Chasing the release I’ve been prolonging. Good girl.
Seeing her desire for me is a heady concoction, one I’m quickly becoming addicted to.
She’s close. The way she’s moving—the uncontrollable shaking of her thighs tells me as much. I circle her entrance with a finger, just adding the tiniest bit of pressure as I refocus my attention to that sensitive little button trembling against my lips.
Another lick, and I enter her pussy to the knuckle—adding pressure with each flick of my tongue. At once she clamps down, her walls refusing to let me move as I circle her clit.
For a second, I worry that maybe I hurt her. She’s a virgin.
The proof is right against the tip of my finger, but one look at her face and that thought vanishes. That knowledge swells my chest with pride and honor; I’ll be her first and last everything.
“Oh!” That’s all Mila says, her hips moving. Jesus, she’s beautiful like this.
Her eyes are closed, head thrown back as her walls pulse. She’s coming for me, her release running down my hand and pooling on the sheets below.
Mila releases her hold on me and I sit back, not removing my finger from within her core. “That’s it, baby,” I hiss out, my cock throbbing for release. With my other hand, I undo my pants and pull my cock out. The tip is red and angry, my skin sensitive. It won’t take me long to find my own completion. “Look at me.”
Grey orbs lock with mine, drunk on pleasure, and watch my hand move in time with her rapid breaths. On the third stroke, her pussy clamps down again, and I pulse—a shock of pleasure runs through me so fast it catches me off guard.
Fuck. I come, and hard.
The first spurt lands on the bed, but the second, right at her entrance. Our juices combine, and for a second, I regret not coming inside of her. Tying her to me in another more permanent way.
A sweet giggle meets my ears. “That was so good.”
“Was it, now?” Placing her thighs over my own, I massage the muscles there and help her relax further. “Are you tired or sore?”
“No. I’m perfect.” Mila crooks her finger at me. “Come lay with me.”
“Give me two minutes.” Placing her legs down, I get up from the bed and walk over to the en suite bathroom. I’m a sticky mess and jump in the shower for a quick rinse. Once out, I wrap a towel around myself and grab a washcloth for her. I run it under the warm water for a few seconds and squeeze the excess out.
All in all, I don’t think I was gone longer than ten minutes. Ten minutes that find me looking at a sleeping angel when I get back to our bed.
How am I going to leave her?
seven
There is nothing quite like waking to Mila’s tight little body wrapped around me, her warmth on my skin and her sweet scent invading my senses. I’ve never slept so well in all my life, and I don’t think sleeping without her in the future will be an easy task.
After finding her asleep and on her side, I gently pried her thighs apart and wiped the evidence of our fun. She didn’t stir, not a single peep leaving her lips as I took care of her and then slipped in behind for a cuddle.
Another thing I now know to be a fact: with her, I’m a cuddler. All night I kept her close, skin on skin, with a hand cupping a tit. However, some time during the night our positions changed, and I’ve become her mattress.
Her entire body is on mine—draped over me as if she’s a blanket. My cock is rock hard between her thighs while her head lies right over my heart. Thighs that are wet with my pre-come and her juices.
Decision’s made; I’m taking her with me. She’ll be my personal comfort blanket.
Mila’s thighs move, tighten for a few seconds before she hums low. “Best night sleep.”
“Agreed, beautiful.” Kissing the crown of her head, I reach down and slap her ass. Her pussy clenches, and lips flutter against my girth. “Your new purpose in life is to be by my side at all times.”
At once, Mila stills. “Nicholas, please,” she whispers, and then pushes off my chest with one hand. Her sleepy, warm eyes meet mine, and in them I see a touch of sadness. “I wish I could…but can’t. At least, not now.”
“I’m sorry.” Because I am. It’s so much easier to ignore the elephant in the room with her so close, but that’s no excuse either. What she needs is a reassurance that we will work, and I can do that and so much more. Mila is it for me; I know this deep within my bones.
