AUGUST CARRIED ME all the way to the house—like he was afraid if he set me down, I'd run away.

I couldn't imagine that ever happening, but I liked being in his arms. I liked feeling his hard muscles, the way they tightened and twisted as he maneuvered us through the sand. I liked trailing my lips down his neck, tasting the salt water on his skin and feeling the vibrations of his moans.

"Castle."

My name came out in a pant, and my lips curved against his neck. Driving a man like August Fletcher, who was usually so measured and in control, wild was a different kind of satisfaction.

"Hm?"

"I don't want to fuck you on my deck," he rasped, "but if you keep doing that, I might not have a choice."

I ran my tongue along to curve of his ear before whispering, "You can fuck me anywhere, August."

I was so beyond caring about anything that wasn't...him. The desperation I heard in his voice was exactly what I felt coursing through my veins, hot and heady.

A low grunt told me what August thought about my response. His hands gripped harder on my thighs, one of them smoothing up to my ass for a squeeze. "For once in your goddamn life, I need you to stop testing me, Quinn. You feel so fucking good in my arms, and I—"

He cut himself off with a low growl, shaking his head with frustration as he threw open the sliding glass door on the back of the house and tore inside, tracking sand across the floor.

"Should we rinse off?" I wondered aloud. "We're making a mess."

"I'll do whatever as long as it involves getting you naked in the next two minutes," August replied as he made his way toward his room. "I don't give a fuck about the mess."

I didn't argue with that; how could I?

We slipped into August's bedroom, but he strode toward his bed instead of walking straight to the ensuite bathroom like I'd been expecting.

"I thought—"

"Hold tight," he muttered, as though I wasn't already clutching him with everything I had. He kept me in his arms as he bent over, releasing his grip from my ass to open the top drawer of his bedside table. It only took him a second to find a condom and turn back around, heading for the attached bathroom. "There's a high probability I'm going to need to be inside you the second I strip you down," he murmured.

His words caused a hot shiver to wrack through my body. The pulse at the apex of my thighs grew nearly unbearable, and because I was circled around August's waist, I couldn't even clench my legs to try to ease the ache. Instinctively, I wrapped myself tighter, clutching August, trying to feel...something more.

"Oh, you like that idea, huh?" August's husky chuckle only made everything worse, and I swallowed a moan. "Your pussy is practically begging for it, isn't it, Castle?"

"August," I whimpered, unable to say anything else as he opened the glass shower door and stepped us inside.

"I'm gonna make it better, baby," he promised, his lips pressing feather-light kisses all over as he finally let me go, my body sliding down his. 

I wasn't sure my legs would hold me, though, so I took a step back, leaning against the cool tile of the shower wall. My body felt heavy, weighted with desire. I looked up at August beneath my lashes as I struggled to take a deep breath. He held my gaze. With one hand, he reached out to twist the showerhead on. With the other, he fiddled the condom between his fingers.

"We don't need that," I said, nodding at the plastic wrapper. "I'm clean and on birth control. But I...understand if you don't want to take chances. With pregnancy. With somehow getting... I'm okay either way. Just so you know."

I bit my tongue, telling myself to shut up. A guy like August, who had fame and fortune and women who probably tried to get both from him, likely wanted to use a condom.

But August stared at me, eyes heated as he assessed my expression. A second later, he kept his gaze on me while he opened the shower door and tossed the condom onto the bathroom floor. The spray of water shot between us, marring my vision. Steam started to swirl, and I wondered if that was what made it hard to breathe or if it was just...him.

"You clearly don't understand my obsession with you if you think I'm worried about any of that," he said finally. "All I care is that you're comfortable. As for the rest..." He drifted off, rubbing a hand over his mouth like he had to physically stop himself from finishing that sentence. I really wished he hadn't. "I'll take my chances with you every fucking day, Quinn," he finished.

