Page 32 of Tan Lines & Trouble
He leans down and picks me up, cradling me to his chest so he can carry me to the bathroom. "You're so gorgeous when you come."
I grin lazily, all the while wondering the likelihood of him wanting to continue this thing we have between us once we're back in Palm Bluff.
"Clean up and I'll order us a snack," he says, lowering me to the floor.
"Thanks Griff."
He smirks. "I don't think I've ever been thanked for orgasms before."
I swat at his chest. "I mean, those too. But just thanks for...being you."
He looks like he wants to say something, like the words are sitting there, on the tip of his tongue. But I don't give him the chance to reply, because I'm too fearful of what he might say. "I'll be right out."
He leans in and kisses me once more and then he's gone, leaving me to overthink while I get myself cleaned up.
EIGHT
Griffin
Ithought I was into Blue before we had sex. Turns out...I was wrong. It's so much more than that. I'm...fucking obsessed with her.
She's this perfect combination of sweet and sexy, like a perfectly balanced snack I'd happily eat the rest of my days.
All too quickly, she's moving from a vacation fling to someone I want to keep seeing. Indefinitely. Maybe even forever.
Slow the hell down dude,I chide myself, stepping back into our room.
The bed's a mess of rumpled sheets and the scent of our sex hangs in the air. In short, this room is officially my own personal paradise.
I'm about to order room service when the sound of my phone ringing gets my attention. I've had it ondo not disturbsince my plane landed, which means whoever's calling has called more than twice for the call to push through.
"Fuck, I hope my gym is okay," I mutter as I fish my phone out of Blue's beach bag.
Concern and confusion battle for dominance as my cousin's name flashes on the screen. "What's up? Is everything oh?—"
My words dry up as his rabid yelling registers in my brain.
"She's there? You're really there with her? With my fucking fiancé?"
"Your what?" I ask, my voice like stone.
"You heard me. My fiancé."
"You must be thinking of someone else," I say as Blue steps out of the bathroom, as naked as ever. And despite the insane situation we've somehow landed ourselves in, I take the time to appreciate every inch of her.
"Are you listening to me? Blue is mine! I won't let you steal her!"
I clench my jaw at the asinine bullshit he's spewing, talking about her as if she's a possession to own and not a woman worthy of worship.
"Is everything okay?" Blue whispers, concern evident in her tone.
"Baby doll." I pull the phone away from my ear and approach her slowly. "I'm gonna ask you a question, and I want you to know there's no wrong answer."
"Oh-okay." She's nervous now, and I hate the way this is dulling her shine.
"What's your ex's name?"
Her eyes widen and she grabs her robe off the back of the desk chair, slipping it on before asking, "My ex?"
