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"Why on earth would I stalk you?" He cocks a brow at me.
This cocky fucker.
"How would I know?" This conversation is getting nowhere. It only exhausted and annoyed me.
"You should have checked the road properly before exhibiting the act...
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I'm at the brick of losing fucking control from the amount of overriding pleasure I'm actively feeling in response to Weston's fingers working expertly on my pussy.
The fact that everyone else doesn't have a clue about what is going on underneath them still baffles me. Especially when my little whines and soft moans I'm trying so deeply to suppress is still exhibiting.
I remove Weston's hand from on top my thigh which is now a reddish shade from the pressure of squeezing he has been giving me after I successfully stopped him from practically fingering me under a dinner table.
"Excuse me." I say as I get up.
Weston gives me a questioning look and I mouth, "bathroom," which he gives a light nod at.
The others were so engrossed in their conversation, I think they didn't notice me leaving. Although, Ray and Morgan excused themselves earlier as well and haven't come back yet.
I head to Weston and I's cabin, going straight into the bathroom to do my business.
I chuckle as I stare back at my reflection in the mirror as I watch my hands. My skin is flushed from how hot I feel. I can only crave the feeling of Weston's fingers doing their thing again.
An equally evil idea pops up in my head, making grin like an evil witch.
Weston isn't the only one with expert hands.
I leave the cabin with excitement for my plan, only to be slowed down in my tracks when I hear voices coming from one of the other cabins.
My heels clicks on the hardwood floor as I move closer to Ray and Morgan's cabin. The words were muffled but rapid, sounding like some kind of quarrel. Are they arguing?
I noticed how Morgan seemed quiet during the dinner and Ray who I always find awkward was as he is. I realised I'm doing a wrong thing by eavesdropping. Although, I can hardly hear anything on the other side of the door.
I walked away and head back to the dining room, hoping that things are okay with them.
"You took a while. I was about to come for you." Weston mutters to me immediately I take my seat.
I let a smile rise on my lips. "I was gone for like five minutes but your yearn for me made it seem longer." He smiles, bringing his fingers to interlock with mine.
He brings his lips to my ear, completely ignoring the others around the table.
"A lot can happen in five minutes." He whispers.
"Like ripping this pretty little dress off you and making you cum so hard on my fingers, you'll see the clouds." I feel myself clench in response to his raw words, making me press my thighs together. Again.
