Page 80 of Wanting More
"I never really thought much about my future." Looking out to the ocean, he watched the waves lapping at the shore as he spoke. "It felt as if I never had time to think about that. I needed to focus on what was happening right then and there. Was my mom going to be fighting with dad? Were they going to forget to buy groceries again? Honestly, the future scared the shit out of me, so I kind of never thought about it."
Sapphire had wanted to reach up to him. Run her fingers along the back of his neck until she could pull him down to her. She wanted to cradle him to her chest as her other hand sought out Joel. But again, her cowardice stayed in her hand. When Hayden looked back at her, their gazes met, and she knew he could see the hurt in her eyes and the loss of words on her lips.
"I think it's time for sunscreen." Hayden flicked his gaze to Joel. "Don't you think?"
A slow, taunting grin pulled at Joel's lips. "I think you're right."
Sapphire bumped into the pool table and winced at the bruising pain before quickly looking around to see if either man noticed. She breathed out an exhale. No one was around. She could hear loud noises from the back room and knew they were still back there stacking liquor crates.
Taking out the rag from her back pocket and leaning the broom against the wall, Sapphire grabbed the wood polish and began wiping down the edges of the pool table as she tried to fight back the memory of the heated scene at the beach.
They had put sunscreen nearly everywhere on her body. Their big, rough hands had worked in perfect tandem as they smoothed the thick white cream across her body. It had taken all of her willpower to suppress a moan as their hands both worked between her thighs, the sides of their hands occasionally grazing the tender part of her that needed to be touched the most. Hayden's rough command to turn over onto her stomach made her want to cry out in need even as she quickly obeyed.
Up and down and round and round, their callused hands rubbed slowly down her back. Sapphire had felt one of their hands pull at the strings of her top and push it to the side, making sure to leave no spot untouched. Minute by agonizing minute, their hands slowly progressed to her backside. She had assumed they would leave that part untouched just as they cruelly neglected her aching breasts after rubbing the top of her chest. She was wrong. With a gasp, Sapphire felt their hands slip under the material of her bikini bottoms, forming around the fatty flesh. Sapphire buried her face into her arms and bit back another moan as they squeezed and rubbed each cheek of her ass.
By the time they were done, she was left exhausted.
No one said anything. Laying on her stomach, she listened to the waves as they all calmed down.
That fateful day had played on loop every day since. She had touched herself countless times to the memories of their hands and hated them for not continuing.
Scowling, Sapphire looked up from the now gleaming pool table. She wanted them, dammit, and she was pretty positive they wanted her. So, what was keeping her back?...besides her crushing doubt, of course.
Sighing, she started to work on one of the various tables, taking the chairs from the top and wiping down the wood.
"Hey, I’ll be right back," Hayden called out to her as the sound of his heavy boots thumped across the floor. "I need to run to the hardware store real fast."
Sapphire nodded and watched him leave through the door.
How could they go right back to normal with her? All she ever thought about now was their hands on her and how she wanted more.
Well, that wasn't entirely true she thought as she took down another table of chairs. Sapphire sucked in her bottom lip between her teeth and felt her cheeks rise with a smile. There were a few bits of clues when it came to their thoughts.
Like how they both walked into the water after applying the sun tan lotion tocool offas they put it. Or, more importantly, how the once look of hunger that had shined in both of their eyes had turned into a look of near maddening starvation from that point.
They tried to hide it with smiles, but she could see it each time she came down dressed only in her nightshirt or the way they looked at her when she served coffee to practically anyone else of the male sex. They were barely hanging on. And as crazy as it was, she knew she wanted them both, and she knew it would only be up to her to end this torture.
She just had to get over the lump of doubt lodged in her throat and figure out how. Easy, right?
"Those tables are looking better than we first bought them," Joel mumbled as he walked by, counting out a handful of money.
Walking over to the cash register, he began sorting the money into their designated slots.
"I'm just using the wood polish you had in the cabinet. Although," she looked at the yellow can in her hand with a tilt of her head. "It looks as if it has never been used."
Joel chuckled as he scribbled something onto a piece of paper. Though his back was to her, she could see his reflection as he looked down. He was so handsome. Appreciatively she let her eyes wander over his golden good looks and down the broad expanse of his back. She enjoyed how his shirt clung to his back with damp sweat showing off the narrowing taper of his waist. She wondered what it would feel like to have those muscles beneath her hands as he worked his body over hers.
Guiltily her eyes widened, and she snatched them back up from his ass. Blue eyes met her in the mirror's reflection. Sapphire stared back in horror as Joel gave her a wink and a knowing grin.
Clearing her throat, she went back to work on the table.
After completely sweeping and polishing every wooden surface in the bar, Sapphire made her way to the back office. The space wasn't too far off from what she imagined when she heard them reference the office in the past. Two large desks, a few filing cabinets, and one black leather couch pushed up against the far wall.
She eyed the couch with suspicion.
"What are you scowling at, goldilocks?" Joel asked from his seat at his desk, only glancing up from his laptop.
Ever since she got back from the salon earlier that day, the nickname he liked to use on her had resurfaced with a vengeance. More than a little wary, Sapphire had let Finn convince her to try the only salon in town. Finn swore that the woman was good. It was only at Finn's look of offense as she gestured to her own highly-styled undercut that convinced Sapphire to go.
