Page 26 of One Week in Paradise
‘Are you all right, Bailey?’
I snap back to reality for a moment. Sara is looking at me with concern.
‘Your face is really red. Are you okay?’
‘Yeah,’ I say, cringing at just how high my voice sounds. ‘I’m fine. It’s the alcohol. Always makes me go red.’
Sara gives me an understanding nod and then turns her attention back to the game.
‘You’re being too obvious,’ Cash murmurs in my ear as he dips two fingers inside me. ‘Relax.’
I squeeze my thighs together as pleasure shoots through my body. ‘Not my fault,’ I manage to pant out.
I can’t believe we’re doing this. In front of everyone. His dick twitches against me again, and I picture it straining against his shorts to break free. He’s just as turned on as I am, and I know he wants to be inside me.
I press down onto him as much as I can, taking pleasure in the way he exhales deeply through his nostrils. In response, he presses his thumb against my clit, and I swear everything goes blurry for a good five seconds. I’m so close. And he knows it.
He quickens his rhythm, his fingers moving in and out of me with equal amounts of care and speed. He doesn’t seem to mind as I slowly start to rock back and forth. I don’t care if anyone else notices. I’ll deal with that later. Right now, all I need is this sweet release and to return the favour somehow.
There. Right there.
My breathing quickens, my vision blurs, and—
Cash pulls his hand away and places it back on my thigh.
He leans forward to whisper in my ear, and I canfeelthe smirk tugging at his lips. ‘I told you to stop.’
I blink, unsure of what to say.What the fuck just happened?
We hang by the bar and pool for another thirty minutes or so before the jet lag seems to hit us all at once, and we agree to call it a night. I can’t say that bothers me.
I’m desperate to be alone with Cash. The air between us is thick with tension. We need to talk about what just happened, and I desperately need to get some kind of resolve.
Irritatingly, Bea and Marcus climb into a golf cart with us, prolonging the time it takes for it to just be me and Cash alone. Luckily, I’m able to mask my frustration as tiredness, and they don’t question my moody silence as we approach our suites.
‘See you tomorrow,’ Bea and Marcus say as we hop outof the golf cart and walk up the path to our suite. ‘Maybe we can all meet and grab breakfast before we disappear for the day?’
‘Sounds great,’ says Cash. He grabs my hand and guides me up the pathway. ‘Have a good night.’
I barely get out my owngoodnightto them. I’m too transfixed by his hand. I remember where it was just half an hour ago, and I want it back there again.
As soon as we’re inside the suite, Cash drops my hand and turns to face me. For some reason, he looks guilty.
‘Bailey,’ he starts, but then his phone vibrates angrily in his pocket. He pulls it out. ‘Shit. It’s my mum. I forgot to call her when we landed.’
‘No, that’s fine,’ I say. ‘Answer her. I’ll get ready for bed.’
He still looks weirdly guilty, but he gives me a nod and then disappears outside onto the terrace. Before he slides the door closed behind him, I catch the beginning of their conversation.
‘Hi, Mum. Yeah, we landed fine. Sorry. Yeah. Yeah. Yeah, she’s great. No, I have—’
I want to hear more, but I give him the privacy he deserves. Instead, I quickly rush around and get ready for bed. When he comes back inside, I’m lying underneath the thin blanket with my hair wrapped for bed.
‘Everything all right?’ I ask as he slides the terrace door shut and makes sure that it’s locked.
‘Yep.’
I frown. His voice sounds clipped, and he’s desperately avoiding making eye contact with me. ‘Are you sure?’