"I'm comfortable with you," I assured him, and to punctuate that thought, I hooked my fingers into my underwear and shimmied them to the ground. August watched, unblinking. His eyes were hooked on my movements, bright but also drunk-looking, like I'd put him under a spell. That look alone caused my pulse to quicken, and it spurred me on. When I peeled my bra off and tossed it to the floor, August looked like he might pass out.

"You are...."

He scrubbed his hand over his mouth again, and this time, I finished the sentence for him.

"Yours. I'm yours, August. Remember?"

His eyes flashed. "Oh, hell, Castle," he groaned before swiftly closing the distance between us and slotting his mouth back over mine in a kiss that told me I was right. I was his. "Mine," he confirmed between gasps and groans. He pressed me against the wall, anchoring me there as his hands began to wander, gripping my hips and then my breasts while his tongue tangled with mine. "You're mine."

I liked how he didn't say tonight or for now. Just mine.

I liked it far too much. Foolishly too much.

"Yes," I gasped, tipping my head back and letting August's mouth do whatever it wanted. He dragged his lips down my neck until I felt them grazing across my chest and finding one nipple, sucking hard. I cried out, tangling my hands into his hair as he scraped his teeth over the tip of one and then moved to the other to do the same.

"Gonna make you mine," August murmured against my skin, almost absent-mindedly, and I was about to beg him to do just that when I felt his hand slip between my legs, skimming over my clit, and I screamed instead.

"Oh, baby." The slight growl in his voice told me everything I needed to know about what he found waiting for him. "You're so fucking wet for me."

"That's what happens when you edge me for weeks," I gasped as he began steadily strumming my clit, making my knees weaken and then nearly fold completely when he drove a finger inside me, too.

I felt August's lips curve, and then he pulled back so I could see his wicked grin and dazed expression. But a second later, it vanished as he dropped to his knees.

"I had to wait until I could do this again," he said, his fingers still working their magic as he looked up at me with hungry eyes. 

"Yes," I cried, barely coherent enough to make sense of what he was doing. All I knew was he was touching me, and I could feel him everywhere, and I never, ever wanted him to stop.

"Yes," August echoed, pressing kisses to my inner thighs. I instinctively parted them for him, giving him better access. "Need to taste you again, Castle."

"Yes," I agreed, unable to stop repeating myself. "Yes."

August hummed at my consent right before he buried his face between my legs and flicked his tongue over my clit. He moaned, making ungodly, satisfied sounds as he lapped at me. Between that, the image of him on his knees with water spraying over his sculpted shoulders and arms, and the way he knew exactly what to do, there was no way I'd last long. I tipped my hips toward him, begging him for more. August gripped my hip with his free hand, encouraging me to rock against his face as he drove his tongue deeper between my legs.

"Oh my God, August," I groaned, my eyes fluttering shut as pleasure built within me. "Fuck."

"That," August gasped, abruptly pulling away and making me cry out from the lack of contact. "I want to do that."

"What?"

I just wanted to hear him say it with that gritty voice of his.

He slicked his hair back as he looked up at me, mouth crooked to one side as he slowly slipped his fingers out of me. "I want to fuck this pretty pussy."

If hearing him say that wasn't detrimental enough to my sanity, August then lightly slapped my clit as he began to stand, shoving his shorts down in the process to reveal his thick, hard cock. He stroked a hand over it, and I threw my head back with a whimper. This man was unbelievable. And now my legs were officially the consistency of jello, and the steam was making it hard to breathe, and I still hadn't come. And I needed it, needed him.

"Yes," I said for the millionth time as I tried to keep my body from melting down the side of the shower. "But I—August, I need—"

August scooped his hands beneath my knees as he stood, sweeping me off my feet and pressing me against the wall again. "I'm here," he breathed against my lips as I wrapped my legs around him. "I got you."

My body molded to his, letting him take control like I knew he wanted to anyway. He lowered me until I felt the tip of his erection glide through my wet arousal, teasing me.

"Fuck," August swore before continuing, his husky whisper giving me butterflies. "Ever since I helped you in the shower the first day you were here, I've fantasized about this. Fantasized about pressing you up against the wall and taking you like this. I think about you all the fucking time, Castle."

