Chapter Nine

Adam was totally and completely out of control, and he didn’t give two fucks. He was consumed with driving Jules out of her goddamn mind. He should have known that things would end up this way the second he picked her up. He was so tired of fighting his attraction to her. She obviously wanted him as much as he wanted her.

It’s just sex. We can stop anytime we want to.

He’d worry about the fallout later. Right now he had more important things on his mind—Jules’s orgasm. He licked and teased and did his damnedest to drive her as crazy as she’d been driving him since he agreed to this devil’s bargain. Her whimpers and whispered pleas were music to his ears, and he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, didn’t so much as change his pace until she gave a muffled cry and her entire body went tight. He gave her one last long lick and then gently set her back onto the ground. “That’s how crazy you drive me, sugar.”

She blinked down at him. “That’s pretty crazy.”

“Tell me about it.” He climbed to his feet and set about putting her to rights, tying her bikini bottom back into place and reaching for the top.

Jules grabbed his hands. “Wait, what about you?”

“What about me?”

She gave his swim trunks a significant look. “This is the second time you’ve taken care of me and not gotten your own release.”

He knew that. Hell, he could feel every beat of his heart in his cock, and it was as distracting as the fact she was standing here having this conversation with her breasts bared. “Now’s not the time.” He wasn’t sure there ever would be a time when it was right, because he didn’t trust himself to keep his head on straight, not if he was already reacting this way and he hadn’t even been inside her.

“Bullshit.”

He frowned at her. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard you swear before.”

“There’s a time and place. This is both.” She swung around, pushing him against the tree with more strength than he would have anticipated. “Now don’t even try arguing with me, Adam.” Her sunny grin made something in his chest lurch. “I’m about to have my wicked way with you.”

“Jules—”

But it was too late. She was on her knees and working off his wet trunks with efficient motions.

You’re full of shit. It’s not too late. All you have to do is walk away to put a stop to this.

He didn’t. He didn’t so much as utter a word as she freed his cock, her hum of approval the sexiest thing he’d ever heard. She shot him a look from beneath her lashes. “Now, if you’re still having second thoughts, just close your eyes and think of England.”

“I’m good.” He wanted every second of this memory etched in his brain. Adam laced his fingers through her long dark hair, pulling it away from her face so he could see everything.

“Suit yourself.” She took his cock into her mouth, a slow, savoring motion, licking him like he was her favorite kind of ice cream. “Holy wow, Adam—you’re packing some serious heat.”

There was no appropriate response to that because she took him deeper this time, working him like she had all the time in the world. Watching his cock disappear between her lips did a number on him, the pleasure so intense it was an active fight to keep his eyes open and his body still.

There was no chance of holding his words in. “That’s it, sugar. Take me deep. You’re making me feel so fucking good I can barely stand it.” That earned him a particularly hard suck, and he temporarily lost the ability to breathe. “Shit. You’re so goddamn lucky I don’t have a condom on me, or I’d be on you in half a second, spreading those sweet thighs and sinking into your wet heat. You want that, sugar, don’t you?”

She made a sound of agreement, her eyes flashing open to pin him in place.

“Yeah, I thought so. But you deserve better than to be fucked out in the woods like we’re horny teenagers. I’m going to take you in a bed, where I can have you in every position imaginable.”

She let go of his cock with a wet sound. “Are you taking requests?”

How she could joke in this moment when it felt like he was going to burn to ash on the spot was anyone’s guess. He tightened his grip on her hair, not guiding her, just letting her know how close he was to losing it. “I’ll consider it.”

“I want to be on top.”

It was a good thing the tree was holding him up, or his knees would have given out. Adam could perfectly picture what it would be like, her tight little body riding him, her breasts bouncing with each stroke, her dark hair everywhere, her eyes giving him the exact same look she was giving him now—the one that said she was having the time of her life and loving every second of it. “I think we can make that happen.”

“Perfect.” And then she was back, sucking him deep, working him until he had to let go of her hair with one hand and reach above his head to cling to the nearest tree branch.

“Sugar, if you don’t stop what you’re doing, I’m going to lose it.”

“Good.” The word was full of feminine satisfaction. She cupped his balls with one hand, her fingers digging into his hip with the other.

