of the water with me. "I wouldn't have to torture you if you would just admit you want me too."

"You already know I do," I countered, lips near her ear.

"And yet, you keep acting like you don't."

"I keep my hands to myself because you're off-limits," I corrected.

"I seem to remember you definitely not keeping your hands to yourself," she shot back, voice going lower, a little huskier. Remembering. Getting turned on by the memory.

And, damnit, so was I.

And with her body as close as it was, she could feel that too.

"A mistake," I told her, and I didn't even believe me. "One that can't happen again."

"Sure it can," she countered, turning in my less crushing grip, wrapping her legs around my waist before I could think to stop her. If I was even thinking clearly at all at this point. Her pelvis crushed to mine as her arms went out, one around the back of my neck, the other around the column behind me, holding on.

Her lips crashed down on mine. Wild. Reckless. Just like the rest of her.

Any thoughts of turning her down slipped from my head as her body warmed mine, as her teeth nipped my lip hard.

My arm went around her, slipped down, held onto her ass.

Suddenly, the demand from her lips lessened, making the kiss slower, softer, and—dare I even think it about a woman like her—sweeter.

A low, mewling noise escaped her, making my cock twitch, ache with the need to be inside her, to make more of those noises escape her. Turning, I pushed her back against the column, pushing her arms up, wrapping them above her head and around the pole. My arm went around it too, keeping me there in front of her as my lips claimed hers again, firm, deep, as my other hand moved up from her waist. Glided over her ribcage, traced the line of the material under her breasts, then grabbed the little triangle of red, pulling it aside, exposing her.

My hand moved over it, making a shudder rack her body. My thumb and forefinger found her hardened nipple, rolling it, making her legs clamp tight around my waist, crushing my pelvis to hers, making my cock press up against her pussy.

Need overtook us both, taking away any thoughts of self-control, of propriety, of getting caught. Maybe even by her brother.

Her hips pressed tight against me as mine ground against her.

My lips swallowed her cries as I drove her up, as I felt my own need reach a tipping point.

The slamming of small feet on the dock above us was the shock we needed to stop before we went too far.

Auggie's knees pressed into my hip bones, pushing me back, as her hand yanked at her bathing suit, pulling it back into place.

"Shit," I hissed, sucking in a deep breath, still feeling her soft lips on mine, her breast in my hand, the warmth of her pussy against mine in the cold water.