Page 19 of Tan Lines & Trouble
Thankfully one of the dedicated poolside servers stops by to take our drink orders before I can embarrass myself any more than I already have.
We both fall silent as we wait for drinks—a watermelon margarita for me and a beer for Griffin. It’s not necessarily an awkward quiet, but a tense one, fueled by the unspoken attraction lingering between us.
It seems with each barb, with every passing glance, something sparks to life inside of me, tingling and pulsing like a warning—only, I’m not sure if it’s warning me away from the man beside me or toward him.
One thing’s for sure, this trip will undoubtedly be memorable as fuck…
FOUR
Griffin
The feel of something soft and warm brushing against my morning wood elicits a groan from my chest as I reach out to draw my bedmate closer, hoping like hell whoever she is, is up for round two.
My fingers meet skin and a decidedly feminine moan breaks through my sleepy haze. She wiggles her ass against me, with intention this time.
"Fuck yeah," I murmur, wrapping my arm around her narrow waist; my hand drifts lower down her abdomen. I love the way she quivers beneath my touch. So responsive. "Gonna make you feel good baby."
She moans again and I slip my fingers beneath the waistband of her panties, rocking my hips into hers.
I'm damn near ready to tear her clothes off and shove my dick inside of her when I feel how wet she is for me. I brush my index finger over her clit a time or two before sliding lower and sinking it into her pussy.
She sighs, her hot breath fanning across my chest as she relaxes into me and shimmies her hands up between us. Her palm pauses over my heart before her entire body goes ramrod straight.
"Griffin!" she screams my name in outrage instead of pleasure, as she shoves away from me.
The commotion and her continued yelling finish waking me up and I jump from the bed not caring one bit that I'm standing at full-mast with my cock level with her wide, terrified eyes.
"I am so fucking sorry." I hold both hands out in front me. "Swear to God, wasn't intentional."
Blue glares hard, but her cheeks are stained the prettiest shade of pink and I'm not sure if it's from embarrassment or arousal. Maybe a mixture of both.
After what feels like hours, she clears her throat and says, "Told you sharing a bed wouldn't work."
"Listen, listen, listen," I say, channeling my most charming self. "Let's not be too hasty. I was overtired from traveling and the sun. My dreams got a little out of control and you were there and sleep-you was feeling sleep-me and our signals got mixed. Honest mistake, okay? It won't happen again."
She huffs out of breath. "We'll see."
I hope I can sway her to seeing things my way because there's no way I'm sleeping on the couch. It's just not happening but I'm too much of a gentleman to make her sleep on it either.
Compromise is the only option. Our mutual exhaustion is the only reason we didn't fight about this last night. But I should've known it was coming; I'm pretty sure Blue likes to fight just for the sake of it.
A yawn breaks free as I stretch my arms overhead. "See something you like?" I ask when I look back down at her in time to see her gaze zeroed in on my still-hard dick while she licks her lips.
I expect her blush to make a reappearance but instead she shocks the hell out of me. "Might wanna do something about all of that." She waves her hand in front of my boxer-brief covered cock, a saucy grin splitting her cheeks.
My lips tip up in a grin and I reach down and cup my junk stroking it once. "About this?"
She huffs out a sigh. "Yes, Griffin, about your raging erection."
"Awe." I release my dick and place my palm over my chest. "You really care, huh?"
"Jackass," she hisses, but there's no real heat behind her words. At least, not the angry kind.
"I'll take care of it in the shower."
"Oh, my God!"
"What? You were the one so worried about me shooting my load, figured I'd give you the deets. Would you prefer a show? A handwritten invitation? Front row seats? All of the above can be arranged, you know?"
