Tame: A High School Bully Romance (Savannah Heirs Book 2)
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“Like you’re going to leave it on me for long,” I said while yanking off the loose t-shirt I’d slept in and stepping into my bathing suit bottoms. It was beautiful here. All white sand, clear water, and the best part was that we were far, far away from Savannah, Georgia.
“Hey, I get to enjoy having you all to myself for the next few months. Once Rocco gets out, I’m sure he’ll hoard you all to himself,” Godfrey sulked. Despite the exaggerated pout, he was just as excited as I was about Dad getting released. We’d visited him every week during his year-long sentence, and he only had four more months to go, assuming he didn’t get into any more fights in prison. Dad was a magnet for trouble. He liked to challenge leaders and claim armies for himself. Old habits die hard.
“Have you heard from Royal? She seemed upset last night,” Godfrey mentioned before tying the drawstring on his swim trunks. Royal and I had become friends over the last couple of months. She was a free spirit and made me feel like I could do anything. I knew she and Luis had something going on, but it was a sore subject with Godfrey.
“Nope,” I lied. I knew she spent most of last night crying in her room with Luis standing outside, demanding to be let in.
“I’ll check on her later,” Godfrey grumbled, and I knew I’d need to distract him, or he’d sulk all night. Luis and Royal had a unique arrangement, and it made him want to punch things, namely his best friend.
I spun around to show Godfrey my back. “Mind tying me up?” I asked in a coy tone, knowing what my back did to him. It took a creative tattoo artist, but I got some new ink to cover up JJ’s brand mark. Now, instead of the reminder of what had happened to me, there was a set of playing cards—a King and Queen. It represented who Godfrey and I were, and the game that brought us together. He’d loved it so much that anytime it was visible, he’d run his tongue over my skin, tasting the power I took back and getting drunk off knowing that he was under my skin—literally.
It worked like a charm. Godfrey was on me in an instant, trailing his knuckles up my spine before grabbing the strings to my swimsuit and clutching them in his fist. “Suddenly, I’m in the mood to stay in our room,” he rasped, his voice feathering over my skin like warm ocean waves.
“We’ve been in the room this entire vacation. Eventually we’ll have to come up for air,” I teased.
“I think you learned last night in the hot tub that I’m very good at holding my breath,” he said before snaking his free hand around my waist and splaying it over my stomach, the tip of his finger dipping just below the band of my swimsuit. I squirmed and pressed against him, moaning when I felt his tented pants against my ass.
I tried to spin around to face him, but the hold he had on my bikini and his hand on my stomach kept me firmly in place. He pressed me forward until we were standing at the double glass doors leading to the patio. We were staring out the window, seeing the crashing waves in the distance as I pressed my cheek against the cool glass, a beautiful contradiction to his hot body behind me.
“Someone could walk by, God,” I whispered. We were all staying at villas lined up on the sand.
“So? I accidentally caught Rogue eating Scarlett out on their patio last night. I won’t let anyone see what’s mine if you don’t want them to. But you have to admit there’s a certain thrill in the fear of getting caught.”
My breath hitched as he sunk to his knees, scraping his teeth along my skin as he went. The strings to my bikini were dropped, and the small triangles hung loosely over my pebbled peaks. “Tell me to stop,” he said before nipping my bathing suit bottoms with his teeth and dragging the material down to my ankles. Every time, he asked if I wanted it, and every time, I said yes. He pushed the limits, but he always made me feel safe.
We’d been working through my triggers, and every time I crossed a new barrier of my pleasure, it felt like a victory. I could enjoy every inch of Godfrey and overcome the shit that happened to me. I loved exploring my desires with someone I completely trusted.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I whimpered while pressing both my palms against the glass, my fingers spread out like spider webs as his face left streaks of heat along my skin.
He moved back up to my ass. “Good,” he growled, before lightly sinking his teeth into my plush skin. His hot breath flowed over me as his hand gently encouraged my stance wider. Moving my legs, I parted for him as his hands trailed up my inner thigh until his fingers were plunging into my slick heat. My knees buckled when he thrust two fingers inside of me, curling at the knuckle to hit that sensitive spot deep within me.
“Oh fuck,” he moaned before kissing my ass. He’d never explored that particular part of my body, and I didn’t think I’d be one to like having his undivided attention there, but damn he always made me feel so good.
“Yes,” I moaned as he finger fucked me.
