Sex With Friends Chapter 2

Ten years apart only made the want sharper. Paloma showed up pretending she cared about everyone else, but the truth sat hot in her belly—she needed Kai inside her and she needed it yesterday. They played it cool through the laughter and splashed each other lazy, the kind of touch that pretended it wasn’t already foreplay. Then the kiss hit. Hungry. Mean. Clothes came off like they’d gone rotten in the sun. Paloma shoved him under the orange tree and climbed on, hips rolling slow while the breeze teased sweat between her thighs. She rode him greedy, chest pressed to his ribs, grinding until the ache sharpened into the point of no return. Kai grabbed her ass, drove up hard, slammed into her with the kind of rhythm that rattled words loose. She broke first—voice cracking, body shaking—still pulsing when he lost it, poured into her with one violent, gorgeous shudder that left the air tasting like salt and sweet ruin.