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“I bet I could nut before any police intervene,” I mused.
“But then they’d put their hands on me as they were arresting us,” she pointed out.
“Fair point. Nearest wall it is.”
“What about the cabana?”
An hour ago I wouldn’t have considered it, but I was so far gone I just didn’t care anymore.
“Fine,” I bit out. “Get moving. A cabana fuck it is, but you better keep your filthy little mouth shut.”
“I don’t think I’m the one we have to worry about,” she said sassily as she started walking.
Just for that I grabbed her wrists, pulled them up and behind her head, and pushed her in front of me with one hand in a perp walk all the way from the middle of the pool to our cabana.
We got some strange looks, and I still just didn’t care.
We got to the cabana and dismissed the attendant. “We’re taking a nap,” I told her, practically shutting the curtain in her face.
I pushed Nova hard enough that she fell on her back on the lounger, legs sprawling apart. Perfect.
I didn’t undress either of us, just took my cock out, shoved her bikini bottoms to the side, covered her mouth with mine in a heated kiss, and had at it.
I fucked her, quick and mean, coming deep inside, furiously and selfishly.
To make up for it I moved down her body, pulled off her bikini bottoms, and stuffed them in her mouth. I tugged the triangles of her top to the side until her nipples were exposed, perky flesh spilling out.
I stared at her for a long moment, pleased with the picture she made like that, then returned to my goal, moving down her body. I tongued her to completion with my semen still hot and seeping out of her, one hand busy on her clit, the other kneading at her luscious tits.
Some time later we were back in the pool, and I wasn’t even trying to keep my hands off her.
Clarity used to come a bit after an orgasm, sanity after the storm, but we seemed to be past that these days.
And fuck it, I was just too far gone to care.
The urgency of touching her beat out any concerns I had that were less urgent, which at that moment was all of them.
What were the chances we’d run into anyone from school, anyway? I’d never been much of a gambler, but Vegas was big, and I was playing the odds.
I had both of my hands on her butt, and I was whispering some pretty filthy stuff into her ear when I realized we had company.
I pulled away far enough to meet Javier’s smiling eyes and Stephan’s wary, judging ones.
“We took a few hours off from running the bar to join you for a swim,” Javier said cheerfully, brushing his wavy black hair out of his face. “There are perks to owning the joint.”
“Isn’t she in high school? And aren’t you her teacher?” Stephan asked coldly. He just kept looking back and forth between Nova and I like he wasn’t quite sure if he should intervene. I understood what he was thinking all too well. We’d painted a very different picture of our relationship the last time he’d seen us at my house.
I reluctantly took my hands off her ass and moved a small step away.
I had a brief, awkward, borderline hostile stare down with Stephan. He was a big guy, we were of a height, but I had some weight on him, and it wasn’t idle weight. I had heard, though, that he was a talented fighter. Still, I figured I could take him.
Javier elbowed him, then slipped under his arm to hug him around the ribs.
Javier wasn’t short, but he looked it next to Stephan. That and almost delicately beautiful, particularly next to his husband’s big, blond, buff form.
He kissed along the larger man’s clenched jawline and said quietly, “She’s eighteen, she’s clearly in love with him, and it’s not our business. Stand down.”
Some of the tension left Stephan’s body at that, and some of the hostility left his eyes. He dragged his hand through the other man’s hair almost absently, then gripped his nape firmly, unconsciously dominating him. “If he gives you any problems, call us, and we’ll fix it,” Stephan told Nova. He met my eyes again. “If you hurt her, I’ll hurt you worse. A lot worse. You’ve got a few pounds on me, but trust me, I know how to fight dirtier than you can imagine.”
