Rebound (Tryst Island Series) by Sabrina York Page A

to hear. Do we?” And then she drew him into heaven once more, in a determined manner, one that made clear her intentions.
    She wanted to make him come, with her sister and friend—chatting about classical music and kinky boutiques—mere feet away.
    He should have stopped her. He should have put his foot down and stopped her and dragged her somewhere private and fucked her ‘til she howled. But he couldn’t move. Couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t even think.
    She’d started some kind of double action thing, milking his hard cock with her hand as she sucked on the tip, drawing him deeper and deeper with each pass until he was buried in her throat once more.  
    And she started to hum.
    Hum.
    She played with his balls, stroking them and teasing them. He shifted restlessly, and her agonizing touch slipped farther back, teasing that sensitive spot between his cock and his ass.
    Need curled at the base of his spine. Scorching excitement lashed him.
    They could be discovered any second. One wrong move, one escaped groan, and Cassie and Bella would come hurtling downstairs and see them. Find them. Catch them.
    It was probably the panic, the tension, the exhilaration that sent him over the edge. The knowledge that others were so very near. That he shouldn’t be doing this. Not here. Not now.  
    But he was. And she was. And it was thrilling.
    It was either all the churning emotion and thrashing pleasure—or her finger, worming into his ass.
    He couldn’t hold back the muffled growl as his cum, boiling and roiling and snarling to escape, shot from him in a torrent, flooding her mouth. She took it all. Swallowing it in great silent gulps.
    Even when he was done, she continued to torment him, tiny, gentle sips that elicited shudder after shudder, along with every drop of his seed.
    She was still milking him dry, sucking the sanity right out of him, when one of the chairs on the upper deck scraped against the wood with a screech. “Did you hear something?” Bella asked.
    “Hmm? Hear what?”  
    Footsteps. Heading toward the rail.  
    Cam and Kristi both froze.
    “I dunno. A howl? Sounded like a coyote or a wolf or something.”  
    “I don’t think there are any wild animals on the island.”
    “No? I could have sworn I heard something.”
    Cassie grunted. “Probably the wind.” Silence trickled. “Hey. Do you want a margarita?”
    “You making?”
    “Sure.”
    “Absolutely.”
    To Cam’s relief, they both headed into the house. He didn’t relax his muscles until he heard the slider close. “Shit.”
    Kristi leaned back on her heels and grinned, licking her lips.
    He couldn’t help it. He bent down and kissed her, long and hard. He tasted himself on her tongue.
    She didn’t draw back. Rather, she murmured against his lips, “Did you enjoy that?”
    “It was hell. Every minute of it.” He stroked her cheek with his thumb. “When can we do it again?” He swallowed her laugh.
    “Maybe tonight.”
    He put out a lip. “I have to wait that long?”
    She tipped her head and smiled at him. Just smiled. The promise in her eyes left him speechless.
    Because he knew. Just knew. Beyond a shadow of a doubt.  
    He was in love with her. Loved her incontrovertibly. With everything in him.
    And he would never let her go.
    Also, she’d pay for this.
    Oh, she’d pay.
    The thought of how she’d pay made him want to chortle. Instead, he just grinned right back.
    “You’d better get dressed,” she said, tugging his pants up his legs.
    “Sure, now you’re all modesty and propriety. Where was that a few minutes ago?”
    “A few minutes ago I was…hungry.”
    He stood and fastened his jeans and pulled her close to his side, where she belonged. “And now you’re sated?”
    “Not quite.”  
    He frowned at her. “Not quite?”
    “Nope.” She shot him a impish look. “Now I want a margarita.” They headed toward the stairs together, arms linked. “Later,” she said. “Later you can sate me.”
    Yeah. He would.