My breath was fogging up the glass, and I squeezed my eyes shut, unable to keep them open because of the pleasure spilling over me. I’d been reduced to single syllable words, a puddle of sensations and lust. He pulled his fingers out of me, only to start rubbing little circles around my clit. I nearly fell to the floor, my nerves were jolting from the pleasure as he stroked me.
“I want to feast on you all night,” he said before dropping his hands and spinning me around before shifting his face between my legs. When I looked down, I could see his heated, blue eyes staring up at me, an unspoken promise in his gaze. His tongue plunged inside of me, and I had to brace my back against the glass to stop from toppling over. I could feel his smiling lips as they worked me, that tongue lapping me up before flicking my clit.
“Oh. My. Godfrey,” I cried out, while throwing my head back and staring up at the ceiling.
His hands wrapped around my thighs to keep me still. “Don’t move, Rachel, your pleasure is all mine,” he chided before kissing me again. But it was too much, I couldn’t keep still. I came so hard, ecstasy crashed through me, and I rode his mouth through each pulse that rocked through me, my orgasm raining down his chin.
I looked back down at him just in time to see him wipe his jaw on my inner thigh. “I’m not through with you yet,” he whispered, before moving from under me to stand once more at my back.
Within seconds, he’d abandoned his swim trunks and grabbed a condom from the nightstand. He then pressed against me once more, propping me against the glass. Every hot inch of his skin was against mine as he kissed my neck and then licked his way down the bold lines of my tattoo. Grabbing my hips, he guided me back, creating more space between the glass and our bodies. I went even wider with my stance and bent at the waist.
“I need you,” I pleaded as he teased me with the head of his cock. He kept rubbing it along my ass, spreading precum all over me and making me whimper with need.
“You want this?” he asked before cupping my neck and straightening me once more. His lips were on my ears in an instant, whispering more dirty words that had me squirming. My nipples were taut, begging for his attention, so he brought his hand up to roll them between his fingers, spreading chills down my skin. “I love how your breath pauses right before I enter your pussy.”
I leaned my head back and rested it on his shoulder as his hands roamed my breasts, twisting and flicking me. He hadn’t even been inside me yet, and I was already about to come again. I wondered if it would always be this way with Godfrey. If I’d always feel so hot, so needy. Sex with him made me take my previously warped perceptions about sensuality and own it. I didn’t even need Dr. Taffy’s challenges anymore. Godfrey had taught me to challenge myself.
His arms wrapped around my stomach, and I bent again, bracing myself against the glass. I looked back, watching his hands grip my hips. “Ready, princess?”
I licked my lips and stuck my ass up higher. “I’m ready.”
He plunged into me with a single, hard thrust, and his head tossed back in ecstasy. “Fuck, your sweet pussy is clenching around my cock. It feels so goddamn good,” he moaned before pulling all the way out.
I whimpered at the loss of him, but he didn’t let the empty feeling last for long. Soon, he was thrusting inside of me again and again, hard and fast. Each pound felt like a game, and I wanted to win. He was trying to see how far he could push me, how far I could take him. I’d take it all.
“More,” I pleaded.
He pulled out and slammed inside of me.
“Again,” I demanded. I had never felt so in control of my own pleasure.
He increased his pace, holding me in his arms and pounding me with his cock, and we were such a perfect fit that each smack of our skin had me begging. Harder, faster, stronger, he filled me up in the best of ways.
“I’m going to come,” I yelled, owning every bit of it.
I completely surrendered to him, and Godfrey Taylor won, but this time his prize was my breathy moans as I clenched around his cock.
Three more thrusts, and he was spasming inside of me, my own orgasm still shuddering at my core. I felt every jolt, heard the hitch in his breath, tasted the blood in my cheek from biting down so hard from pleasure. I straightened, and he stayed inside of me, holding me to his chest as we climbed down from the high of our bodies.
Spinning around, I turned to look at Godfrey and leaned up to kiss his mouth, exploring his taste with my tongue and drowning in my love for him. Threading his hands through my blonde strands, a gesture that no longer bothered me, he kissed me back. It wasn’t a kiss to inspire passion; it was a kiss of realness, of solidarity. It was a promise that this was it—Godfrey and me. The better half to my whole. The best hand I’d ever played and the most precious prize I could ever win. We hovered there in our joined contentment for a long time, taking comfort in each other’s presence. Finally, I stood on my tiptoes and placed one more kiss on his lips, my eyes sweeping over his face and appreciating every inch of him. He’d saved me by challenging me to save myself. Our love story might not be simple or pretty, but for us, it was perfect.
“I hate to love you, Godfrey Taylor.”
“I love to hate you, too, princess.”
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