“Yeah. Seems pretty pissed about it.”
I perk up, listening in on their conversation. Roux didn’t tell me her dad was out of prison. We hadn’t exactly had a free moment to talk either, though.
“Jace is a good guy,” Jordy tells Cal. “I know he fucked up when they were younger, but if it weren’t for him, I might have died in the pen.”
His words make me shiver. Jordy gave up his freedom to protect Roux and Roan. It was incredibly stupid, but also selfless. His loyalty to them will always be his best quality. Jordy Martinez may be the most unhinged, scary Hoodlum, but I think he might love the hardest. Roux absolutely deserves that kind of love after the hellish life she and Roan went through.
“I hope he doesn’t fuck it up,” Cal agrees.
When Roux stands up from her chair, her stomach poking out as she stretches, Jordy slices through the water like the shark he is, eyes locked on his target. I’m left alone with Cal.
A strong arm encircles my waist, pulling me to his chest. I suck in a sharp, surprised breath. Hot lips find the side of my neck, gently kissing the flesh there. The cold water creeps up over my chest and to my chin as he wades deeper. My feet lash at the water now that I’m unable to stand.
“I’ve got you,” he rumbles. “Stop moving, English.”
I relax in his hold. His other hand that’s not holding me to him splays over my naked stomach, teasing me with his fingertips.
“This swimsuit should be illegal.” His growled words make me shiver. “Having to stare at you with a fucking boner in front of my parents is cruel.”
I grin, loving that I had that effect on him. “You hid it well with your plate.”
“Barely.” He slides his hand lower, letting one of his fingers slip beneath the edge of my bikini bottoms. “I can’t hide it now.”
His dick presses into my ass, resting along the crack, warning me of his size and girth.
“We both know I’m going to destroy your perfect pussy tonight,” he rumbles. “But I couldn’t go another second without touching you.” His hand slides into my bottoms. “Without touching this.”
I whimper when his finger expertly rubs at my clit before sliding along my slit and barely entering my body. My legs widen, eagerly inviting him in, and my feet hook around the back of his thighs.
“You think you deserve this, loser?” he croons, nuzzling my hair. “My finger inside you? You think you deserve pleasure?”
“Yes,” I sass, pressing my body against his finger. “Do it, Cal.”
Instead, he pulls it back out, teasing my clit again. “Beg, Charlie girl. Beg for me to finger your needy pussy. Tell me how bad and horrible you are for wanting to get off in front of my parents.”
God, he’s so dirty.
I fucking love it, too.
“Finger me,” I tell him, my words breathless. “Get me off in front of everyone.”
His teeth sink into the side of my neck, biting hard enough to make my body tense up, but not hard enough to break the skin. He chooses that tense moment to press the entire length of his finger into me. It’s a brutal invasion that lights my soul on fire.
“Why do you love pain?” His finger is gentle now as he fucks me slowly with it. “Why do you like to be hurt, beautiful?”
“I don’t,” I argue, letting out a low moan when he forcefully pushes in another finger. “Ahh, it burns.”
“Say your precious safe word, English. Say it right now.”
“I can’t.”
“Why not?”
“I don’t want to.”
“How come?”
“Because I want this.”
“Even though it hurts.”
I whimper when he pinches my nipple over my suit. “Y-Yes.”
“So you do like a little pain?”
“Only with you,” I breathe.
“Why?”
“Because I know you’ll stop if I can’t take it. You won’t hurt me. Not like him.”
He rewards me by suckling on my neck and fucking me slowly with his fingers. The top of my swimsuit gets pulled down, exposing one of my breasts to his greedy hand. We’re still beneath the water, so no one can see, but it feels naughty. He cups my entire breast before twisting the nipple in between his finger and thumb.
“I’m going to fuck you so hard,” he warns. “As soon as family time is over, I’m taking you to my place and I’m going to spend the whole night devouring you. I don’t know what this is between us, Charlotte, but I can’t not see it through. I need to be inside you. I may hate myself for that, but it doesn’t change the fact it’s my truth.”
“I want that too.”
“I’ve been in your mouth. Soon, I’ll be inside your cunt. One day, I’ll take your ass and you’ll love that too. Want to know why?”
“Why?” I whimper when his thumb rubs my clit.
“Because your body was made for me to punish. You crave every single thing I want to do to you. It’s vile and dirty, but you feel like you deserve it.”
“I’ve never done anal,” I murmur, my voice tight. “I don’t know that I’ll be good at it.”
“You don’t have to be good at it. You have to just take it. Brutal and hard. Hold on and try not to cry. It’ll hurt. You’ll cry.” His words are vicious as they lash at me, but I can’t flinch from them because he plays my pussy right to the edge of pleasure and leaves me lingering there.
“Sounds horrible.”
He chuckles, the sound dark and demonic, sending thrills of desire curling in my belly like plumes of smoke. Addictive and heady. “You love all the horrible things I do to you.”
With those words, he rubs me right over the edge, biting my neck again. I have to bite down on my bottom lip to keep from screaming out in pleasure. He slides his fingers out of me and rights my swimsuit bottoms. Rather than fixing my top, he exposes the other
