Chapter 322

Chapter 322
“Why do you think I picked this particular cottage? It’s secluded, Bec. Bathing suits are optional.” He winked.

She shook her head. “Oh, no. That water is freezing!”

Dropping their bag on the porch, Jaylon kicked off his sneakers and picked her up in his arms. “Not with me to keep you warm.”

She squealed, kicking and squirming. “Don’t you dare! Jay! I mean it! No!”

Ignoring her, he walked straight into the water until they were waist deep and completely soaked.

“I’ve been imagining you in a wet t-shirt since this morning in the shower. How the wet fabric molds every curve and puts each hard nipple on display, just waiting for my hands and my mouth.”

He cupped her breasts and squeezed. “I can’t get enough of you, Becca. No sooner do I come inside you than I’m like rock again.”

A wave crashed against Becca’s back, knocking her off balance, and she stumbled against Jaylon’s chest.

“Between you, your words, and the waves, I can’t keep my balance,” she murmured.

“I want you off balance, Bec. I want you on your back or on your knees. Anyway, I can have you.”

With a gasp, she jumped and wrapped her legs around his waist, and Jaylon took her mouth, holding her close as he pushed through the water toward the beach.

“Does that cottage have a bed, or am I going to be digging sand out of my ass for the rest of the day?” she asked with a breathless laugh, breaking their kiss.

“Bed, sand, I don’t care. All I know is we’d better find it fast, or I’m going to fuck you here in the surf.”

He carried her toward the cottage, and she reached to turn the knob. It was unlocked. The entire place was like a beachside dream, flowers and food, and a soft, plush rug in front of a low-burning fire.

“You really did think of everything,” she said, sliding from his arms. “Right now, I can only think of one thing, and that’s my cock so deeply inside you, we can’t tell where I stop and you start.”

Becca moved to the plush rug and stripped off her wet clothes, leaving them in a small wet spat on the hardwood.

“You said lady’s choice, right?” He licked his lips. “I did.”

“Good. You mentioned a bike ride. I think I should practice my straddle first. What do you think?”

“I think that’s a terrific idea.” Jaylon stripped as well, leaving his clothes with hers before lying on the thick rug. She climbed over his hips, letting the tip of his cock just graze her soft flesh.

“Hmmm. I might have to adjust the seat on this one. It might be a little too big to take in just one go. What do you think?”

He grabbed her hips and yanked her onto his waiting cock, her knees hitting the rug.

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Jaylon added another piece of driftwood to the fire pit and then squatted beside the stones, watching the flames lick at the wood.

“This whole day has been amazing, Jaylon. Thank you.”

He straightened, wiping his hands on his thighs before stretching out next to Becca on the blanket. The sun had set, yet the full moon left the white sand illuminated, the sound of the surf behind them calm.

“What did you like the most?” he asked.

She wiped her mouth and scooted up beside him. “You mean besides these amazing baked clams and roasted corn you made, the wonderful cottage, the whales and dolphins, and the gorgeous setting?”

He ran a finger down her cheek. “Is that all?”

“There's mind-numbing sex.”

He smirked. “And?”

She crawled up to tuck herself under his arm, resting her head on his chest. “Let me see. Oh yeah, and the fact none of this would matter if it wasn’t you I was sharing it with.”

“Ding. Ding. Ding. We have a winner.” He kissed the top of her head.

“You really don’t need to fish for compliments, Jaylon. This is perfect. You’re perfect. I couldn’t imagine a better day if I tried.”

“So, what do you think? Are we compatible then?” His words were a whisper against her hair.

She snuggled up even tighter. “Like a hand in glove.” She looked up from his chest. “I just have one question, though. How are we getting back to the city tonight?”

“We’re not,” he replied. “The cottage is ours until late tomorrow, and I arranged for everything, including getting you back to the Pinelands.”

She nodded but couldn’t help the wave of disappointment that crashed.

As if he could read her mind, he pulled her up so he could search her eyes. “We have to head back, Bec, regardless of how much we want to stay right here, right now. You know it, and I know it. But going home is only so we can let our clans know it was mission accomplished. Mates found. Where we take it next is up to us, not them, right?”

She nodded. “Right. Want to come and tell them that for me?”

He laughed, giving her a quick kiss. “It’ll be fine. Let’s give it a few days. A week tops. They’ll settle down, and then it’ll be smooth sailing.”

“Promise?”

He kissed her again. “Cross my heart.”