Page 12 of Fake Coral and Keys

“Entitled much?” Blake mumbles.

It takes a minute for my mother to wrangle our group into a circle once we’re all in the lobby. One would think we’d never been to a resort with the way everyone is acting. She snaps her fingers, calling out our names until we’re paying attention.

“We booked the rooms all next to each other, except one.” She hands Blake a keycard. “That one is for you and Daisy.”

“Thank fuck,” Forest says melodramatically.

My mother ignores him and continues, “After everyone is settled, we’ll meet in the bar by the pool for drinks and appetizers.” She checks her watch. “I have a meeting with the resort’s yoga instructor in a few.”

“Meeting?” Lily whines. “But this is a vacation.”

My mother pats her on the back. “Casandra is one of the most popular online yoga instructors.” She winks. “It would be silly to come here and not meet with her.”

Erin clasps her hands together, bringing them to her chin. “Yes! And Lily and I can come to show off the new yoga line we are developing.”

“Wait,” my father says. “If you’re working, why can’t I finish writing that email?”

Forest claps our father on the back. “Don’t you know these women are always working?”

“If you call scheming, working, then yes.” My father kisses my mother’s temple, then pats her on the bottom. “Go. Meet with the instructor and sell yourselves well. This old man wants to retire soon.”

We all separate and agree to meet at the bar in an hour, then follow a woman with dark hair and skin along a path that leads to the beach. A long line of perfectly spaced squarebungalows lines the waterfront. A lush grassy stretch of lawn stretches from the bungalow’s steps to a line of jagged rocks at the water’s edge. Kane and Lily are shown their bungalows, then Erin and Justine.

“Oh!” Amber says, stopping in the middle of the path. “I forgot my phone in the lobby.”

Forest sags and stops next to her. He turns to the woman escorting us and says, “I guess we’ll be right back.”

The woman smiles and then motions for Blake and me to continue with her.

Our bags are in the room when we arrive, placed at the end of the large king-sized bed. Blake walks around the room, taking in the details. The bright hardwood floors. The large picture window overlooking the water. The sliding glass doors leading to the small covered patio. He stops next to the bed, running his hand along the white bedding as he moves toward me. Heat pools between my legs.

Blake trails his hand along my side as he walks behind me. One hand grips my hip, the other presses to my stomach, pulling me against his chest, then slides up, between my breasts, stopping at my throat. He cups my jaw, tilting my head back to his shoulder. I grip his forearm, unable to stop the small moan that escapes me.

“Daisy,” he breathes next to my ear. The hand on my hip glides down to the hem of my dress and then underneath. His fingers dip under the waistband of my panties, slipping lower until he’s cupping me and my legs get weak. His breath leaves him a quietwhoosh.“You’re completely bare.”

“Yes,” I breathe out, opening my legs for him. I’ve spent months waiting for this. Waiting for his mouth, his touch. I grind myself back into his dick, already hard against my lower back.

Blake groans, then nips at the skin on my neck, sending goosebumps down my arms.

“What a good girl you are.” He slips a finger between my folds, dragging the slickness to my clit. A jolt of pleasure rushes through me, ripping another low moan from my throat. He rubs my clit again, slightly harder. “Have you missed me?”

“Yes.” I move my hips, trying to get better friction. He slips one finger inside me and my knees give. I sag back into him, grasping his arm across my chest. Blake presses light kisses against my neck, trailing up to behind my ear, sending glittering shivers of anticipation through me. “Blake, please.”

“Begging already?” He grips my jaw tighter, digging his fingers into the skin. The finger inside me moves in and out, slowly, torturously, dragging my wetness to my clit and thenplunging back in deep. I cup the nape of his neck, angling my head and pulling his mouth to mine. His lips brush mine, his tongue flickering out to taste my skin. “I like hearing you beg, sweet girl.”

I release his neck and reach behind me, gripping his length through his pants. He’s so hard he feels huge. He lets out a grunt as I rub the bulge of him. “Fuck me,” I tell him, breathless. “Bend me over and fuck me.”

Blake lets out a breathy laugh. “So eager.” He slips another finger inside, driving them in deep. “I should fuck that filthy mouth of yours.”

Yes, please. Anything. I grip him roughly, tugging at his dick, and he gasps. The finger he’s torturing me with leaves my body and I groan in frustration. My blood burns through my veins, leaving me feeling hot and needy. I don’t know what he did to me. I’ve wanted him so badly since we left the lodge that masturbating has become useless.

Blake releases me suddenly and grips my wrists, pinning them to my back. He pushes me forward until my knees hit the bed, then shoves me face-first into the mattress.

“Open your legs,” he grates out. He adjusts his grip so that he has both my wrists in one hand, pinned to my back. I hear the buckle of his pants and the soft whisper of his zipper.

Yes, yes, yes. I open my legs wide, wiggling my rear. I’m so ready I feel like I may explode. The fabric of my dress slides up, bunching at my waist.

“Look at that gorgeous ass.” Blake runs his palm over my skin, sliding his fingers back under the panties. He tugs at the material and lets it snap back before rubbing the sting away. “You—”

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