temptation, he spanked her briskly but softly on one buttock, letting his other hand roam up her belly beneath her snug T-shirt. She moaned his name shakily when he cupped a full breast and smacked her bottom again. She turned her face so that it rested on her upper arm and he could see her profile. Her cheeks were as flushed as her ass; her eyelids heavy. She was exquisite. Slowly, erotically, she circled her hips, waving her ass in an eye-crossing temptation.
Beckoning him.
He swatted her firmly, squeezing taut, hot flesh, punishing her for trying to set the pace yet again . . . rewarding her for her singular beauty.
âAlice,â he hissed, tested by the vision of her arousal. Her abandon. âOpen your eyes.â
He saw her eyelids flicker.
âLook at yourself in the window,â he commanded. Deliberately, he peeled her T-shirt over the globes of her breast and her head, exposing the beautiful stretch of her naked back. He tossed aside the shirt, his gaze trained on her. Her skin was such a lovely colorâpeaches and cream where she didnât tan, a coppery apricot where she did. The vision of her pale suspended breasts in the window made him clamp his teeth hard. Heâd never known another woman to compare to her. He watched himself in the glass as he stroked her taut belly and suspended breasts for a moment. His cock raged for her.
âYouâre going to watch me fuck you. Youâre not going to forget that, are you?â he asked, ripping at his button fly and jerking down his jeans. Despite his hasty actions, he kept his eyes pinned to her luminous face in the black pane.
Her lips framed an emphatic
no
.
He kicked aside his jeans and moved behind her, his cock a heavy ache. She instinctively bent several inches when he held her hips, positioning herself. He grasped his cock and pulled back a hot ass cheek, feral arousal shooting through him at the vision of unspanked white skin in the crack of her ass and her glossy pink sex.
He moved his cock toward her slit. The angle wasnât ideal, but he was determined to make it work. Heâd understood Aliceâs unspoken desire somehow. She wanted to be branded here. She wanted to make this space her own. Theirs.
He was more than happy to give her what she wanted. Theyâd create more memories, but this was a damn good start.
He lifted his foot, placing it on the cushion next to her knees. He lodged his cockhead at her damp, clamping channel. The angle was much more hospitable now.
âSay it out loud, Alice,â he ordered tensely, holding her hips firmly.
âIâll
never
forget.â
He plunged his cock into the heaven of her. Her whimper segued to a loud wail.
âOh God. Iâll never forget this. You. Never. Never,â she chanted as he began to drive in and out of her sleek body, and their mutual, volatile passion was broadcast like a blazing beacon onto the dark window.
*Â Â Â *Â Â Â *
HE saw the light and the figures and immediately plunged into the hedge to hide himself, alarmed heâd be seen. Cautiously, he looked again. A sweat broke out on his brow and neck. He couldnât believe what he was seeing.
Thad Schaefer didnât
want
to believe it, but he couldnât look away nonetheless. It was something no man should ever be forced to witness: the woman of his dreams being utterly sexually consumed by another man.
Damn Fall.
Heâd been ordered here for a specific purpose. Itâd never been
his
mission, but hadnât life proved to Thad so far that heâd always be at the mercy and bidding of someone else? Although heâd been labeled a natural born leader on many occasions, the truth was heâd been bred into the role of follower. Not the follower of just
anyone
. He performed optimally when the disapproval or approval of a single alpha male was at stake, all thanks to his damn fatherâthe original alpha.
Thad couldnât complete his