Page 39 of One Week in Paradise
I imagine he’s on top of me, whispering orders to me and heaping me with praise when I comply. I take my free hand and stick two of my fingers in my mouth. I run my tongue along them until they’re dripping and then bring the fingers down to my nipples, pretending like they’re Cash’s tongue lapping over my breasts.
I keep my thumb on my clit and slide two fingers inside myself, and imagine it’s Cash inside me, filling me up as the walls of my pussy squeeze around him.
‘Oh,Cash.’ His name spills from my lips as I come, long and hard, around my fingers.
I don’t know how long I lay there, panting and moaning as I ride out the blissful waves of my orgasm, but when I open my eyes, Cash is standing in front of me, mouth open, eyes hazy.
The imprint of his dick is clear against the towel he has wrapped around his waist.
He’s hard.
‘Bailey,’ he croaks. ‘Shit. I’m sorry. I should’ve told you I was coming back in.’
My cheeks flush. I still haven’t moved. I’m lying here, one hand on my naked breasts, the other stuffed into my panties. I squeeze my legs shut and roll into the blankets to cover myself.
‘I’m gonna—’ He swallows. ‘I’ll let you—’ And then Cash is gone, back into the bathroom.
I sink back into the blankets and groan. For some reason, I can’t help but feel like I’ve been rejected.
Chapter Twelve
‘He watched you doingwhat?’
‘Sssh!’ I hush Amber and peek out of the large window onto the terrace. Cash is doing laps in the infinity pool outside our suite. Once I’m sure he hasn’t heard Amber’s outburst, I turn my attention back to my phone. ‘And he wasn’twatchingme. He just caught me.’
‘That is…’ Amber pauses for a second, pondering on what word to choose. ‘Extremely hot. Damn.’
‘Tell me about it.’
I know that I should probably feel embarrassed or ashamed that Cash has caught me in such a compromising and vulnerable position, but I don’t. The arousal he felt watching me was evident, and I’d be a liar if I said it didn’t turn me on even more.
‘Have you spoken about it?’ Amber asks.
‘No. He basically ran away once I realised that he wasthere.’ I sigh and flop onto the comfortable couch. ‘And now he’s acting like it never happened.’
‘You guys are ridiculous,’ Amber snorts. ‘Just fuck each other already.’
‘We’ve already decided we’re not doing that,’ I tell her. ‘His friendship with Dane is too important to ruin with a fling.’
‘So you’re just gonna spend the rest of your time in Jamaica running around like the unresolved sexual tension between you two isn’t off the charts?’
‘Yes. Exactly.’
‘You guys are ridiculous.’
She’s right. But I don’t think I’d ever be able to forgive myself if I ruined Cash and Dane’s friendship just because I’m horny.
‘It’s for the best,’ I tell her. Amber looks like she wants to say more, but I cut her off with a quick change of topic. ‘Did you see my last post?’
‘Yes! It was great, and not too many troll comments either this time.’
The troll comments on my postsareeasing up. There seem to be a few dedicated assholes committed to bringing up Ethan or The Video every time I post anything, but the positive comments definitely outweigh them all. Even my follower account is steadily increasing. I’m back up to 232,349. Still a far cry from my peak, but I’m definitely getting there again.
‘People love seeing you happy,’ says Amber. ‘That’s what I’ve been trying to tell you. You just made yourself look guilty by hiding and going offline. Act like it doesn’t bother you, and people will forget things.’
I know she’s making sense, but I can’t help but feel guilty for my part in everything that happened. The troll comments are my punishment for that. But I haven’t told Amber about it yet, and now isn’t the time.
Cash pokes his head through the sliding doors and waves to get my attention. ‘The others are all hanging out here. You want to come and join?’
