Page 188 of Unhinged

I walk back to the pool, and I hear him irritably mutter, “Fucking awesome.” He then shoves through the door, and when I glance over my shoulder, he’s gone.

After sitting in a chair, staring at the water for half an hour, I return to our room, where the bathroom light illuminates my way. Greg is in bed, asleep. From here, I notice he took off his shirt and how the light reflects off of his silver wedding ring. Damn. It’s sexy that he’s sleeping with it.

Before taking another shower, I remove my pajamas over my bikini. I then go to my side of the bed and crawl over to him. I rub my nose against his cheek as I kiss it and whisper, “I miss you.”

He mumbles, “I miss you too.” I smile in the dark and bite my lip. Greg shifts to his other side to face me. In the warring shadow and light, his shiny eyes widen. His hand goes to the side of my head, and he licks his lip. “I’m sorry you don’t feel like we’re together.”

“It still sticks in my head that I’m an obligation to fulfill.”

“You’re not.”

Greg’s brown eyes are humorless yet so sexy. Unable to resist, I trail my fingers through his chest hair, feeling his breathing spike. “I want to feel like we’re a couple, not because of a deal or because of our proximity. I want to feel that spiritual connection to you and like I’m your one and only, but I don’t. Not all the time, at least. Maybe we aren’t soulmates after all.”

My eyes water as his fly around my face. Greg says, “When I saw you talking to that guy… I started sweating, every muscle in my body constricted, I ground my teeth, I goddamn near foamed at the mouth and committed murder. I turned into a possessive prick willing to fight for his woman, reminding me of my new brother-in-law. I’ve never been so jealous in my whole fucking life. Never, Simone. Thinking about it now, it kinda scares me.” I gasp, and Greg hesitates like he’s ashamed, but his eyes burn into mine in the mixed light. “I don’t want Hadley or anyone else. I’m seriously in love with you. That’s the fucking truth. Forget the damn deal altogether. It’s gone. Who cares? Forget the legal piece of paper if you need to. We’re together in every single way. My heart needs yours, not out of obligation, but out of necessity. Forever.”

Stunned, I say, “Greg. My God. I love you so fucking much it hurts, physically and mentally, to be without you. I don’t want another frog when I have my prince. You’re a part of my life, my body, and my soul. When I heard you left Richmond, I cried every day for a damn month and was a dead shell until Amos brought me to you. I want the world to know every part of you is mine, and we’re in love.”

Greg whispers, “We are in love, Simone. Never forget that.”

Putting my hands on his jaw, I kiss Greg with fervor. My heart races as we kiss, while his hand wanders up and down my hip and ribs. His fingers rake over my bikini top and bottom. He says, “You wearing this is both hot and not. It’s hiding what I really want.”

“I’m all yours.”

Taking a risk, I slide my hand into his waistband, still somewhat hesitant, but when I grab his hardening dick, Greg groans, “You’re so fucking sexy,” vibrating my lips with his. I stroke his stiff cock, and he whines into my mouth.

Leaving my mouth, Greg pushes himself up and hovers over me. “Hot fucking damn, woman. I couldn’t stop thinking about what’s under this.” Greg peels one triangle to the side, and he pinches my nipple.

I say, “Those guys don’t get to do that, baby.”

“No way. These titties are all mine.”

He bends to suck on my nipple, and I whisper, “Fuck, yes, Greg. I love watching you adore them.” Greg makes a show of sucking it and stretching my nipple with his teeth and lips. As my moans fill the room, he licks slower and sticks his tongue out more. “You could make me come, doing this.”

Greg raises both eyebrows at me as he licks. His deliberate smirk makes me moan and pull on his shoulders. I whisper-beg, “Kiss me.” Greg kisses my tit before moving up to my mouth. We make out with my hands roaming into his bushier but sexy hair. I find my way down to his facial scruff that he didn’t usually sport and then to his naked back.

Greg’s left hand returns to my right tit, which he seems to favor. He rubs his wedding ring over my nipple and his dick along the crotch of my swimsuit bottom. I slide my hands down to his waistband above his ass and shift from his lips to his ear. “Greg, show me how much you love me. I want you.”

He whispers, “I’ll tell you how much first.” He licks his lip. “I want a do-over.”

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t imagine my life without you anymore, and I never want to go back there.” Greg bites his lip, and he suddenly seems nervous. I hold on to his biceps as he looks at me. He whispers, “Buttercup, you’re my best friend, and I love you so damn much. I’m not settling. You’re no rebound. You’re my main attraction, baby. I want to see you in a wedding dress and experience the pictures, the reception, our first dance, the cake, and the honeymoon with you. I want every single thing we missed.”

I giggle, and tears cloud my vision and voice. “Fuck me to Spain.” Greg purses his lips from my country of choice. I cover my mouth as I gasp, realizing this could really happen. “This is… I want to see you in a tux, for Jackie to walk me down the aisle, our first kiss in front of everyone, to kiss when they tap their glasses, to cry with my friends because I’m so happy, to toss the bouquet, and our wedding night. I love you and want it all with you too.”

“Me too. Us forever. I told you how much I love you. Now, I’ll show you.”

“How? I’m the one teaching you about sex.”

He cocks his head. “Well, it’s my turn to teach you something, so follow along.”

I’m already breathless. “Okay. Show me so hard, swizzle stick.”

“I’ve learned that sex is not just to get off, Simone. My desire for you is a serious hunger, not useless coercion.”

“Greg Rodwell is getting all flowery and shit.”

“Well, I’m in love.”

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