Seeing her on the beach awoke something in me: a sense of fulfillment. Content, where I once didn’t realize that loneliness had become something I grew to expect because of my job. Now, though, I see the more within my reach, and I’m not letting go.
My mouth parts, a second apology sitting on my tongue, when she shakes her head. “Stop. There’s no need to say anything other than you’ll come back to me in six months and we can pick up where we leave off.”
“That’s not going to work for me, Mimi.”
She tilts her head to the side, lips in a thin line. “I’m going to let you explain that before I take it for how it comes across.”
“You’re cute when trying to play angry.”
“Nick, you better…shit!” she yelps as I slip us around with her small body now pinned underneath mine. Nowhere to go. Mila’s eyes narrow, and her finger pinch my side after a minute or two. Being in this position reminds me of last night. Of her taste on my tongue. “Explain, jerk.”
“So violent.” This time, she pokes me. “Okay, give me a second, woman. You’re a bit distracting, and I’m trying to gather my thoughts.”
“If you’d just get up…” she trails off when noticing the look on my face. “Fine. Stay as you are, but answer me. What do you mean it’s not going to work?”
Lowering my face, I press my lips to hers and speak against them while my dick flexes against her slick core. “We’re not picking up where we left off, because there’s no pause in this relationship. We’ll always be, no matter where we are.” The tightness around her eyes fades at my words, and she melts beneath me. Spreads her legs wider. “I’m leaving the country, not you, baby. Never you.”
Forcing her head back against the pillow, she gives me a small smile, her lips curling at the corner. “We’re really doing this, Champ?”
“I’m not letting you go.” And that is the truth—I can’t. Never will. I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure that this woman never goes a day without realizing that I love her.
There’s no denying my feelings for her, even if the world might consider this fast. That we haven’t had enough time to explore this thing growing between us.
None of that matters, though. Not as I look into those grey eyes and my heart gives a harsh thump for her.
Time isn’t relevant here; she’s a gift I’m accepting with arms wide open.
“Mila, I—” My phone ringing on the nightstand interrupts the moment. Then as it stops, it goes off again with hers chiming in from somewhere on the floor. Jesus Christ. “Ignore it,” I tell her, and we do, until they ring again.
My girl isn’t angry, though. Instead, her small body shakes with laughter beneath mine. “They aren’t going to stop.”
“Evan is annoying as fuck.”
“Crystal is persistent.”
“Then they’re a match made in heaven.” I sigh, knowing that we need to get up. “Can you spend the day with me, Mila? Anything you need to get done and can’t cancel?”
“I’m yours until you leave.” Threading her fingers through my hair, she pulls me down for a sweet kiss that ends too soon. “Now, let me up. I’m grabbing a quick shower before calling her back.”
“Don’t want to.”
“You’ll have me here again later tonight.” She wiggles beneath me, and I groan; her pussy is slick and cradling my cock.
“I’ll agree to your terms, but you have sixty seconds to get inside that bathroom before I bed-nap you.” Mila giggles, but her amusement dies when she realizes I’m not kidding. “Fifty-five.”
Pushi
ng on my chest, she squirms, fighting her way from under me. “Move, dork.” At her octopus impersonation, I laugh and roll off. It’s difficult, but I manage to keep my eyes on the ceiling so I’m not tempted to follow her. Hard to not reach out and pull her back down when I feel her stand and begin to walk to the bathroom. “Hey, Nick?”
“Yeah.” Fuck me. Why did I look?
Mila is standing a foot from the bed in all her naked glory, the sweetest smile on her face. “I know.” And then she turns around, walking away while it’s my turn to grin. Without my having to say the words, she knows. Feels it too.
“Someday I’m going to marry that girl.”
“Where are they meeting us again?” my girl asks as we make our way through the sand after leaving her hotel room. After speaking with Evan and deciding on plans with Mila, we came back so she could grab what she needs and change.
