Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 63068 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 315(@200wpm)___ 252(@250wpm)___ 210(@300wpm)
Instead I took both hands to the back of her bikini bottoms and ripped them, the fabric shredding easily. I cupped her bare ass and she moaned into my mouth.
She scrambled off my lap, breathing hard as she pulled at the waistband of my trunks. I laid back and pulled them down to my thighs, and she finished the job.
I’d never seen Lauren like this. She knew what she wanted, and she wasn’t shy about letting me know. This side of her was sexy as hell.
As soon as she got my trunks off, she pushed her bikini bottoms the rest of the way off and straddled my hips, sinking onto my length and making me groan. She was everything I remembered and so much more.
I held her hips as she rode me, digging deep to hold on. When I couldn’t take it anymore, I sat up, cupping her ass and taking over the movement for her. I captured her lips with mine, kissing her as she held onto my shoulders and cried out.
She was there, and I was only a couple of seconds behind her. It was the sweetest, hardest release I’d ever felt.
“Wow,” she whispered.
There was no word fit to describe how I felt about what had just happened, but wow was the only word I could think of in this moment . I was floored. Never in my life had I had sex that passionate and deep.
If she regretted it, I didn’t want to know. Not tonight. Tonight I just wanted to lie here with her, both of us sleepy and sated. Reality could wait until after sunrise.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Day Nineteen—Seven teams remaining
Lauren
“Uh, guys?”
I heard a male voice followed by loud, dramatic coughing. When I opened my eyes, I squinted as they adjusted to the bright light from the morning sun, and then I saw that Nutter was having a fake coughing fit.
Oh god. I was naked. I was completely naked, and Nutter was right there.
“Archer!” I cried, grabbing at the tarp he’d hung above us to keep the rain off. “Wake up!”
“Hmm?”
He sat up and gave me a concerned look. “What are you doing?”
“I’m trying to get the tarp so I can cover myself. Nutter is here. Shit!”
“I tied that really well; you won’t be able to pull it down.” He reached for his T-shirt, which was wadded into a damp ball in the corner of the shelter. “Here. Put this on.”
My face burned with humiliation. This was not what I’d signed up for.
“Nutter, is this going to be on the show?” I asked as I pulled on the wet shirt.
“I don’t work in editing, but they’ll blur the naked parts if they use it.”
I buried my face in my hands. Just great. I’d let my hormones get the better of me last night, and now my entire hometown would be watching from the barstools at Benny’s Tap, their jaws dropping when they saw Archer and I in all our blurred genitalia glory.
I picked up my clothes, wishing for a time machine. When I held up my shredded bikini bottoms, Archer gave me a wicked grin.
“Sorry about that.”
I wanted to die. But all I could do was gather up my bikini top and shorts and head for the ocean.
I dropped my clothes in the sand and walked into the water, going deep enough that I could submerge my head.
What had I been thinking? I’d been half asleep, but I remembered last night well enough to know that the sex had been initiated by me.
Ha. Who was I kidding? I wasn’t just responsible for starting it. I’d ridden Archer like it was my job. Thank god I had a birth control implant. But we hadn’t even talked about it first. We’d just fucked like a couple of horny, carefree bunnies.
When I emerged from the water, Archer was nearby, waist-deep in the water and grinning at me.
“Want to talk about it?” he asked.
Not even a little bit. But I supposed we had to, and since Nutter couldn’t bring the camera into the water, this was our only chance to talk about it alone.
“I’m sorry,” I said. “I took advantage of you.”
He arched a brow, amused. “Not at all. I wanted it as much as you did.”
“It was a terrible idea, though.”
His expression turned serious. “Why? You’re single, aren’t you?”
“Yes, but I don’t mean because of that. My family is going to be watching this show. My students.” My eyes flooded with tears. “I could lose my job.”
“For having consensual sex?”
I shook my head. “It’s not a good look for a teacher to go on a reality show with her ex and wake up naked with him the next morning. You know what I mean. Image is a thing in your job, too.”
He nodded. “Yeah, I hear you. It won’t cause trouble for me, but I know you love your job and I don’t want you to lose it.”