Huck (Golden Glades Henchmen MC 1)

"Sounds good," he said, nodding.

I should have known.

Really, I should have.

He didn't mean That sounds good for you.

He meant that sounds good in general.

As in, he was planning on joining me.

I learned this only after I went out back, stripped out of my dress, and dove into the water in only my barely-there panties and strapless bra, breaking into a swim, then slamming right into his hard body.

And, well, I mean hard.

Not just all those delicious muscles.

But something else entirely.

I came up gasping for air, feeling Huck's hands landing on my hips, giving me some stability as I reached up to wipe the water off my face.

"What are you doing?" I asked, wincing at the accusation in my tone.

"Cooling off," he told me, brow lowering. "You were in a dress, babe. I had a fucking suit on," he reminded me, which only brought my attention to his lack of suit.

"I, ah, I prefer the suit," I claimed, dumbly, since we both knew it was bullshit.

"No, you don't," he contradicted me, smirking down at me. "In the suit, you wouldn't feel this the same way," he said, pulling me closer until my front met his, sending a shiver through me even as his hands slipped over my hips and down to cup my ass. "See?" he asked when my breath gasped in when he dragged my hips to his, making his cock press into my stomach.

"Huck, we..." I started, not sure what my objection was going to be since my body was practically humming with need.

I didn't get to finish the thought anyway because Huck turned us and pressed me up against the side of the pool, grinding his hardness against me.

My lips parted on a low whimper a second before his lips crashed to mine, claimed mine. There was no other way to describe it. His lips were hard, demanding.

His teeth nipped my lower lip as my thighs lifted, wrapped around his lower back, giving me the leverage I needed to rock my hips against him, finding myself absolutely shameless in my need.

It didn't matter that we were in the pool, that the others were likely in the house behind us, that someone would be looking out the window right that moment.

All I could think about was him.

His tongue in my mouth.

His hard cock against my cleft.

His hand as it yanked down the front of my bra, exposing my breasts to the water, his palm closing over one, squeezing hard.

His thumb and forefinger grabbed my nipple, rolling, squeezing, getting it to a painful peak as his hips started to grind against me, driving me upward.

The sound of a throat clearing nearly made me jump out of my skin, every limb flailing out, but Huck's lips stayed firm on mine.

Then the throat clearing sounded for the second time, dragging a growling noise out of Huck.

"Yeah, I hear you," he said, lips still on mine. "Fuck off."

"Far be it from me to tell you who you can fuck and when," Remy said, sounding as carefree as ever. "But I feel like I need to remind you that there are still threats out there. The kind who carry automatic weapons. And that you might not be your sharpest in reaction time if you're in the middle of fucking. Just my two cents," he said, sounding amused as he walked off.

"Damnit," Huck snapped, lips finally pulling from mine, his eyes opening, looking as needy as I felt. "He's right," he added, tone apologetic as his hand went down, trying to yank my wet bra back into place. "Hold on," he added, going toward the steps.

"What... no... you're going to drop me," I gasped as he started to climb.

"Babe, just hold the fuck on," he demanded, blowing out his breath as his arm went under my ass, keeping me up high as he got us fully out of the pool, water cascading down.

"Put me down, Huck," I demanded as he just started walking.

"Nope," he said, moving toward the back door.

"Everyone is going to know that..." I started, then felt my back slammed against the house, his lips sealing over mine, cutting off my objections.

He kissed me until my body felt molten again, until all rational thoughts left my head.

"I don't give a fuck who knows," he told me after breaking away, then pulled me off the wall, and carried me inside, through the kitchen, up toward the front of the house.

I could hear the guys, knew they could see, but also that there wasn't much to be done at this point. Remy had seen us, after all. And despite what they often liked to claim, guys gossiped just as much as women do.

So I pressed my face to Huck's shoulder so I didn't have to see anyone's reaction, and let him carry me upstairs, down the hall, into the master bedroom.