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Brodie's fingers dig into my thighs as he dives his mouth into the throbbing area between my legs. The brick pavement of my Momma's cafe meets against my back, stabilizing the rest of my body as he hitches my leg over his shoulder and kneels beneath me. His brown eyes cast upward to me and that, along with the sensation of his tongue against my clit, has me throwing my head back with pleasure.

Since we had sex for the first time a few weeks ago, we haven't been able to keep our hands off one another, but somehow every time he touches my body, he makes it feel like the first. With slow, methodical licks, Brodie tastes more of me but with every flick of his tongue, the muscles in my legs grow weaker.

"Oh God, Brodie," I chuckle out breathlessly, gently prying him off of me when the intoxicating sensation becomes too much. I never thought you could become inebriated by another person, but the feeling of his skin brushing against mine gets me drunk every time.

Falling onto my knees against the black asphalt, my hands push his body upward, begging for him to stand because I want to make him feel the gratification that he so effortlessly makes me feel. As Brodie stands to his feet, I start to work on unfastening his belt, stripping it away from his waist with ease, and moving to the button of his pants. Already I can see his erection beneath the cotton fabric, and it only makes me crave him more. Too impatient to wait, I yank his boxers down along with his pants, licking my lips as my eyes take in the sight of his hard-on.

My hand grips against his length, and my cool touch causes a deep growl to escape his throat. I can't keep myself from smiling, loving the effect that I have on him as I watch him relax while my palm strokes against his cock.

Meeting my lips against his tip, I slowly start to suck him off, but just the same as me, he can't seem to withstand the sensation of my mouth on him for long.

Brodie yanks me to my feet, placing a hand on the nape of my neck and drawing my body closer to his. His other palm tilts my head up, gripping onto my jaw as he collides his lips onto mine and gives me a hungry, intent kiss.

"How do you do it?" Brodie asks with a smirk. His fingers trail to the curls hanging loosely around my face, smoothing them back behind my ear while his eyes carefully inspect the rest of me.

"What's that?"

"Taste so good," he hums, dropping his mouth against my collarbone and nibbling against the skin gently. "Everywhere, you taste so good."

The ache between my legs grows, my body begging to feel him inside of me. Brodie must feel the tension too because his hands grip underneath my arms and hoist me up. Following his movements, my legs wrap around his waist, and in one swift thrust, he pushes himself into me.

"Oh, fuck," I cry out as my back slams against the brick.

My core is throbbing as he slowly rocks into me, keeping his stare locked into mine as he gradually increases his speed. The faster Brodie fucks me, the deeper his erection pushes into me and my chest burns with the orgasm I can already start to feel building.

"Lani," he growls, clenching onto the ponytail on the back of my head. "You're so goddamn wet for me."

My breasts spill from my open blouse, and Brodie clings his mouth against one of my hardened nipples. His tongue plays against the pinkened flesh and I have to bite against the back of my hand just so I can muffle the sounds I'm making.

Tilting my head to the side, I tear my eyes away from the Marine holding me up, knowing that if I keep my gaze on him any longer, I'm going to come. Through my peripheral vision, I catch sight of a stack of crates at our side, inspiring a new position to come to mind and I order, "Set me down, Maverick."

Smoothly, Brodie slips his hard-on out of me, dropping me down and holding onto me until he knows my feet have found their balance. His eyes study me, his tongue gliding against his lips as he waits in anticipation for what to do next. With a devious smile, I nod over to the pile of wooden boxes and he chuckles. My hands push him back, directing him on top of them as I usher him to sit.

"What are you doing, wild thing?" He laughs, reluctantly lowering himself to rest against the crates.

"It's my turn to fuck you," I speak boldly, slinging my legs on top of him and lowering myself onto his stiff length.

"Holy shit," he hisses, throwing his head back as I drop myself further onto him, sliding all the way down until I hit his base.

