But it also means she’s home. I try the doorbell again, and even pound on the door, before I just say fuck it. I prowl around to the side of the house and walk up the bluestone garden path to the gate. I open it with a low creak and duck under the blooming roses and hydrangeas. It’s always been a great house, but the new renovations are fucking nice. And the landscaped, totally private backyard pool area is incredible.
I close the gate and push past some palm fronds. I can see sunlight shimmering off the pool as I head through the garden, and finally, I push aside one last palm frond, and my entire body stiffens.
Oh fuck.
My cock goes from hard to fucking throbbing. My pulse thunders in my ears like an engine, and my jaw clenches. I groan, and pure lust and an unbridled desire to take and claim explode through me.
Because I just found Layla.
She’s lying out by the pool in a pool chair in big black sunglasses and a tiny green bikini. Her skin is tanned and glistening with sunblock, and her soft, pink pouty lips are parted just enough to make them even sexier.
But all that pales when I realize that her hand is buried in her bikini between her legs, rubbing.
My cock lurches, and hot, sticky precum leaks into my boxers. I groan, and I start moving without being able to do a damn thing to stop myself even if I wanted to.
And I don’t.
Because I just stumbled upon Layla Hughes rubbing her little pussy right in front of me. And I’m pretty sure nothing in this world could stop me now.