Indulge by Angela Graham Page B

not in high school anymore. I’ll
get you the money.”
    I’d already started walking out the back door with Liv
when I heard Caleb tell him, “I might have a compromise we could discuss.”

Chapter 7
    Isolation
     
    D arkness surrounded us the moment Liv and I
stepped outside, the half-moon providing barely enough light to help my vision
adjust. The moment the door slammed shut behind us, she was on me, fervent and
rough—exactly how I liked it when I was out in nature.
    I maneuvered my head to the side when her soft lips slid
over my stubble, anxious to meet mine. She didn’t seem to mind the snub, moving
her attention back down my jaw, her hands clawing under my shirt and up my
back.
    She clung to me as I skimmed my tongue over her neck,
tasting the saltiness of her skin. No perfume. That was a change, and a
welcomed one.
    The door opened and another couple stumbled out, kissing
wildly around their laughter, completely oblivious of their audience.
    “Here,” I said, walking us farther away to the side where
the quads were housed. A spotlight flickered on above, better illuminating the
area.
    The neighboring houses were all shielded by massive rows
of dead trees and overgrown weeds. I gave little thought to someone walking up,
though it wouldn’t be the first time.
    Liv tugged my shirt up, her tongue flicking over my
nipple as I inhaled the crisp, cool air. Caleb was right: Few things were as
sweet. I found myself intrigued more with the atmosphere than the girl raking
her nails up and down my stomach.
    “You must work out…a lot.” She panted, her lips
descending over my abs.
    “Do you want to talk…” I slid my hands up the back of her
thighs and over her prickled gooseflesh, caressing her ass. “…or do you want
this?” My hand dipped inside her panties.
    “That! I want that!” Her fingers curled into my shirt,
her mouth sucking at my neck.
    “Of course you do.” I tore myself from her grasp and
moved behind her. “Bend over.”
    She jolted up when I smacked her ass and, without further
instruction, placed her hands on the seat of the nearest quad. She lifted her
ass high, wiggling it.
    I traced my thumb over my bottom lip, admiring her
uninhibited arousal and fearlessness.
    “Please,” she begged, peering back over her shoulder at
me. Anticipation was the best part. I had no reason to rush, since I had the
night free.
    “Shhh,” I whispered.
    My hand caressed up her spine until my fingers were
curving around her neck. The other hand slithered under her dress, caressing
her smooth stomach, then slid down the front of her damp panties.
    My thumb brushed over her nub. The heat of her center warmed
me, casting off the chill in the air. She inhaled a sharp, ragged breath when
my fingers parted her lower lips and slid into her sweltering, moist channel.
Her ass ground against my cock.
    I slipped in a second finger, angling both digits just
right to hit her sweet spot. I knew when I’d succeeded—not from the lurid
scream that rushed from her lungs, but from memories of all the other women
those fingers had pleasured.
    “Like that,” I stated firmly, driving my fingers deep
then pulling back to thrust in again.
    Like a machine, I found myself getting her off while
staring up at the clear night sky, savoring the moment and silence instead of
another woman falling apart in my arms. There was no unnecessary commotion
filtering in through my crowded head—only the hissing of the wind, the distant
chirping of nature, and the heavy panting of the girl grinding against my hand.
    A calmness settled over me, satisfying something deep
inside. Aside from my time at the lake house, which I hadn’t visited since I’d
taken Oliver when he turned one, I didn’t find myself out in nature much. My
life was scheduled and strategic in every way, and vacations rarely fit in.
    The longer I was out there, the more I missed the lake house
and the peace I’d felt there. To my disappointment, that tranquility