Page 34 of Make You Miss Me

I normally love a crowd because it helps keep me out of my head, but I have to say today I am truly enjoying the fact that Greyson wanted a low-key birthday. I don’t want to share my people with anyone else.

My people… it feels good to be able to say that.

Trent has quickly become someone I can’t ever seenotbeing in my life, but I know it won’t be in the capacity that I want it to be. He is so full of goodness.

Don’t get me wrong, he is a bad boy, through and through. The other day shined some light on his old fuck boy ways, but I have never felt misled or questioned his desire for me. He is always optimistic and kind, he even asks genuine questions to get to know me.

He is everything that every woman deserves and everything I’ll never have. Today, I’m pretending though… he is mine!

At least for another twenty-four hours. Does this really end after tomorrow? I don’t see any other way this can go.

No matter how much I try to keep my feelings in check, it’s impossible when it comes to him. I was so stupid thinking this week would fix our need for each other. When, in reality, all it has done is show me exactly what I’ll never have but desperately want and need.

I don’t want to hurt him, and I certainly don’t want to put him in danger. But how can I let him goknowing damn well he won’t give up easily unless I ask him to.

Slick. Wet. Hard.

Mmm, the hot body walking my way strips my racing thoughts away.

Damn, that boy is fine.

“Don’t you look like the poster boy for Boys Down East right now?” I say, pretending to fan myself.

He smirks, leaning in to kiss me. “And you look a little hot…want another Truly, or do you need to go to the bathhouse for a cold shower?” I love his smart-ass comebacks, but I’ll never tell him that.

“Shut up! It’s the sun making me sweat. Want to go for a swim with me?” I jump and start to run towards the water, yelling behind me, “Last one to the water has to do ten burpees on the beach.”

I hear him coming after me but thankfully the water isn’t far away and I win…ya girl isn’t doing no damn burpees on the beach.

But watching my man’s muscles and body move up and down while he does them… I’ll take that.

Right as I get past the wave break, he catches up to me and dunks me under, quickly pulling me back up and saying, “That’s for cheating! And this is for getting a head start.” He picks me up and twirls me around, tossing me back into the water.

“You know damn well I’d be watching your ass bounce as you ran ahead of me. I call that an unfair advantage,” he says as he pulls me into him and l open without hesitation. His kisses send shivers all over my body.

I consider begging him to take me right here in the ocean, but I know Lottie has plans for G later, so we will get our alone time tonight, and besides, the buildup between us is always fun.

It feels so natural to be with him and I love how he rolls with all my silly playfulness.

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I’m startled awake when a large hand grabs my breast and something hard grinds into my ass.The delicious smell of Trent surrounds me, and I smile.

I had crawled into the tent after the sun finally wore me out to take a much-needed afternoon catnap. A few moments later, I felt his big body come in and snuggle up behind me. The breeze on the beach was flowing in perfectly through the tent windows and I was out within minutes.

I grind back into Trent, letting him know I’m awake and down for whatever he’s offering. He doesn’t waste any time and slides his hands under the cover-up I’m wearing and down to my bikini bottoms. Just as his finger rubs through my wet folds and he groans, Lottie pokes her head in the tent with an oh shit look on her face. “Uh shit, sorry! I can’t exactly knock, and I didn’t hear anything, so I thought it was safe to wake you guys. It’s time to start the fire, Trent.”

T and I both bust out laughing at Lottie’s discomfort and tell her we’ll be out in a second.

I turn in his arms and give him a long kiss laced with promises for later. “Let’s go help them. We will get our fun tonight.”

He growls at me but agrees, probably only because he knows it’s Greyson’s birthday.

Trent stands up, adjusting himself to hide his hard-on in his swim trunks.

“If you’re that wet from a little grinding, I can’t wait to see you dripping down your leg by tonight, doll.” My dirty boy winks.

An hour later, the fire is roaring, and we’ve just finished eating our hotdogs, along with some delicious potato salad and coleslaw that Mrs. Manning made for us.

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