His body tightened. His cock became steel. His heart reacted, pounding in his chest. That part of him that he’d held aloof crumbled like tumbling bricks. He loved her. Loved everything about her, and he didn’t even know when it had happened. He held out his hand to her, waiting to see her expression. Needing it.

Her gaze touched on his hand and then jumped to his face. His cock jerked so hard he was afraid of embarrassing himself. It throbbed and pulsed along to his heartbeat. That look was there. Reverence. Almost worship. The tip of her tongue slid around her lips, moistening them, making him ache even more. Her hand slipped into his and just that small touch of her skin against his nearly shattered him.

They began walking around all of the back campsites, taking a circular way back to theirs. More people had already set up, and they had to weave their way around the large groups. Fires sprang up. Laughter and the continual buzz of conversations were loud. A few men walked around with bottles of alcohol, tipping them up to drink healthy doses. Music was loud, vying for space in the air from various campsites. Women began to dance, swaying and laughing as they drank. The sky had darkened, but the first stars were out along with half of a moon. It was perfect.

Ice turned Soleil’s head toward his and kissed her, letting her taste his need. His building lust. The desire running like molten lava through his veins. He slipped his hand inside her tank, feeling her tit. Her nipple. He tugged and pinched, rolled and twisted, all the while walking with her. When he lifted his mouth from hers, he touched his mouth to her ear.

“You’re so fuckin’ sexy, baby. I could do you right here.” He meant it too. Right on the picnic table in the camp three sites out from theirs.

She smiled up at him, her heart in her eyes. “You know you can have me anytime, anywhere, honey.”

His heart pounded so hard he thought it might burst through his chest. His cock echoed the pounding beat. It felt damn good to be alive. He kept her walking, but he didn’t remove his hand from her tank, caressing and kneading that perfect breast. He lifted it free of the lace, amazed at the size and shape of her, exquisitely feminine.

Abruptly he stopped and turned her around to face him, his mouth hungry. He devoured that soft offering and instantly she cradled his head to her and arched her back to give him everything he wanted. He took the offering, sucking hard, flattening her nipple to the roof of his mouth, using the edge of his teeth, delivering little stinging nips to the top of that curve and around the curve to the side.

He lifted his head and grinned at her. “Goin’ to leave some marks on you tonight, princess. You nice and bare for me like I like?” His hand slid between her legs to rub his thumb back and forth over the denim covering her mound. At her nod he continued. “Might write my name on you. Nice little strawberries right across your sweet little pussy.”

He slung his arm around her neck and kept walking, enjoying the way she didn’t put her tit back into her tank but left that round temptation out where anyone looking could see. Not only could they see how perfect it was, they could see his marks of possession all over the soft skin. Sexy as hell. He loved it.

When they reached the firepit closest to their bed, Ice snagged a bottle of whiskey and a place for them to sit by the fire. He positioned her between his legs, facing outward, her back to his chest, her hips wedged between his legs. He took a drink of the whiskey and then held the bottle to her mouth. She drank and then leaned her head back against him. When she did, her breasts jutted upward, so that the one uncovered seemed to glow in the firelight spilling over it.

He reached around her with both hands, pushing the tank down below her tits, freeing them from the bra she had insisted on wearing as they made the trip to the camps. Idly, listening to the music and the talk swirling around them, he caressed both breasts.

“Did you see Pierce?” Storm asked. “He’s here and I heard he was looking for Alena.”

The others looked at one another. Ice stilled inside, but he refused to allow anything to interfere with his enjoyment of the evening—or of his woman. He passed his twin the bottle. Storm took a drink and handed it to Soleil.

She tilted the bottle to her lips and some streamed down over her tits. “Oops. What a mess. I can’t believe I did that.”

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