And he was lost. Adam couldn’t keep his eyes open, no matter how hard he tried. He came violently, pumping into her mouth with a curse, and she swallowed down every drop. They were silent for several minutes afterward, Jules resting her head on his thigh and him staring up into the treetops and wondering what the fuck he was going to do.

Once again, she recovered faster than he did. Jules patted his thigh. “That was most excellent. They definitely know we were up to no good, and if Kelli can keep it to herself, I’ll eat my shoe.” She hopped to her feet and fixed her top. “Do you need a minute?”

“Ah…no. I’m good.” He’d have to be. Adam pulled his trunks back on, wincing at the feeling of wet fabric against his skin.

“Cool. We better get back. I’m sure by this point, Aubry’s decided that we’ve been murdered by an alligator or a serial killer or something to do with banjos.”

How the hell could she be so bouncy when it felt like his entire world had been rocked to the core? Irritation rose at how keen she was to have everyone know exactly what they were just doing, even though he knew he had no right to it. This was what she’d wanted to begin with—scandal.

Well, oral sex in the woods with a party fifty feet away is pretty fucking scandalous.

Sheer pride kept him moving as he followed her back to the river. He searched for something to say. “Your friend is an odd one.”

“We all like what we like. Aubry just likes her space and her computer and weird B horror movies and theories about how the world is going to end in a zombie apocalypse.”

“Noted.” That sounded weird as fuck to him, but who was he to judge? There were plenty of people that thought climbing on the back of a pissed-off bull was a study in insanity, and he’d done it more times than he could count. The truth was he never felt more alive than that second before the gate snapped open and the animal burst into motion.

Except for maybe when he was with Jules.

Damn it.

He held her tube so she could hop into it and then pushed them both out into the swimming hole. He wasn’t sure what else there was to say. He’d just lost his mind and dragged her into the woods like a crazy person, and then she’d given him the single most devastating blowjob of his life. It wasn’t even the technique—though that had been beyond reproach. It was the fact she seemed to be having such fun while she was doing it. Sex had been a lot of things for him in the past—intense, distracting, toxic—but never fun. He wasn’t sure what to do with fun.

They paddled around the bend and there was the rest of their party, standing and bullshitting on the minuscule beach. Aubry stood away from the rest of them, her hand shielding the sun from her eyes as she searched—obviously for them. “Jules!”

“Shit,” Jules muttered. They barely got within reach of the beach when she jumped out of the tube with a splash. “I’m fine. I didn’t get eaten.”

Quinn crossed over to them and gave Adam a long look. “Are you sure about that?”

The choked sound Jules made had Aubry zeroing in on her. “Oh, we’re going to have words, and soon.”

“Great.”

And then there came Grant, the pinched look around his mouth doing nothing to make Adam feel less like punching his face in. “Took you two long enough. We thought one of your tubes might have popped.”

Jules’s grin was bright enough to blind. “Nope. Nothing like that.”

“I…see.” Grant took her in with one long look and then turned the same expression on Adam. “You work fast, don’t you?”

It didn’t matter that Adam had been feeling kind of shitty about how things just played out. He wasn’t about to have this asshole adding on the guilt. “None of your business.”

“Oh, I think it is. I’m concerned for Jules.”

The woman in question inserted herself between them, though Adam couldn’t begin to say which of them she was planning on saving. “Jules is standing right here and can hear you both. Why don’t we get moving? I’m working the second shift and I don’t want to be late.” She didn’t give them a chance to argue, moving back to the tubes, Aubry on her heels. The redhead took Adam’s tube, shooting him a sharp look over her shoulder. A look he fucking deserved.

Grant and his three chicks headed for the fire pit, leaving Adam and Quinn standing on the beach. Quinn crossed his arms over his chest. “Daniel’s going to kill you.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“You’re not even bothering to lie well when you say that shit.” He shook his head. “I’d get my story straight, and fast, because he’s going to hear about this sooner rather than later. You know how this town works.”

Yeah, he knew. Nothing stayed secret for long in Devil’s Falls—which had been exactly the point. But if Adam had half a brain in his head, he’d track Jules down tonight and explain nicely to her he couldn’t do this anymore and that he was sorry for taking advantage of her in her obviously unstable emotional state.

That was the problem, though.

He wasn’t sorry, and he didn’t want to stop.