Page 20 of Devious Eyes
Chapter Eight
Minutes merge to hours, hours into days, my mind forgetting the outside world around us as they do. She’s on my mind all the time, nothing else affecting how I behave or what I do. It’s kinda nice, relaxed. All I’m interested in is her smile, her laughter, and the way she moves as we amble aimlessly. I guess there might be reality out there somewhere, hovering in the background and waiting for us to return to it, but for now, I’m content to simply freefall into whatever this is becoming.
With her by my side.
I stare up into the sky, watching nothing but air and sun through the tint on my glasses as I dry off from my swim. A week we’ve been here now, and I’ve never been with someone like her before. She’s intriguing to me. Fresh air in the middle of what my life has always been. Maybe it’s the climate, or the fact that I’m on holiday with no restrictions, but she seems to have a way about her. A way that makes me check my own thoughts. And, much as I’m trying to deny it, I adore the whispered mutterings she makes, all of it in Spanish as if she’s trying to hide her feelings from me, pretend none of this is real. It isn’t, I guess, but it is for now.
I snort at myself in amusement. I’m like a new me with her, a version of myself that I’d passed off as unusable in society. We’ve walked beaches, gazed at sunsets, lost ourselves in midnight talks and fallen into the unknown together. They’re all things that should make me cynical, make me revert to the type of man I’ve become. But every word from her has me sighing out rather than holding in the next pent up breath, reaching for her hand rather than keeping myself away. I can feel it in my fingers now, theirbalance offset for the lack of hers mingling with them.
It’s all strange, comforting in its own way, regardless of the contrast in those sensations, making me remember life before business. Times when Quinn and I used to laugh about the normal and mundane, Josh joining in. Boys being boys. Brothers being brothers for no other reason than to enjoy each other and screw around. It’s all so new to me, even if it is a memory I’ve always wanted to have.
Never thought I’d find it, though.
Never thought a Cane deserved it.
The idea makes me gaze at her as she comes out of the water towards me, long darkly tanned legs climbing the steps up to the villa, hands grabbing at the rails as her breasts bounce. I take a pull on my smoke and look over the top of my sunglasses.
“Are you going to move from there at all today?” she asks, pushing her wet hair back. I’m not moving anywhere. I’m happy lounging on this sunbed, falling into this ‘just being’ revelation. It’s new. Interesting.
“No.”
“You’ll lose those abs.” She smiles and wanders past me, reaching for some melon on the way and biting down. I tip my head over my shoulder and watch her ass go into the rooms, then look down at my stomach and smile. These abs can have a damn break for a while. I’ve spent my entire life making sure I look like this, living up to the expectation that comes with my family.
Screw it.
“You haven’t complained about them so far.”
She comes back out onto the deck, naked, and then spreads her legs to sit herself across me, her fingers wandering immediately.
“But then I’m not the girl who will be looking at them forever, am I?” She leans back so I have a fine view of her pussy. “I was thinking of whatever wife eventually comes your way.”
I scoff, grabbing hold of her ass and pulling her forward up my body to my chin. That’s not happening anytime soon. Marriage plans aren’t in my future. Not yet at least. I’d rather fuck until I can come up with a plan on what my future’s gonna be. She giggles as I swipe my tongue over her, hand still moving melon towards her mouth like my actions mean nothing. “You’re insatiable. Don’t you want to go out? See some of the island?” I can’t be bothered to answer. The only thing I’m concerned with is the taste of her, this heat, and the relaxation that’s beginning to ebb into me day by day.
I’m about to get back into the one thing we’ve been doing all this time, when she abruptly pushes at my head, gets off me, and walks back into the house again.
“Get dressed,” she calls. Dressed? Into what? And why?
I peer over my shoulder at her again as she comes out, a sarong now wrapped around her waist and a top being pulled over her head. She stands and looks at me, fingers working her hair up into a casual bun.
“The fucking?” I ask, mystified at this change of direction as I push up my sunglasses and point at my dick.
“Later. Up. We’re going out.”
The groan that leaves my lips has me tipping my glasses back down again, my refusal to move evident. Out means socialising with people, being part of reality. I’m not doing that here. Here is for me and her alone. No one else invited. It’s enough that I’m ignoring every email, phone call and message that’s being left for me, Quinn’s included, regardless of his ever-growing agitation that I’m not responding.
Screw him. He made his bed; he can fucking lie in it.
“We can do that thing later if you get up,” she says. I raise a brow, my head leaning to the side towards her. “Banana?”
“You said you wouldn’t.” Which was more stimulating than I thought it would be when I threw the fruit at her and gave her a choice. Maybe I won’t next time.
“Well, it is my holiday. You’ll have to be more insistent, see where it gets you.” Her hands land on her hips, teeth snapping at me for some unquantifiable reason. “Lo obtendras si trabajas lo suficiente.” Work hard enough? I’ll get it either way.
“Haras lo que te digan.” Both her eyebrows shoot up, surprise etching every feature as she saunters over. Damn right. We’ve already discussed her doing as she’s told.
“Now, why would an American accountant speak Spanish?”
“International.” Her eyes pinch to slits, a smile climbing up her cheeks after she’s thought for a few moments.
