"Truthfully, my heart was so full of her, I could barely call it my own."
𝐉𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐂𝐚𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐧 is the epitome of a doberman boy. Six-foot-five motorcycle rider and lifeguard, not only does he not have time to socialize with a girl longer than it...
"Let's get you inside, hm?" I say, picking up August with one hand and carrying my helmet in the other. She wraps her tiny legs tight around my waist while fidgeting with the dainty silver-cross chain around my neck.
"Did you have a good day?" I ask walking us towards the front door. I couldn't give two shits if the group saw us like this right now, and I'm not entirely sure if August would either, but risking the friendships doesn't sound worth it to me.
"Long, exhausting, boring, need sleep." She groans as her feet hit the ground.
"I'm sorry, Doll. Is there anything I can do for you?" I ask tucking baby hairs behind her ear.
I feel blessed every time I get to touch August. As if her skin is made of gold and only the lucky get to make contact with it. Every time I touch her, I do it as if it is the last time. Cherishing the way her eyes glint as she looks up at me, or the way her body relaxes to the graze of my rough hand.
August overflows my heart and mind to the point I can barely call them my own.
"Hmm," She smirks, dragging her index finger down my abs and stopping to twirl the hem of my shirt. I grasp her wrist and move it downwards, pausing just below my V-Line.
Her hands touching sensitive parts of my body feel like heaven, and she knows it. She sees the way my body reacts to her touch and I can tell she fucking loves it.
My jaw clenching every time she teases me or attempt to make me jealous, my eyes searching her as I let her hands freely roam my body, the way she places my hands where she wants them to be at all times.
I'd let her do anything to me, and I'd still worship her.
Her breathing staggers which fills my face with satisfaction. "Don't start something you can't finish." I whisper into her ear as I move her hand further down grazing my shaft.
August looks up at me, eyes glittering and face so beautiful that are lucky to leave just enough self control for me to contain myself. One more small word from her, and I'm gone.
"Trust me, Jack, I'll show you I can finish." She whispers back before removing her hand and walking through the front door of Nate's house.
My jaw drops and I stand there frozen. Fucking hell, I'm gone.
I follow behind her through the door, watching her attentively. My eyes tracking every sway of her hips and bounce of her soft sun-kissed beach curls.
"Cameron! Get your ass in here!" Caden yells from the couch. A football game blares across the huge flat screen TV, while overlapping with Soph's speaker- which is most likely on maximum volume, because when it is not.
August props herself up on a barstool next to Kai, making my jaw immediately twitch.
"Self control, Jack." I continue to repeat in my head as I walk over to join Caden and Nate on the couch.
Watching Kai try to flirt with August is like watching a bird hit a glass window repeatedly. Seriously, the dude is painfully awkward and seeing her fidget with her hands, and smile uncomfortably every few minutes is even more painful to watch.
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