The Beauty of Us (Fusion #4)

“The music is loud,” she replies, and fists her fingers in my hair. “I want you.”

“Best words ever,” I growl, and add a finger inside of her, making a “come here” motion, and watch as I bring her close to the brink of orgasm. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you are?”

Her eyes are closed as she bites her lip and shakes her head back and forth.

“Your body comes alive under my touch. It’s the most amazing thing in the world to watch.”

“It’s pretty great to feel too,” she says. Her voice is hoarse and full of lust.

Just as she’s about to fall over the ledge, I pull away. Her eyes are glassy as she frowns at me. “Where are you going?”

“Back out to the party. You don’t like bathroom sex, remember?”

“You’ve changed my mind. Besides, you can’t do this to me twice in one day. It’s cruel.”

“You came twice,” I remind her, but she shakes her head.

“That’s only part of it,” she says. “I get off on getting you off.”

My cock has never been this hard.

Her cheeks are flushed beautifully, her nipples hard against her dress.

I lean in and kiss her cheek, and then her earlobe.

“Later,” I whisper, and take her hand, leading her back out to join the others.

“Now,” she replies, and quickly frees my cock from my pants. She squats and immediately takes me into her mouth, and if I were a younger man, I’d come on the spot.

As it is, she uses both hands and that mouth of hers that was made for sin, and I’ll be damned if I can hold back any longer.

I come fast, right into her mouth. She swallows and smiles, then stands and tucks me back in my pants.

“There. Now we can wait for later to get down to business.”

She winks and leads me back to the party.

“Oh, good, you’re back,” Kat says when she sees Riley. “I was just telling Mac about that time in college that we took that road trip down to San Francisco.”

“Oh lord, that was the worst trip ever,” Riley says, rolling her eyes.

“Are you okay?” Cami asks, tilting her head. “You look a little flushed.”

Riley smiles and shrugs one shoulder. “I think the alcohol is kicking in.”

She hasn’t even finished her first drink, but we’ll keep that secret between us. Riley sits next to Addie, who’s now holding the baby.

“We had three flat tires on that trip,” Riley says as I take a seat next to her. “We were stranded on Mount Shasta for almost twenty-four hours.”

“Did you all go?” Landon asks. “I don’t remember this story.”

“No, it was just Kat and me,” Riley says. “And neither of us knew how to change a tire.”

“I’m a genius,” Kat reminds us all with a smile. “I knew how, I just didn’t want to.”

“What she said,” Riley says with a shrug. I glance around the room, noticing that the two crew members have left.

“Hey, man,” Jake says to me, “thanks for being so understanding about not asking me to interview for the show.”

“It’s not a problem,” I reply. “This show is about the restaurant, and if you want to remain private, that’s your right.”

“Not everyone is so understanding,” Addie says, rolling her eyes. Riley holds her hands out to the baby, who happily leans toward her, drooling like crazy.

“Aw, are you teething, little princess?” Riley kisses the baby’s cheek. “You look more like your mama every day.”

“Thank God,” Jake says, looking at both his girls with love written all over his face.

“You’re so smitten,” Cami says to him. “It’s awesome.”

“How could I not be? Have you seen them?”

“They are beautiful,” Kat says with a smile. “You guys just keep having babies, because I’m not going to. I’ll spoil yours.”

“We can do that,” Jake says, earning a glare from his wife. “Not today.”

“You’re damn right not today,” Addie says as the baby starts to fuss. “I love this little love, but she’s a handful all on her own. I think it’s her bedtime.”

“I’ll take her up,” Jake says. He retrieves the baby and takes her out of the room.

The girls start discussing the restaurant, and I rub light circles on Riley’s back, working my way lower and lower until I can feel the top of her crack and let my hand rest there, tickling. Her voice skips in whatever it is she’s saying and she tosses me a look, then returns to her conversation.

I want to keep her in a constant state of arousal all evening. My hand roams to her thigh. She has her legs crossed, and her bare knee is practically begging for attention. I let my hand rest on her thigh for a few minutes, and just when she seems to calm down, I tighten my grip, slide my fingers to her knee, and watch in amusement as goose bumps erupt along her perfect skin.

“So, now that the crew is gone, how have you enjoyed Portland, Trevor?” Mac asks from across the room. Kat is in his lap, cuddling into him with a very satisfied grin on her face.

“It’s a beautiful city,” I reply honestly. “The food is great. The company has been even better.”

I smile down at Riley, who blushes.

“It’s no secret that I’ve been seeing Riley.”

“Definitely no secret,” Cami says with a grin. “But I think it was good of you to keep it pretty professional whenever we were filming.”

“I’m not an idiot, and I’m not willing to give the crew any reason to gossip about any of us. News travels quickly, as I’m sure you know.”

“It’s a wise move,” Landon says with a nod.

“So, I’ve decided to stay for a few extra days,” I continue, watching Riley as I speak. My thumb is still wreaking havoc on her knee. “I’d like to spend as much time with Riley as I can before I head back to L.A.”

“That’s sweet,” Cami says. “You make a really beautiful couple.”

I smile at Riley and sweep her dark blond hair over her shoulder and off her neck, which I know drives her crazy.

Women have a thing about having their necks touched. It’s their Kryptonite.

Riley takes a deep breath and smiles at Cami.

“Thank you. It’s his glasses. They’re sexy.”

“I’m quite sure it’s simply you,” I reply, and lean in to place a kiss on her neck, discreetly licking her and making all of the hair on her body stand up.

She’s so bloody turned on, it’s fascinating.

We spend the next few hours talking with the others before we say our good-byes and are in my car on the way back to her house.

She’s uncharacteristically quiet, turned toward the window and watching the streetlights as they whip by on the freeway.

I reach over to touch her knee, but she jerks out of my reach and glares at me.

“No.”

I cock a brow. “No?”

“No. You’ve been torturing me for hours. Do you have any idea how fucking uncomfortable I am right now?”

“Oh yeah, it’s straining against my jeans, sweetheart.”

“Good.” She turns back to the window and sits in silence until we get to her house. She storms out of the car and through the front door, me right on her heels. “I’m going to take a shower.”

“Great idea.” I smile and follow her back to her bedroom, but she stops and whirls, rounding on me.

“Alone, Trevor. I’m going to take a cold shower, alone.”

“Fuck that.”





Chapter Thirteen





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