Page 142 of Cloudy With a Chance of Bad Decisions
Those had to be the sluttiest slut-shorts I’d ever seen. They reminded me of some of those scenes in movies from the eighties. Totally straight dudes parading around, playing sports in shorts that barely came down their thighs. My hands twitched, aching to reach down and slip under the hems.
My nose skimmed along his shoulder, and George shivered.
“Behave,” he told me, prim as ever.
“I’m trying,” I whined. My cock was not trying. Not at all. Already at half mast I knew there was no way he couldn’t feel it snug against his ass. “Sorry. You’re just…”
“Think about something else.” George was being awfully bossy for a guy who had climbed into my lap. I bit my lip, burying my face against his back and trying not to outright hump him. It would be so easy. No one would see. When I glanced up again, scoping out our would-be audience, the Miltons were all occupied with something else.
Mr. and Mrs. Milton were chatting animatedly. Which mostly meant Mrs. Milton was talking, and Mr. Milton was nodding occasionally. Lacey and Joe were playing with Mavis. And…none of my cousins who populated the sand or the water were paying us attention at all.
My hips flexed—slow and deliberate—and George’s responding gasp was shallow.
“Alex,” his voice was a warning.
“You’re the one that sat on my cock, Duchess,” I murmured against his ear, keeping my expression neutral so we wouldn’t get caught. I stretched, motion casual just so I could push my hard dick between his cheeks a second time.He clenched down, andgod, wasn’t that just…fffucck.
One of my hands slid to his belly, lying there possessively. My watch glimmered, catching the light and drawing his attention down to where I held him.
“I didn’t,” George protested. His body betrayed him. Still rigid, but relaxing by the second, his hips doing this very distracting, minute shake that caused just enough friction against my dick to make me lose my mind.
“You did,” I teased. “Did you forget that I was there?”
George’s voice was breathy. “Stop doing that with your hips.”
I stopped.
He hadn’t safe-worded, but even I knew one good grind was the best I was going to get right now. I didn’t want to embarrass him. Even if this whole…exhibition thing we had going on was making me so fucking hard I could barely breathe.
It was fine.
This was fine.
I could behave.
I could totally?—
Okay fine, I could not behave.
“I’ve gotta get outta here,” I said, looping both my arms around his waist and giving him a squeeze. George wilted. I could literallyfeelhis disappointment.
“Okay,” he agreed. “I get it.”
I frowned, confused. “What do you…”
“I can give you a break.” George shrank even further.
“A break?” What the hell was he talking about?
“From me.”
“A break from?—”
“That’s why you asked June to distract me, right?” Christ, he was far more observant than I’d given him credit. “That’s why you need to get out of here. You need space to?—”
“Fuck no.” Alright. So I wasn’t leaving him. I curled my arms around himtightly, squeezing with all my might. Till his bones popped and the tension in his frame eased. “I don’t need space from you. And I only asked June to distract you because I needed to figure some stuff out, not because I didn’t want to be with you.”
“Oh.” George relaxed. “Not because you feel smothered?”