"I think about you, too," I admitted before biting down on my lip when August adjusted us so his cock was nudging my entrance. His chest grazed against mine as his breathing picked up, labored with need.

"Do you think about what it will feel like to have me slide inside you?" he asked, lips flirting with my ear as he lowered me further, beginning to stretch me as I took him slowly. "Do you think about coming on my cock?"

I nodded because I couldn't speak, too dazed by the mix of pain and pleasure as he eased all the way inside me.

"Answer me, Quinn baby," he quietly demanded, although his words came out equally tortured.

"I think about it," I assured him through broken breaths. "I think about this. About you. Like this."

August kissed the curve of my jaw. "You think about taking every inch of me?"

I nodded again, but August didn't press me to verbalize it this time. He was too busy groaning into my neck. "Good girl. Fuck, you feel so good. It's—shit, it's everything. You're doing so good, Quinn."

"More," I begged. I could feel him inside me, pulsing and hot and hard, but now I needed more. I needed movement. I needed friction. "Fuck me, August."

My demand was met with a gruff noise rising from August's throat. "You dream about that too, don't you?"

I tangled my fingers in the hair at the nape of his neck, desperately trying to hold onto something. "I do."

"Me too," August grunted, and then he was pulling out of me and thrusting back in, driving hard enough that my hips were slammed back into the wall. But all I felt was a rush of euphoria, of bliss and desire. Because he was so deep, and it felt so good.

"Holy–" he choked, leaning back to look me in the eyes as he repeated the motion, thrusting even further inside me. His jaw twitched as he stilled, almost like he was holding himself back from doing it again. "Oh, hell you feel like heaven, baby."

"So good," I agreed breathlessly, rocking my hips against his impatiently. "August, it's so good. Give me more."

"You've got a greedy pussy, don't you?" He smirked, and it nearly drove me to my brink. Handsome devil. "I fucking love being inside it."

"I want all of you, August," I panted, needing him to know he didn't need to give me the restrained version of him. I was ready for more than that. "Please."

He gave me another thrust, one that made me cry out, before muttering, "I just want to feel you come for me like this, and then I'll take you to bed and give you everything, Castle."

I nodded, my eyes fluttering shut as I let myself drown in the sensations. Of the steam wafting around us, of August's hard, wet body slamming against mine, of the slapping sounds of our skin combined with the splattering of the water hitting the tiles. Of him. So deep inside me, hitting parts of me I didn't even realize existed.

And then there was my name and the way August kept murmuring it, reciting it like a prayer. He adjusted my legs, tipping me to an angle that I felt his pelvic bone hit my clit with every thrust. And that was all I needed to explode and unravel, crying his name back to him.

August held me tighter, like he wanted me to know he wouldn't let me fall as I rode out the rest of my climax. His teeth scraped a sensitive spot near my collarbone as he groaned, and I shivered in his arms.

"God, the grip you have on me," he panted, momentarily stilling before pulling me away from the wall. "Fuck, baby."

I had no idea how he was talking, let alone walking, as he flicked the water off and strode out of the shower. He held me, making sure that he didn't slip from my body as he moved us to the bedroom. We tipped, and my back collided with his soft sheets a second later. August fell on top of me, and the movement forced his cock so far into me that I swore I could feel it in my throat.

He was everywhere. All around me.

And I wouldn't want it any other way.

I looked up to find his eyes searching my face. "Are you ready for more, Castle?" he asked thickly. "I'm not going to hold back this time. I'm going to fuck you until my cum is dripping out of you. And then I'm going to push it back in and do it all over again."

His rough words caused a resurgence of heat. It flooded my bloodstream and pooled between my legs, where he was still, but pulsing. Ready. I cupped his cheek and used gentle pressure to pull him down to me, needing to kiss him before I let him do whatever the hell he wanted.

"I'm ready."

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a/n:

are we ready for a little August pov now?

keep your popcorn handy!

xoxo amelie