She’s huffing beside me, trying to help me carry our stuff, but I’m having none of that and switch hands. Another thing I’ve learned within the last hour; my glare has no effect on her.
Where others cower, she rolls her eyes and tries to get her way again. Persistence should’ve been her middle name, and I also find this trait entirely too cute.
“They’re close.” Leaning over, I nip her shoulder. “Are you tired? Need a piggyback ride?”
“Is that the only kind of ride you’re offering?” There’s a spark in her eye, mischief and amusement. Mila knows the game she’s playing—the effect her teasing and taunting have. “Cat got your tongue, Champ?”
The mouth on her sometimes. One minute she’s this shy little darling I want to love and protect, and the next, I want to place her over my knee and tan that luscious ass.
Torture, her name is Mila.
“Sweetheart, keep playing with fire, and you’ll find yourself choking on my cock tonight,” I say, adding a wink at the end. At once, she blushes. From the very edge of her hairline to the two mounds that sit high on her chest, she’s flushed and my mouth waters. It reminds me of something else that’s pink and delicious.
Fuck, I wish we were back at my house—alone, where I could continue exploring every dip and curve that makes this woman my equal.
“Pervert.” Her hiss has no bite, none, and I also don’t miss the way she looks lower. How she stares at my dick, that in her presence, hasn’t fully gone down since yesterday. Something she’s enjoying—finds thrilling—each time she so much as breathes near me.
“For you? Yes.”
“Behave.”
“No shame, Mimi. You know I want you.” Throwing an arm around her shoulders, I walk the rest of the way to where our friends are. She’s quiet after that, but the hint of a smile on her lips tells me all is good. That, and the hard poke she gave me after I pinched her butt.
Evan and Crystal are already set up near a somewhat empty stretch of beach. They’re laying on a blanket and talking, while another two of our friends toss a football back and forth.
“Just in time to play,” Jake, another member of the medical staff set to take off at the end of the week, calls out. He’s not really looking at us. It’s more like he gives a head nod while throwing the ball back. Beside him is another guy I’m not familiar with, but I’ve seen him around the charity’s office a time or two. “Two on two?”
For some reason, they’re oblivious to the glare Evan is throwing their way. “Kind of busy, bro.”
“The little lady won’t mind, right, Crystal?” Jake gives her a megawatt smile, dimples on full display, and she laughs. “See, she finds me amusing.” Mimi giggles beside me, and his eyes shift back to us. “Who is this? And why the hell are you two so lucky?”
“Charming personalities.”
“Muscles all day every day,” Evan and I answer in unison while the girls roll their eyes.
“How do you two put up with them?” he asks while the other guy walks over to a cooler and pulls out a bottle of water. “Seriously? They’re cocky assholes.”
“Meh. I was tricked into this.” Crystal shrugs, and Mila nods like a bobblehead. “Kind of stuck now…they didn’t give much of a choice.”
“Iron-clad agreement.” At my girl’s response, I drop our bags and toss her over my shoulder. She squeals, peals of laughter bubbling out of her. “Put me down.”
I pretend to drop her, ignoring how her tiny fist pummel my back. “Say it’s a lie. That you are completely enamored with me.”
“No.”
While the others crack up, I walk us closer to the water’s edge. “Mila…”
“Okay!” She stops fussing and now runs the blunt of her nails up my back. “I looooooove hanging out with you.”
“Much better.” I nip the side of her thigh and then walk us back, setting her on her feet beside a red-in-the-face Crissy. “Now, behave.”
“Yes, sir.” Mila blows me a kiss and sets about stretching her blanket out. “Now, go play. Put on a good show for me.”
“You sure?” Because to be honest, I would much rather sunbathe with her. Take a swim with her.
She saunters back, then stands on the very tips of her toes so she can kiss my chin. “Yeah, I want to watch.”
“My girl gets what she wants.”
“I’ll remember that.”
