Chapter 21

Sammi

11:04 PM FRIDAY

Lock is naked and standing waist-deep in the water. Behind him is a haze of mist from the waterfall crashing into the pool of water. His body is gleaming in the moonlight from a mix of sweat and water.

He looks like a literal piece of fucking art.

His body looks sculpted from marble. His eyes look as though they were made from sapphires. His hair is that tinge of rustic gold you see on the horizon as the sun begins to rise. He’s like the Greek god Apollo descending from Olympus.

That’s not what pulls me in, though.

It’s the way he looks at me.

The lust. The desire. The want.

It’s real. It’s tangible.

One look sends my body into a whirlwind. And my cunt into a waterfall.

As I stare him up and down, I can’t help but smirk, knowing I’m going to suck every last drop from his cock that I can.

I shimmy out of my red dress. I pull the straps down sensually and shake my hips provocatively, just so I can see him squirm.

From just under the water, I can see his cock bouncing in delight.

My dress drops to my feet on the little sandy shore atop my heels, already sunken into the sand.

Naked and ready, I slowly wade into the water.

The cool wetness feels amazing on my skin—a most welcome break from the nauseating humidity that looms over this country.

“I told you it was a nice night for a swim,” Lock says in his cockiest voice. My eyes don’t deviate from his. Nor his from mine.

“It is. But I don’t want to swim, Lock,” I hint as I walk right into his arms.

His cock is stiff and rigid like granite.

It slides up against my stomach. The feeling of it pulsating against my skin gives me goosebumps.

I slip my hand down between us, my fingers wrapping around his massive member makes it throb more.

As I bring my mouth to his, kissing him hard and passionately, I claim his as my own, stroking firmly while we make out.

Without a word, I let him know that I own all of him.

“Someone is feeling mighty frisky,” he comments. His arms slowly move around my waist. “Didn’t get enough back at the den?”

“You know I didn’t.”

It’s true. We had only just gotten started when we had to leave. I’m not even remotely close to being sated.

“If you think I was going to be done with you so easily, then you’re marrying the wrong woman, Mr. Williams,” I tease him with another firm stroke of his cock.

“On the contrary. I think I’m marrying the only woman I could ever want to marry, future Mrs. Williams.”

Fuck, that sounds nice.

Mrs. Sammi Williams. It just rolls off the tongue.

The best part of this whole moment is that it’s just him and I.

No Percy. No Mysti May and her ladyboy. No Becky or Liam, either.

After the show back at that underground gambling den, they all decided it was best to lay low. Things did get pretty intense back there.

So now it’s just Lock and me. No distractions and no unwelcome guests to ruin the moment.

I get to do every dirty, raunchy thing that I can think of, or that I’ve been dying to do all night.

I’m feeling adventurous.

I’m feeling the alcohol.

Most of all, I’m feeling incredibly fucking naughty.

“Lock,” I whisper into his ear, standing on the tips of my toes. “I want to suck your cock dry. I want to taste and claim every last drop of you.”

A trickle of precum swells from the tip of his cock and drops onto my hand.

I’m licking my lips already in anticipation of feeling him throb against the back of my throat. My grip on his cock is tightening while I’m pulling him close to shore.

We’re out a bit too deep for what I want to do. I lure him closer and closer to the water’s edge.

I drop to my knees.

His cock is stiff before me and pointing perfectly at my mouth.

Little droplets fall from his perfectly thick cock into the pool. Some of it water, and some of it definitely precum.

I’m not about to see another drop wasted.

Promptly, I wrap my lips around the tip of his cock. My hands reach up from the water and wrap around the base of his shaft. I squeeze tightly, sliding my hands toward my lips so that I can milk every last lingering drop.

My head pulls back and a loud Pop! noise sounds when his dick is freed from my lips. I look up at him, smiling and biting my lip as his hand strokes through my hair.

“I want you to fuck my face, Lock. No holds barred. Fuck it good and hard.”

My words catch him off guard.

How about that? I’ve left Lachlan fucking Williams speechless.

His lips part like he’s going to speak, but I’m tired of waiting.

My inner slut is yelling at me to swallow his cock.

And I’m about to. I’m ready to force him so far down my throat I can’t breathe.

But he stops me, pulling me up from my knees.

“Let’s try something different, Sams.”

Different? What’s with him right now?

“What do you have in mind?” I ask, puzzled.

I’m so fucking horny. I trying to grab his cock again, but he takes my hands in his and stops me.

The fucker is teasing me. Hard.

The raunchy, slutty voice in the back of my mind is yelling at me right now, and my pussy is throbbing for his cock. I’m so horny, I’m fucking squirming.

My mind is going a million miles a minute, but when he lifts me up into his arms and kisses me, I’m swept away, and my mind is a blank slate.

He’s pulling me deeper into the water again. Taking control.

It’s not until I feel the waterfall come crashing down against us that I realize just how far we’ve moved.

I feel my ass touch against a cool, wet rock and his hands against the side of my face.

He pulls his lips slowly from mine. I want more.

I lean forward to keep kissing his addictive lips, but his hands stop me.

“Let’s just really enjoy this moment, Sammi. Look at where we are.” The tone of his voices carries this great softness. Even his touch—though firm—is still tender. “It’s just you and me in this amazing country underneath a waterfall. This is all ours right now.”

The way he looks at me right now is beyond simple lust and desire.

That’s true love in his eyes.

This man is fucking perfect.

I nod and take in the beautiful sights around us as he begins to lower himself down between my thighs.

He pulls one leg up over his shoulder, and both of his hands rest upon my legs.

The familiar feeling of his lips against my clit make my stomach clench.

He’s so fucking good with his tongue. I grit my teeth and scrape my nails into the rocks I’m leaned against while he takes me with his mouth.

I reach down with one hand to his head. His silky, wet hair glides between my fingers as easily as his tongue glides over my wet cunt.

It’s intense—it’s always intense—but there’s tenderness this time around that adds a new layer to the dynamic between us.

My tongue slides out over my lips, and I lean my head back against the rocks behind me.

Through the falling water, I see the stars sparkling in the cloudless sky above.

“Lock?”

He hums against me in response, offering a slight vibration to the mix.

“Thank you for bringing me here. For showing me all of this.”

I feel the pressure from his lips on my clit give way, and he stands before me.

“I will bring you here every day for the rest of eternity, if you so wish it.”

And part of me fucking does want it. I love it. And—unlike scrambled Eggsy—I know that Lock will only ever want me. I know that I will always feel wanted and loved.

And who doesn’t want that?