Chapter 32: The Donovan Brothers

*Archie Donovan*

Spending the day at the beach with Rosie was nothing but torture. Watching her in that bikini, her golden skin glowing under the sun, and the French tattoo on her ribs marking her like a painting made me have ideas I shouldn’t be having about her.

Her skin seemed so soft, all I wanted to do was brush my fingers over it and squeeze it until I got a moan out of her throat.

Last night had almost been the final drop for me. When she straddled me like that and started to whisper things in my ear, kissing my neck and grinding herself against me, I swear I could’ve combusted.

I couldn’t handle it anymore. I had to come to peace with the fact that I had lost this battle. There was no way I could still keep this going. I didn’t have the strength to push her away anymore. Ever since I had tasted her for the first time, it had been downhill for me.