Falling into the rhythm, Brodie's hands grip onto my sides, aiding me in my movements as I start to bounce on top of him. Palm leaves rustle in the woods behind us, a cool wind whipping against our exposed skin and bringing our sweaty bodies some much-needed relief. My blood runs hot the more my climax grows, and I collapse into Brodie's neck, trying my best to stifle my heavy, loud pants as I ride out the wave of pleasure we're co-creating.

"I'm going to come," I warn, feeling my wet core tighten around him.

This makes him smile, and passionately he kisses my chest and encourages, "Let go. Come for me."

And the sound of his voice telling me that is so cruelly sexy, only making it harder for me to keep a hold of the single thread of composure that's left in me. For a moment, I don't want to give in to the sensation because suddenly I'm realizing how vulnerable I am right now. Suddenly, my mind is clouding over with memories from the past and how naive and careless I was. My rhythm slows down as my overthinking continues, but Brodie notices the way I drawback, and sweetly, he forces my eyes on his.

"I'm here, Lani. I'm not going anywhere," he whispers assuringly, brushing a knuckle against my cheek. "Let go."

His words soak in quickly, and before I can even comprehend it, I'm unfolding right on top of him. He keeps his gaze on me, watching me attentively as I revel in my orgasm.

"You're so beautiful," he moans, pushing himself into me slowly to reach his own climax. "Just the fucking sight of you is going to make me come."

"Then come for me, Maverick," I plead, loving the feeling of him but unsure how much longer I can withstand it.

"Fuck, Lelani," he whimpers, shoving his penis into me one final time. With his eyes clenched shut and his mouth agape, a deep growl leaves his throat. As quick as he can manage, he forces my hips off of him, swiftly slipping himself out of me as he finishes against my inner thigh.

We give each other a moment to regain our breaths, embracing one another as we come down from our sexual highs. When my pants finally subside, I look back to Brodie, whose hair is now matted to his forehead and I smooth the damp strands away from his eyes. I can't keep myself from giggling as I inspect his reddened cheeks and the rest of his disheveled appearance.

"You are a mess, Brodie."

"Oh, you're one to talk," he teases, wearing his boyish grin and nodding down to the sticky mess now on my skin. He unties the apron now bunched up at the center of my stomach, yanking it off my body and wiping it between my legs. "Let's get you cleaned up, wild thing."

Clambering myself off of Brodie, I allow us both to get dressed before heading back inside Momma's cafe. Once we've made sure we've wiped the outside of the restaurant clean from any evidence of the sins we just committed, I start to lead us in through the backdoor.

"How long do you think we'll have to keep fucking in cramped public places until we upgrade to a California king bed?"

"What?" I laugh, pulling him back with me to my Mom's office. "Do you not enjoy the thrill of someone walking in on us at any given moment?"

"Oh, the thrill is the best part of it all, Lani. That's what so damn fun about you. I'm just wondering when I'll have the chance to have you all to myself for a night, huh?"

"Hmm," I hum, pretending to contemplate the question out loud. Wanting to give him a hard time, I quip back, "And who says we'll keep fucking, Maverick?"

"Is that how we're gonna play, Lani?" He chuckles, gripping his hands on my waist and yanking me back to him playfully. Twisting me around, Brodie pushes me up against the wall, cornering and taunting me with his dark, handsome eyes. "'Cause trust me when I say, you might want to think twice about starting that with me."

"You don't intimidate me," I bite back, inching my lips close to his, "Jarhead." Stealing his chance of placing a kiss against them, I smoothly dart under his arm and hurry to my Mom's desk to grab the keys to the restaurant and start locking up for the night.

He follows behind me as I weave my way through the kitchen and into the dining room, cutting off the lights illuminating the empty tables and booths. The moon glows through the wooden blinds hanging in the windows, granting me enough brightness to see Brodie's silhouette as he advances towards me.

"What about dinner, then?" He challenges with a smirk, "If we can't fuck, can I at least take you out to eat? This time without a kindergartner intervening our plans."

"Now, you're pushing it," I giggle, "I'm a very busy woman, you know? I'd have to check my schedule, but when did you have in mind?"

