Pretend You're Mine(40)

“Hands off.” The order snapped like a whip and Harper rooted to the spot.

She didn’t need to turn around to know who said it.

Linc took his sweet time removing his hands from her skin. Harper took a guilty step back.

“Garrison,” Linc nodded. “Didn’t think you were here.”

“Obviously.” Luke pulled Harper into his side. His heat had her cuddling closer. She shivered against him and he tightened his grip. “Now get lost, chief.”

Linc smirked. “I would, but I’m here to enforce the rules and unfortunately, you’re breaking one right now. Am I right, deputy?”

Ty, his arm slung around Sophie, stepped between them. “Unfortunately, Luke, he’s right. You know the rule.” He lifted the megaphone. “No spectators, only plungers,” he announced in Luke’s face.

Luke glared at his brother-in-law, but it was too late. James and Sophie grinned as the crowd took up the chant. “In the lake! In the lake!”

Luke looked like he was ready to punch Linc and Ty in the face.

He swore instead and released Harper. “Guess it’s better than a cold shower,” he muttered just loud enough for Harper to catch the words.

She pressed her frozen lips together to keep from laughing.

***

Luke toed off his work boots and the crowd cheered.

He dragged his t-shirt off and yanked it over Harper’s head to cover her up. Her tits looked like they were ready to pop out of the tiny white triangles of fabric. And if he was thinking these thoughts then so was that asshole Linc.

He unbuttoned his jeans and the ladies in the crowd went wild. Harper gaped at him while Sophie and James laughed like a pair of hyenas. He stripped down to his boxer briefs, thankful that he had worn a pair. Since Harper moved in, he spent more time trying to tame his hard cock than he had since the onset of puberty.

He yanked Harper to him by the front of his t-shirt and placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “He doesn’t touch you again,” he ordered, before stalking to the water.

They followed him, cheering and chanting as he marched to the water’s edge. He paused long enough to raise his middle finger over his shoulder before diving straight in.

The crowd cheered and Harper joined them. Luke strode out of the water, icy droplets streaking down his body. He came straight at her, and without slowing his pace boosted her up, locking her legs around his waist. “Order has been upheld!” Ty announced in the megaphone. “Now someone make me a s’more.”

Harper wrapped her arms around Luke’s neck and let him carry her to the crowded bar. He squeezed her ass under the t-shirt and his cock come to life against her. “How can you possibly get hard after being in water like that,” she whispered in his ear.

“Baby, it’s gonna take more than an icy lake for you to not make me hard.” He released her and let her slide down his body before turning her around to face the bar. It was the truth. He had tried the safety of distance, but it only made him want her more. He knew he was fucked. Ready or not, he couldn’t stop the reaction that was happening between them.

He signaled Sheila for two shots and pressed himself against Harper. She felt his erection against her and pressed back. He leaned over her until his lips met her ear.

“You’re going to have to get me a towel or else the entire town is going to see how hard you make me.” He skimmed a hand down over her breast, catching on her pebbled nipple. Harper shivered.

“Are you done avoiding me?” she whispered.

Sheila dropped two shots in front of them and winked at Harper before moving on to dole out more to the crowd.

“Baby if I thought there was the slightest possibility we could get away with it, I would put my dick in you right here and now.” He thrust his hips against her to make his point. “I almost talked myself into keeping my hands off you. And then I see you in that bikini with that asshole’s hands all over you.” His hand slid to her other breast.

“It didn’t mean anything, Luke,” Harper whispered.

“When I touch you, it’s going to mean something.” He squeezed her breast until he felt her nipple harden against his palm. “Now do your shot so I can take you home and untie every string on that bikini.”





CHAPTER FIFTEEN


By the time they made it home, a spring thunderstorm was brewing. Dark clouds rumbled in the heavens and a heavy rain hit, soaking them again from the truck to the house.

Luke shoved the door open and pulled Harper inside. She still wore his t-shirt, while he wore only jeans. The rest of their wet clothes were balled up in the plastic bag he carried.

She couldn’t stop staring at him on the way home. The muscles of his chest, the tattoos. She was minutes away from having free rein to touch every inch of him. Every hard, solid, sculpted inch of him would be hers to touch and taste.