29. Natalie

Chapter 29

Natalie

When Luke lets goof my ponytail, I have no choice but to follow his command as I collapse forward, digging my hands into the warm sand.

We’re on a well-used beach.

Inside the boundaries of a well-attended resort.

Hidden by nothing but the dark and a handful of stout trees.

It’s practically public.

And I have to protect my reputation above all else.

Yet…

I arch my back when I feel Luke pull up the back of my dress.

And yet, I’m going to risk it all just to feel what comes next.

A foot taps the inside of mine. “Widen those legs, Princess.”

I do as he says, shifting my dress out from under my knees.

When my skirt is flipped up onto my back, I’m grateful that I wore my favorite thong.

Luke lets out a low groan as he settles behind me.

I can’t see him.

Can’t muster up the energy to lift my head and look over my shoulder.

But I can feel his knees on the inside of mine. Pushing them even wider.

A finger gently traces over my hip. “Such a pretty little hummingbird.”

The inked bird on my side stays still, but the one in my ribcage is panting on the floor.

He trails his finger down my hip until both of his large palms smooth over my ass.

His hands are so warm they leave trails of flames behind.

Those flames spread as he slides his hands down the backs of my thighs, then back up between them until he cups my sex.

“This for me?” He presses his hand against me firmer. “Have you soaked through your panties just for me?”

I nod, the movement choppy.

Luke heaves out a breath, and then his hands are on the band of my thong, pulling it down over my hips.

It can’t go far, not with my legs spread like this, but he pulls them down enough to peel them from my core.

He wasn’t exaggerating.

I’m soaked.

I don’t know if I’ve ever been this ready.

Maybe it’s the drinks.

Maybe it’s the ocean.

Or maybe it’s just Luke.

One finger slides against my bare entrance, tracing my seam, and I suck in a breath. My arms wobble with the intensity of the first touch.

“Natalie Wagner,” he says my name like a prayer, even as his hand slips away from me. “I don’t think I’m gonna last long inside this slick little slit. But I don’t think you’re gonna last long either.” Clothing rustles behind me, and then his suit coat floats down in front of me. “When you collapse. Collapse onto that.”

I lower onto my elbows and use my hands to pull his jacket closer, bunching it up.

Behind me, there’s the sound of something tearing.

A condom.

My core clenches around nothing while I chastise myself for not even asking if he had one.

I’m smarter than this.

I know better than this.

But there’s something about this hockey player that makes me stupid.

“Remember.” He settles one hand on my ass before he slides it around my hip and down toward my center. “We gotta be quiet.”

I shift my hips, not caring about his warning, just wanting him to touch me. There.

Luke slides his fingertips lower, and featherlight, he traces them over my clit.

I groan in frustration.

He’s not wrong.

I’m so close to the edge that I’m going to combust in moments.

And I don’t want to wait anymore.

Something blunt nudges against my entrance from behind, and my brain switches focus to that.

He rubs his tip through my wetness.

I push back.

He presses his fingers hard over my clit.

My mind laser focuses on that feeling.

And Luke shoves his hips forward.

Stuffing me full, just like he promised.

A cry of pleasure tries to escape my lungs as my arms give way and my shoulders connect with the beach.

Luke sinks himself as deep as he can go, and I press my mouth into his suit jacket, muffling my sounds.

“Fuck. Yes. Christ.” His fingers are no longer on my clit; instead, they’re digging into my hips. He’s gripping me with both hands. Holding me in place as he thrusts into me.

He’s big.

I knew he was big.

And he feels so good.

“So fucking good,” I mumble the words into his jacket.

Luke presses his hips into me so there’s no room at all between our bodies, and then he jolts his hips forward.

There’s nowhere for him to go. And yet…

I cling to his jacket.

He’s so…

“So deep,” I moan.

“That’s right, Princess.” He makes the move again. “So fucking deep in this royal pussy.”

He pulls out almost all the way, then slides back in.

My breasts are still hanging out of my dress, and the sand rubbing against my sensitive nipples is almost too much.

I arch my back more.

“Fuck,” Luke groans.

We’re being louder than we should.

I push back against him.

“Always so naughty.” He thrusts again. “So greedy.”

He loosens one hand from my hip, and I almost cry out in relief when I feel his fingers near my core.

“Luke.” I say his name as a plea.

“That’s right.” He circles my clit with a fingertip. “Say my name again.”

“Luke.” I moan it this time.

A noise of praise rumbles out of him, and I swear I can feel the vibrations through his fingertips.

“Please,” I beg.

He stops teasing and applies firmer pressure on my clit as his fingers move in quick motions.

My core squeezes.

“That’s it, Princess.” He moves his fingers faster as his thrusts become rougher. “Come for me.”

His words ignite the last thread of control I have, and I once again do exactly what he tells me to do.

My pussy contracts, and I try to squeeze my legs shut as the orgasm crashes into me.

But Luke is between my legs. And when my body tries to jerk forward, the intensity of the release more than I’m used to, Luke tightens his hold on my hip—not letting me go anywhere.