"Hmm," he ponders with a devious smile and glare. "How about tomorrow, Lani? You don't have work do you?"

Oh, shit. The competition. I never told him...

"Well, no, but I-"

"Oh, so you're free then," he quickly blurts back with a determined look on his face. "Good. I'll reserve us a table at-"

"Brodie, I actually have a-"

"You like seafood?" He asks, completely interrupting me. "Or are you more of a burger girl, huh?"

"I like both, but I-"

"We could do Italian, too. I'm not picky."

"Brodie," I affirm, making him listen to me. "I can't go tomorrow, okay?"

"But I thought you didn't have work?" He questions with a sarcastic tone, crossing his arms cockily against his chest.

"I don't but I, umm- I have a-"

"Mock Competition! That's right, " He exclaims, finishing the rest of the sentence for me. "Wouldn't want to forget about that, now would we, Lelani?"

"Brodie, I'm sorry," I sigh, bewildered at the fact he somehow found out but feeling bad that it wasn't from me. He pulls out a chair from a nearby table, sitting down in it as he listens to the rest of my explanation. "I wanted to tell you, but I-"

"You didn't want me to come?"

"Of course, I wanted you to come, but you distract me, Maverick!" I chuckle. "That, and my parents are going to be there," I murmur, suddenly realizing how much I hate that I have to keep him a secret from them. "We can't exactly be ourselves with that many eyes around, you know? I really did want you to come."

"Well, that's good to hear," he smiles, sending me a wink. "Because your Dad already invited me."

"My Dad did what?!" I shout, hopping up from my seat in a panic, and immediately pacing the floor. "What the hell are you talking about? Did you tell him about us, Brodie?"

"Do you take me for an idiot, Lelani?"

"Answer the question," I snap, "Did you tell him?"

"Would you calm down?" He laughs, gripping onto my wrist and pulling me on top of his lap to still my nervous movements. "I didn't tell him, Lani. He saw the board in the back of my car and asked if I surfed. I told him I was learning and he mentioned the competition this weekend and invited me to come check it out. That's all. He still has no clue about us."

"You just gave me a heart attack, you know that?"

"You just gave yourself a heart attack," he says matter-of-factly, tilting my chin down to look at him. "Stop worrying so much. We're fine. Your parents aren't going to find out, okay?"

"You're right," I sigh. "I'm sorry, I really don't mean to freak out, I just like you so much Brodie. Like, I literally love spending time with you and I'm terrified of my Dad finding out and fucking it all up. He'll take away everything, including you."

"Wait, say it again," he pleads, playing with the collar of my shirt. "I wanna hear it again."

"What are you talking about?" I giggle.

"The part where you said you liked me so much," he smirks, "Say it again."

"Bite me," I cackle, pushing myself off of him. "I refuse to give you that satisfaction."

Pushing my chair back in, I make my way towards the kitchen, Brodie at my heel once again as I flick off the remaining lights. With the keys in my hand, I navigate us to the backdoor again, only stopping when his hand tugs against my wrist and halts me in my tracks. Placing his other palm on the small of my back, he draws my body closer to his, placing a charming kiss against my lips.

"I'm not going anywhere, Lani. You got that?" I nod, hearing and accepting his words and he continues, "I want to come see you surf this weekend. I want to watch you in action, doing what you love. Can I?"

His eyes are looking at me so genuinely, and my heart feels as though it's going to swell out of my chest from how badly I want him to keep that beautiful dark stare on me. With butterflies swarming in my stomach, I answer, "Can you promise that you'll keep those hands and eyes to yourself, Maverick? Promise you'll help me make this secret last?"

"Promise," he hushes back, a smile starting to pull at the corner of his lips.

"Fine," I mutter under my breath, not wanting him to see how excited I actually am to know that he'll be there to watch me this weekend; more importantly, that he wants to be there. "Let's see how many people we can fool then... stranger."

"Aye, aye... stranger."

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