He gently lifts my leg and places it over his shoulder. I look down, watching as he moves my panties to one side. I’m torn between needing to feel his mouth on me and wanting to hide. I feel so exposed yet so sexy all at the same time.
He doesn’t give me a chance to reconsider or stop him. His tongue sweeps up the length of my pussy in a swift motion that causes me to jerk. It’s so sensitive that I almost climax right away.
“Fuck, you taste good. If you are the last thing I taste before I die, I’ll die happy,” he mutters. He repeats the motion again like he’s leisurely licking an ice cream. I cry out and my legs almost buckle from underneath me. He runs a finger over my opening and slowly pushes it inside of me. “You ready, Angel?” he asks. I run my fingers over his head. I want him back there, but at the same time, I want to push him away. I feel like jelly and I can’t form the words, so I stare down at him lazily and nod my head. He smirks. “Keep your eyes on me. It’s sexy as fuck,” he growls. He presses his mouth against my pussy and begins a punishing and relentless act of licking, sucking, and nipping. I’m so close to the edge that tears leak from the corners of my eyes and my head falls back against the wall.
Riggs nips my inner thigh. “Eyes, Anna!” he growls in warning and I bring my head back to watch him. He circles his thumb over the swollen bud and smirks when I cry out again.
A warmth burns through my body and I shudder hard. I grip his head to steady myself as an intense orgasm rips me apart. I shake and shudder uncontrollably. It’s something I’ve never experienced before, and when I look back at Riggs, I feel so exposed that I drop my leg back to the ground and instantly cover myself with my hands. He rises to his feet with a satisfied smile on his face. He uses his thumbs to wipe the tears from my eyes and then licks the salty water from each. “We need to get back out there.”
Panic and guilt hit me hard. “Fuck,” I hiss, grabbing my shorts. “I left Malia.”
“She’s fine.” He smiles, looking relaxed. “My mom is watching her and Ziggy. Plus, Eva’s there.”
“That’s not the point. I left my child with a bunch of strangers while I let you . . . well, you know,” I mutter as I pull my clothes back on. “I don’t usually do that,” I mutter, feeling like he needs to know I’m not the kind of girl to hook up with strangers.
He catches my hand before I can rush off and moves in close, invading my space again. “Don’t do that. Don’t push me away like what we just shared wasn’t fucking hot. If that’s how hard you come from just my mouth, imagine what it’ll be like when I fuck you,” he whispers close to my ear. “You’re not the type of girl to fuck around, I hear that. But now I’ve had a taste of you, I won’t be letting you go easily.”
He takes me by the hand and leads me back outside. Everyone is exactly how they were when we went, laughing and chatting. Meanwhile, my legs are threatening to give way from his alpha threat. I should be alarmed, but I’m weak for a bossy ass and Riggs only needs to look at me to make me want to rip off my clothes and lay myself out for him. I give my head a shake. What the fuck is wrong with me?
Malia is still exactly where I left her— sitting on the picnic blanket next to Ziggy, eating a burger. My heart swells with love around the same time that mom guilt kicks in. Do I really want another man in my life after everything I’ve already been through? He has the ability to distract me so much that I neglected her for a short time.
Eva eyes where our hands are joined and arches her brow. I pull my hand free and Riggs gives me a quizzical stare. “You let me eat your pussy, but you don’t wanna hold my hand?” he asks.
“Shh,” I hiss. “Things got a little out of hand back there,” I mutter. “Maybe we—”
Riggs shakes his head in disbelief. “No!” he snaps. “You’re not doing that. Fuck, Anna.” He mutters, “You’re gonna make me lose my mind with this hot and cold bullshit.” He shakes his head and mutters something as he storms away from me.
I drop down next to Eva and bury my face in my hands. “Man trouble?” she asks with a laugh.
“For a change,” I say sarcastically.
“I wouldn’t mind if Riggs was the reason for my man trouble,” she grins, wiggling her eyebrows.
“I hear you have your own hot admirer.” I smirk and when she looks at me blankly, I add, “Cree?”
“What?” She laughs. “He hardly spoke two words to me. He seems a bit moody for me.”
“Um, brooding hot man,” I say, wiggling my eyebrows back at her, and she giggles. “Maybe he’s just shy around girls,” I suggest.
Eva scoffs. “Have you seen the size of him? He puts the Hulk to shame. Guys like that know women well. I can’t imagine he’s shy or scared to talk to women. I think he just dislikes me . . . a lot. Anywho, stop changing the subject from you and Riggs. What happened?”
I feel myself blushing and Eva gasps like she’s just added two and two together and came up with
