Page 46 of Voracious

“You need to stop,” she says, giggling. “You’re hard and there’s like thirty people in this pool with us.”

“Maybe they’re into voyeurism.” I wiggle my brows as I rock her against my dick, which is, definitely, without a doubt, harder than steel. “Will my Freckles be a little exhibitionist and fuck me in front of all these people?”

We’re drunk, happily bobbing around in the water, enjoying time together like other couples here. I like this. No, I love this. I love her. I love her so fucking much.

“I have a better idea.”

I hum and kiss her throat, on my tiptoes to keep us above the surface. “I’m all ears.”

“Let’s go to the beach.”

“I’m not into getting sand in my ass crack,” I say as she takes my hand and leads me out of the water. I wrap my arms around her as we walk to the sunbeds. “But I won’t refuse ablowjob.”

“Shut up.”

I shut up.

Once dried and clothed, Stacey takes my hand again, leading us past the fire dancers that usually have hermesmerised, down the narrow lane that opens up to the beach. We’re staying along to the right.

I grin and watch her as we pull off our shoes and walk in the sand with our bare feet.

Music plays in a nearby bar, and I spin her around twice, pull her into me to take her waist and slowly dance her backwards until her back hits the wall of a cave, water crashing just behind it.

“I always fancied you – did you know that?”

She wraps her arms around my neck. “You had a strange way of showing it.”

I lick my lips, alcohol clouding the anxiety that might stop me from talking. “I wanted you from the beginning. I wanted you so fucking much, it drove me insane. I hated you because you were my sister’s best friend. I knew you couldn’t stand me.”

Stacey’s lips part, and she silently studies the serious expression that matches my tone.

“When I got dared to kiss you, I begged myself not to fuck it up.”

She slips her fingers into my hair. “Me too.”

I want to smile, but the nerves are kind of catching up to me. “It’s only been half a year, but it feels like longer. You’re everything to me, Stacey. Everything. I think about you constantly, and I get excited when it’s time to see you. I’ve never been attracted to someone before; did you know that? Never. Not once did I come across someone I found attractive. I thought I was broken, that my emotions were limited, but I just hadn’t met you yet.”

Her eyes water, but she just listens.

“I want it all with you. I want to go home and tell everyone that we’re together, that we’re going to have kids and grow old together. Do you want to know why?”

“Why?” she asks, so softly.

I take her face in my hands, stroking hair behind her ears. “Because I love you. I’ve been in love with you for ages – it’s been all I’ve thought about. And I keep falling more in love with you every single fucking day.”

A tear slips down her cheek, and I swipe it with my thumb. “You love me?”

“I do. I’m in love with you, Freckles.”

Her bottom lip trembles, her body easing against mine. Voice shaking, she whispers, “I’m in love with you too.”

My heart explodes in my chest as I lower my head, pressing a tender, loving kiss to her mouth. “Are you going to be my forever, Freckles?”

She nods, and we both break into a smile, giggling, and kissing as I press her against the cave wall before dragging her back to where we’re staying.

“Are you recording me?”

Stacey grins, her phone raised while I try to dry myself.

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