Amber's POV

"And babe, Colt's here for a vacation and he’s gonna be with us for the whole summer," Jack said, his voice filled with excitement. I swallowed hard.

Oh God, how am I going to get through the entire season with this guy? Why did I answer the door in the state I was in? I felt heat rise to my cheeks in embarrassment.

Jack had just given me the best fuck of my life, and I could still feel the effect of how deep his cock had gone into me. We had run out of condoms, and he rushed to the store to grab some, leaving me alone to ponder what we’d just shared. I heard the doorbell ring, and in my giddiness, I dashed to answer it naked, ready for another round. But instead, I was greeted by someone else, his best friend.

The memory of that moment sent a chill down my spine, goosebumps erupting across my skin.

Jack and I had been together for nearly five years. We met at the wedding of close friends. Paired as the Best Man and Bridesmaid, our first encounter was adorable. He fell for me at first sight while I found his laid-back vibe charming. Initially shy, he eventually mustered the courage to approach me. What started as a friendship blossomed into a loving relationship. I’ve come to love him deeply, and now it’s hard to imagine my life without him.

As a thirty-year-old designer and product tester/reviewer, life had been challenging as an orphan, but it improved when I found true friends and, eventually, Jack. The thought of him possibly asking me that one question, the all-important "Will you marry me?"—was what filled me with hope for the future.

"Umm, babe, could you grab something refreshing for our guest?" Jack interrupted my thoughts, pulling me back to the present.

“What would you like?” I asked Colt, forcing a polite smile.

“Anything,” he replied, though the way he looked at me made me feel uneasy.

“As long as it’s made by you,” he added, his gaze lingering in a way that was far too intense.

I turned toward the kitchen to whip up a quick meal—some noodles splashed with eggs and veggies.

As I worked, I heard Jack enter the kitchen. He approached me from behind and wrapped his arms around my waist, his warmth radiating through my dress. With a playful flick of his fingers, he teased gently at my breasts, and I had to bite my lip to suppress a moan that threatened to escape. His lips found their way to my neck, and I tilted my head back, surrendering to his affectionate onslaught.

“Is…” I shivered at his touch. “Is this why you asked me to come here? To torture me like this?”

“No, you’re the one torturing me,” he replied, his breath hot against my skin. “I want your hands all over me, but instead, they’re busy with these noodles. It’s making me jealous.” I let out a soft chuckle, appreciating his playful nature.

I turned to him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. “What if your friend walks in? This isn’t exactly… discreet.”

Jack’s brow furrowed slightly. “Honestly, I’m starting to regret that he came over.”

“Don’t say that!” I teased, leaning in to plant a subtle kiss on his lips. But just as our connection deepened, his phone buzzed insistently from his pocket, shattering the moment.

Reluctantly, he pulled away, pulling out his phone. With one last peck on my lips, he stepped out, leaving me alone in the kitchen. The smell of the almost-burnt food hit me like a freight train, and I scrambled to salvage my meal, plating it alongside a chilled cup of orange juice.

As I walked back to the living room, tray in hand, I set it down on the table in front of Colt. He gave me that very uncomfortable look, but yet something about him struck me. His eyes...his cool ocean blue eyes that is a complete irony to his personality. Looking at this guy, he looks down to earth innocent but he's actually the Devil.

"Gosh! These boobs look so fresh," he drooled.

I looked at myself and God, my breasts were in display thanks to my dress that doubled over when I bent to set the tray.

I quickly straightened up, a blush of embarrassment creeping up my cheeks, but this idiot was smirking like it was the most amusing thing ever.

"Orange juice," he said, glancing at the glass on the tray. "Didn't Jack tell you that I don’t do juices?" His tone was laced with mockery.

"The only juice I deal with is the one that comes from there," he said, pointing at my lower body. "A neatly shaved cunt," he added with a smirk.

Wow, this guy really knows how to talk dirty!

"So what you're saying is...?" I asked, trying to keep my voice steady and ignore his crude words.

"That I only drink juices from a neatly shaved cunt," he replied, as if it was the most casual thing in the world.

I felt my cheeks heat up even more, but I was determined not to let him get to me.

"I meant, what kind of drink would you prefer then?" I asked, keeping my tone measured.

"Juice from a neatly shaved cunt," he shot back, completely unfazed.

"Hey!" I glared at him, unable to contain my irritation any longer.

"Okay, if you don't have that, then I’ll settle for a bottle of strong whiskey," he said, nonchalantly leaning back.

"We don’t have that," I replied, my frown deepening.

"You don’t have that? Did goody-two-shoes prepare for my arrival at all, or is he still the same principled goody-two-shoes from before?" He chuckled, and I rolled my eyes at his arrogance.

"Then do you have any strong wine, at least?" he asked, his tone far too casual for my liking.

"I think we do," I answered, exasperated. I took the glass of juice from the tray and turned to leave, desperate to put some distance between us.

It hadn't even been an hour since he arrived, and he was already driving me crazy. Could I really survive the entire summer with him around?