Page 43 of Everlasting Love

So much braver than me.

I rub my hand—imagining it’s hers—along the length of my quickly hardening dick. Something I could never allow to happen in reality. Fuck, what would it feel like to press the head of my cock against her mouth … to slip it past her lips and slide across her tongue until I reach the back of her throat. Mydick swells until it’s hard as steel. Slipping my hand beneath the waistband of my sweats, I wrap it around the thickened length and squeeze. My pulse quickens and my breaths grow shallow at the thought.

Dropping my head back on the couch, I tug on my balls, then stroke up my length, swiping the palm of my hand over the crown, imagining watching it disappear into Vi’s sexy mouth. I stroke and tug, swipe and squeeze, pushing my hips up as I close my eyes and visualize Vi falling apart above me. The way her body shuddered, the way she pushed her hips forward, the way she took what she wanted.

So damn hot.

Increasing the speed and pressure, I tighten my grip as I stroke my cock from base to tip. Every atom in my body lights up and feels as though it’s rushing toward the base of my spine. Electricity shoots through my veins and thick ribbons of cum erupt, landing on my stomach, making a damn mess.Fuck, that was fast!If she were here, I’d be fucking embarrassed.

And now I feel like a piece of shit. I resisted doing this very thing last night because I’d promised myself I wouldn’t disrespect her more than what I already had. What I did at the wedding was bad enough, but now this. I don’t know how I’ll ever look at her and not want her now that I’ve had a taste and relived the events with my heavy cock in my hand.

“The girls wantto spend the day down at the pool. Daisy needs a little downtime today, so it works for everyone. Are you okay with that?”

I shrug. “It’s your vacation. Whatever you guys want to do, I’m there. You know that.”

Toby claps me on the shoulder and studies my face. “I still like to check in with you. It should be a quieter day, and I have an inkling the girls will want to nap this afternoon. I thought maybe you and I could head down to the bar for a quiet drink. I feel like we haven’t caught up in a while.”

“Sure. Sounds good.” I wonder if he’s picking up on the guilt I’m feeling for what I’ve done with his sister-in-lawandwith her in mind. Am I that easy to read?

We head down to the pool area and make our way to the quiet spot away from other families the hotel organized for us once I told them of our plans today. Poppy wastes no time jumping into the water, splashing loudly as she surfaces causing Daisy to squeal with delight. Cass carries her down the sweeping steps into the pool as Toby dives in from the opposite side, swimming a fair distance under the water before surfacing next to his family. I watch closely from the edge of the pool ensuring Toby and his family can have their fun in peace.

“Hey, why don’t you come in?” Toby calls.

“Nah, I need to keep an eye on things.” Plus I’m not ready to expose my scars and have to answer all the questions that are bound to stem from that. Maybe one day, but not today.

He splashes water at me but I step back with a smirk just in time to avoid getting wet. “Come on. Loosen up and have some fun.”

I tip up my chin at him. “I am having fun watching your daughters climb all over you.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” he calls and I know he wouldn’t. He’s living his dream right now.

After a while, Poppy climbs out of the pool and signs, “I’m hungry.”

I speak as I sign back, “Sit down, I’ll get you a snack.”

Cass ordered snacks to be delivered poolside, I just need to let them know we’re ready for them so I call the number I wasgiven for the kitchen and organize the delivery. Cass climbs out of the pool using the steps and wringing her hair on the way, while Toby lifts Daisy out at the side and climbs out by pushing himself up on the edge. The food arrives and we all enjoy the fresh fruit and cheeses under the shade of a cabana.

After a short break, they head back into the pool but Daisy starts to get grumpy and even Poppy’s looking tired so Toby calls an end to the fun and we all head back up to the room so they can shower. As Toby predicted, the girls and Cass opt to take a nap, leaving Toby and me to head down to the bar for a drink.

The waitress stops at our table to take our order and even though she does a double take when her eyes land on Toby, she maintains her professionalism which I know he appreciates.

“I can’t believe we go home in a few days. This week is flying by so fast.”

“Is your honeymoon all that you wanted it to be?”

He thinks on that for a minute, then begins to nod as his lips slowly stretch wider. “It’s been better than I thought it would be. Mom, Dad, and Rose were insistent on leaving the kids behind and just having this time for Cass and me, but I’m glad we didn’t listen. It’s been amazing to share this experience as a family.”

I nod. “You guys are certainly having a great time together, and you’re giving the girls some amazing memories.” I swallow past the lump in my throat. “You’re a really great dad.”

Toby swallows and nods his thanks as the waitress returns with our drinks, wedges, and chili wings. We thank her and both take a drink then grab a wing each—we’re quiet for a while as we enjoy our snack.

“Do I need to order you another bottle of bourbon?” Toby asks out of the blue with raised eyebrows.

I swallow the food in my mouth. So he noticed but hasn’t said anything. I wonder what’s been going through his mind since I’ve technically been on the job and shouldn’t have polished offalmost the entire bottle on the first night. “Nah, I’m good,” I answer as nonchalantly as I can manage, doing my best not to squirm beneath my best friend’s gaze.

He studies me a moment longer, his blue eyes cataloging my features. “Everything okay with you?”

Do I feel guilty that I’ve never opened up to my best friend? You bet your ass I do but at this point, I have no idea where to start. I’ve never shared about my time overseas. He has no idea about the explosion that claimed my best friend and left scars so deep I doubted I’d ever recover. He knows not to broach the subject about that time in my life but I sense his hurt that I haven’t willingly opened up to him. However, I don’t think his question is about that and is directed at my more recent mood and whether it has anything to do with his brand-new sister-in-law and niece. I lift my shoulder and drop it, taking a drink of my bourbon to buy myself some time as I study his expectant expression. “Yep.”

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