The guys move down a few feet and closer to the shore. Last thing we want is to fall on or hit them with a ball, cause shit like that happens. For a while we just toss back and forth, talking shit and catching up. Everything is great, and I’m just getting ready to play a game when she strips out of her sundress, exposing the all-black halter-style bikini she has underneath.
Ignoring the world around her, Mila lies on the towel while looking at Crystal as they talk. She’s smiling, oblivious to the hungry stares while her friend keeps her entertained. And as much as everyone seeing her like this pisses me off, there is something to be said about my girl feeling safe and secure with me. That she doesn’t worry about anyone bothering her because I am here. She knows I’ll protect her.
The football slips from my fingers as I devour every newly exposed inch. Fuck, she looks good. Too good, and I’m not the only one to notice this.
One asshole, not too far from where I stand, punches his friend in the arm and takes a few steps in her direction. His smile is smug. Another cocky idiot who thinks he’s hot shit and that she’ll fall for whatever bull crap he spews. Fuck, no.
Before he’s halfway there, I pick up the football at my feet and throw it at his head. It connects with a thud, snapping his head to the side, and those around us go quiet. At his curse of pain, the silence turns into snickers, and he turns in my direction.
He takes a step, and then two more, walking my way while one of his friends pulls on his arm. They’re smarter than they look. Understand that I will hurt the punk if he steps up to me the wrong way.
He doesn’t faze me. Not one bit of his fake macho bull makes me pause or rethink my actions.
Instead, as he walks closer, I shake my head and mouth the word mine. There’s no mistaking whom I’m speaking about, either—my fingers point between Mimi and myself, making it clear she’s spoken for.
That he’s trying to bark up the wrong fucking tree.
I know my eyes are hard. That my hands are clenching at my sides—causing my muscles to bulge—daring him to come and acquaint himself with my fist.
I’m six foot three of solid muscle and an experienced kickboxer. For two years while volunteering in Thailand, I worked in a city where prizefighters train. That, and saving the life of the gym’s owner gave me the privilege of sessions with some of the best in the world.
If I can damage the trunk of a palm with a few well-placed kicks, I’ll break the wannabe in two without breaking a sweat.
My eyes flicker toward Mila, and it’s hard to keep my expression hard. She’s adorable, putting in earbuds and bobbing her head to whatever is playing. Her lips move, she’s singing, and Crystal takes one out to pop it in her own ear.
Not a care in the world,
and I like her that way.
My eyes leave her small frame for a moment, and I look back at the man-child and raise a brow. The side of his face where the ball connected is red, looks angry, and so does the scowl on his face. Not that I care, but this is his chance to move along while I’m still playing nice.
Another puff of his chest, and I stand to my full height. I crack my neck and wait.
Nothing. For three full minutes he just stands there and then, like all bitches, turns around and slinks away. Not that I expected anything different. Pussy.
A woman deserves a man that will fight for her attention. That will take on the world in order to call her his, and his alone.
Real men don’t back down. They take what they want and then treat her like the fucking treasure she is.
Like my treasure. A rare gem.
“Hey, babe?” Mila yells loudly, and I shake my head. Figures—the earpiece is still in.
“Yeah?”
“You playing or what?”
eight
Smitten. To be honest, I never understood the reference until now. That, and the word swoon.
Sure, the reference was self-explanatory—easy to picture inside my head while reading a juicy romance novel. However, these moments that women live for have evaded me until now.
Until Nicholas.
He’s the reason why I’m smiling from ear to ear at the crack of dawn while we sit on this stretch of solitary beach. Why I’m counting each of his heartbeats against my back as I perch myself on the sand between his muscled thighs.
How have I only known him for four days? The way we connect, how he gets me, has the feel of a decade-long relationship. One where we’ve been through it all and still smile each day because love will always be worth it in the end.
For the last few days, we’ve been inseparable—always together—while Crystal and Evan have done the same. It feels as if we’re squeezing months’ worth of dates into hours, but I’ve never been happier. Felt more taken care of.
No matter what we are doing, I’m his focus and he is mine.
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