Page 10 of Those Heartbreak Scars

Stripped down to his boxers he jumps in. His shaggy, blond hair is in his eyes, but he flips it out of the way. “Better?”

“Much.” I splash him teasingly before reaching for my vodka. “Tell me what’s next for you.”

“I don’t know,” he says as we rest against the dimly lit edge of the pool, sipping our drinks. His hand finds my side. His thumb strokes and the muscle under it quakes.

I close my eyes and breathe through the flames he’s ignited. “Gray, I—”

“Rica, I think we should get out of the pool.”

“Why?”

“Because we’ve been drinking, and I keep wanting to touch you.”

I want him to keep touching me. “And that would be bad.”

“It would be very bad.” He’s closer now. His chest presses against mine. My nipples have turned into little diamonds that I know he can feel through the thin material of my bra. His gaze drops to my cleavage. His tongue glides over his bottom lip. “Wouldn’t it? We’re friends and—”

“We haven’t talked in six months.” Chlorine and Gray smell pretty good on one another. Or that could be the alcohol talking. I mean, if I really wanted, I could say all the drinks we’ve had are responsible for whatever comes next. No one could say that either of us are entirely sober at this point.

No one is here to sober us up either. Dove is with EJ making their own vacation fling mistake. And Indy is married. She’s inlove with someone else. She doesn’t want Gray anymore. But I do.

I have for so long. I would keep him forever, but if I can only have one night…

I slip my arms around his neck, mold myself to him. I take the chance I’ve wanted to take for far too long. “You want to touch me, Gray? You want to kiss me? Or maybe you want to fuck me? I could be your dirty little secret and you could be mine. Have you ever thought about it?”

Of course he hasn’t. Because he was Indy’s, and he was true. There was never any looking at anyone else—

His breath hitches.

“I am now.” His eyelids grow heavy over darkened irises.

“You want to check out my nipple piercings?” I tease as my heart beats erratically.Cavolo. Wow. Am I really being this bold? “Tug on them with your teeth?”

“Fuck, Rica.” He crowds me back against the tiled side, pressing his hard body against mine. Clasping the side of my neck he moves in.

Holy shit. He’s touching me like he wants me. This is really happening.

“One time, Gray.” I search out his mouth, because damn it, I’ve wanted to nibble on that bottom lip since I was fourteen years old. Why shouldn’t I get to experience him one time? Why shouldn’t I be allowed to enjoy the man that I have secretly loved, now that my best friend doesn’t want him anymore? If he wants this too and Indy never finds out…

His tongue slides between my teeth to hungrily taste the soft curves of my mouth while his thumb finds the metal pierced through my nipple and grazes over the sensitive spot.

A flood of heat makes my insides clench, and a moan escapes my throat. It spurs him to tug the cup of my bra down, exposing me to the air and anyone who might stumble upon us. But then his mouth covers my nipple, his tongue flicking the little ring around.

I want to climb him. One hand wrapped around his head to hold his mouth to my breast, I use the other to tug at his boxer briefs and wiggle my hand inside to wrap around his cock.

He groans as I slide my hand up and down his length. The reverberation is lovely against my flesh. “Filthy little Rica. You want my cock so bad that you can’t let me enjoy your luscious breasts first? You know I’m going to taste you before I fuck you, right? I want your pussy grinding down on my tongue.”

“Holy shit.” I inhale so hard I almost choke on it as a party no doubt returning from the nightclubs breaks into our private moment.

“Not here.” He fixes my bra and lifts me up on the edge of the pool. He pushes out of the water, offers me his hand. “Come on.”

We leave our empty glasses, bundle up our clothes, and run inside. Stopping to check that the reception desk is unmanned, we race through the foyer while dripping water everywhere.

By the time we get to the room we’re kissing again. Breathless, I cling to him while he opens the door. Somehow between there and the bed, I lose my bra.

He drags my panties off me as I crawl backward onto the mattress. He discards his boxers. Glorious baby Jesus, he looks better than he ever did in my fantasies. Tall and tapered, he still has an athlete’s body. He bows over me and it’s the predatory look on his face that claims all my attention. His lips blaze a trail down the center of my abdomen until they land over my clit. Hisknees hit the floor and he touches me with his tongue and all I want is more.

More of the way he circles and teases. More of his tongue digging into my entrance. He reaches up to play with my nipple ring while he goes down on me, and my clit throbs.

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