Page 81 of Second Chance Ex
It’s at least three minutes before either of us come to, but when we do, Joey’s face is beautiful, his eyes dazed, cheeks flushed, lips swollen as his hooded gaze rakes over me, studying me so closely, his hand gentle as it grazes my cheek.
“You meant what you said?” he asks hesitantly, slightly breathless. “You’re not going to change your mind?”
And I don’t know if it’s the obvious fear and uncertainty in his tone, or the look of hope in his eyes. But wow. I really fucking hurt him when I pushed him away.
I cup his bearded jaw, smiling at him, looking deep into his eyes. “I meant every word, Joey.”
The tension eases out of his shoulders, and he drops his head, our foreheads touching. He closes his eyes a moment, a heavy breath exhaling from his nostrils. And then his gaze is on mine again, and he’s looking so close I’m certain he can see my soul.
“I’ve loved you since the moment I set eyes on you, Prue Watson,” he says quietly. “And I’m gonna love you forever.”
I kiss him, reluctantly pulling away before things can get too heated again. Steadying him with a serious look, I say, “We really need to get back out there.” I nod my head in the direction of the reception currently in full swing by the sounds of it. “I have a goddamn bouquet to catch.”
Joey chuckles lowly, smirking at me. “That’s my girl.”
Standing out by the pool, staring at the ocean as it shifts from the glistening turquoise it is during the daylight, to the deeper azure it takes on as the sun starts to melt into the horizon, I take a calming sip of lager, basking in the last wash of golden sunshine. It’s our final night here in Turks and Caicos. Yep, I finally made it away, and with the woman I love right by my side.
I surprised Prue and flew her out with me for one last final hurrah before I’m due back to the grind after the long weekend to start pre-season training. Five full days in paradise; just me and my girl, and to say it’s been the definition of bliss, of heaven on earth is a fucking understatement. Nothing but sun, surf, sand. And sex, of course. So much damn sex. I’m not ashamed to admit that I am fucking addicted to my girl’s pussy. And, if the world were to crumble down around us, and we were the onlytwo people left on earth, I would gladly spend the last of my days here with Prue and die a happy fucking guy.
“Dinner is ready to be served, Mr. Joey.”
I glance over my shoulder at the butler, Terrance, who came with our private villa, and I smile at the man, glancing at my watch.
“Thanks, Terrance.” I nod at him. “Prue should be out soon. You can head off. I think I’ve got it from here.”
He grins, a big toothy smile. “No, no, no, sir. I am here for your service at all times.”
I walk around the side of the pool, lowering my voice on my approach because Prue is right inside getting ready, and I’m not sure if the doors to our bedroom are closed or not. “How about you give us an hour or two?”
Terrance checks his watch and finally nods, albeit with seeming reluctance. “I suppose I could drive home to feed my cats.”
I wink, slapping the man on his shoulder. “Seriously, buddy, take all the time you want.”
He offers a knowing smile, mischievously tapping the side of his nose which makes me chuckle. In the few days I’ve known him, he’s become a confidante of sorts, and he knows every last trick I have up my sleeve.
Terrance turns around, indicating the spread of delicious food laid upon the patio table, complete with candles flickering in hurricane lanterns, fresh flowers, and a bottle of Dom chilling in the ice bucket in the very center. I know Prue isn’t a huge lover of champagne, but something tells me tonight she’s going to want just one glass; this is a celebration after all. At least… I hope so.
Five or so minutes later, Prue walks out and holy shit, I can’t breathe. Dressed in a long pale blue dress with skinny straps, the delicate fabric caresses her curves and highlights the glowing tan she’s earned over the last few days by walking around wearing nothing but the skimpiest bikinis, unwittingly driving me fucking wild.
Tonight, she looks beautiful as always, but with a fresh face, the sun-kissed freckles scattered over her cheeks and nose, and her honey blonde hair left natural in messy waves cascading over her shoulder, she’s a goddamn vision. I feel my heart come to a stop in my chest, and honestly, if this keeps up, I’m going to need to get an EMT on call.
“Oh, wow, J, this looks sogood,” Prue says, looking over the spread of food. “I’m starving.”
I move in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist, burying my face in her hair to breathe her in.
“I’m not surprised after that marathon fuck fest,” I murmur against her skin, feeling her shudder as I drag my tongue across that spot that drives her wild. My hand trails up over her dress to gently palm her breast and, as usual, no bra; this fucking girl, I swear.
“Joey!” Prue chides, lightly slapping my hand. “Terrance will see.”
I chuckle. “Relax, he had to duck out. Feed his cat, or something. He’ll be back later.” Only half a lie.
Prue turns in my arms, looking up at me with a cheeky smile. “Okay then, wanna fuck in the pool?”
I throw my head back with a groan. “Jesus, woman. You are going to be the death of me.”
She giggles, resting her head against my chest, and being here with her in my arms, just the two of us withnothing but the sound of the gently crashing waves, it’s all I’ve ever wanted. I sigh contentedly, basking in this moment, taking a mental picture so that I can remember it in the years to come.
It’s been three months since my dream came true and my girl came back to me, and I’ve woken up every day since that moment, and thanked my lucky stars that she finally gave us another chance. And, this time around, like I said it would be, everything is even better than it was before. Something about the time we spent apart made us independently stronger, and together our bond feels like it’s unbreakable. It’s us against the world, and I couldn’t think of anyone else I’d rather tackle life with.
