by T L Swan
Adrian fakes a smile at Cameron. “You’re so funny,” he mouths.
Natasha’s eyes meet mine through the crowd and I melt. She smiles broadly and her dimples nearly split her face. Then she walks over to me and wraps her arms around me.
“Dance with me my beautiful fiancée?” she whispers.
I’m with my love and we are getting married. Anything from here is just icing on the cake.
Chapter 3
Natasha’s tight body grinds up against mine on the dance floor. She has a look in her eye, the one that only she can give. She’s so unbelievably hot, and she wants it from me… hard. Wearing a bikini and a sarong, her hair loose and curly from the pool, her natural beauty is the ultimate aphrodisiac. “Josh, I need you,” she whispers in my ear as she gently takes it between her teeth. I feel my already hard cock throb between my legs and I close my eyes to hold off the arousal. How does she get me like this in public? So out of my head with need that I can’t see straight. Her mouth comes to mine and she gently swipes her tongue through my open lips as her open hands run up and down my back, over my shoulders and down over my biceps. “I want you in my mouth,” she whispers as her gaze drops to my lips, and the throb once again clenches in my stomach. “I want to taste you,” she murmurs and I can’t help it, I crack my neck hard to the left.
“There it is,” she whispers, her eyes holding mine as she licks her bottom lip seductively.
“There what is?” I question as I smile—she’s so perfect.
“The fucking hot neck crack.” She grinds her pelvis up against mine hard as she pulls my behind into her and I clench to stop myself. I need to get her home. She’s going to orgasm here without me. I slowly grind her onto my pelvis and rock her onto me, up and down, up and down. She throws her both hands behind my head and practically climbs my body. That’s it. We’re out of here.
“We are leaving,” I whisper as I bite her neck hard.
“After this song,” she whispers. I frown as I try to make out what song is playing.
“As Long as You Love Me.” She kisses me gently and tenderly brings her two hands to my cheeks.
“As long as you love me?” I smile and she nods slowly. “I will sing it to you when we get home presh,” I whisper into her ear. I have no idea what this song is.
She smiles warmly with those killer dimples. “Because that’s all that matters Josh.”
I frown once again in question. “As long as you love me. That’s all I’ll ever need,” she whispers. “As long as you love me, Joshua,” she repeats again as she presses to get her point across.
My eyes close in reverence. That’s all I will ever need too. “Fucking hell, you are going to cop it tonight,” I growl.
I grab her hand and lead her to the door. “Are we not telling the others we are leaving?” she asks, looking around for them.
“They’ll work it out,” I reply. We leave the bar and start to make our way up the hill towards my house. It’s hot and steamy and the streets are filled with people.
“Josh… sshh wait.” Natasha stops dead still and I turn to look at her in question.
“Can you see that?” she says breathlessly in excitement.
I frown in question.
She gestures in front and behind us and looks at me excitedly. I look around.
“I don’t see anything,” I reply.
She smiles broadly and points at me. “Exactly my point. There is no one following us, there is no one in front of us. Nobody is driving us or guarding or eavesdropping on us and I don’t have to watch what I say and I could just have sex with you right here if I wanted.” She throws her arms up in the air in excitement.
My heart drops. “Do you really hate it that much?” I ask.
She senses my hurt. “No Josh, it is a small trade-off to have you in my life, but I am very much enjoying it tonight.” She kisses me gently. “Private time with you is a rare gift.” We stand still for a moment, locked in an embrace and enjoying the peace and the time alone.
We continue up the hill and walk past a shop. “I need some water. It has to be 40 degrees,” I mutter and I duck into the shop and buy some water as Natasha waits out the front. She’s right—it is amazing not having anyone else around.
Natasha
I stand waiting for Joshua outside the shop. What a freaking awesome night. I hold my hand out in front of me to look at my ring again and I smile broadly. I love it, I can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Is this really happening?
“What’s a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?” Joshua asks sexily as he emerges from the shop. His eyes drop down my body and he gently cracks his neck.
Arousal fills me at the sound of his sexy voice. “Waiting for my fiancé,” I reply smoothly.
He raises his eyebrows. “Engaged, that sounds old.”
I smirk and look around. “You had better get out of here before he gets back or he will pummel your ass. I don’t want any trouble.”
He walks up to me and slowly cups my breast with his hand. “Maybe it’s your ass that needs to be pummelled.” he purrs.
My eyes widen and I look around nervously. Shit, is anyone watching us?
“Why don’t you let me show you why you shouldn’t marry this guy?” he whispers.
I smile broadly as I take his bottle of water from him and take a drink. “You think I shouldn’t marry this guy?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, I don’t.”
“He’s a Lamborghini,” I smirk.
“Pfft, he’s a motorbike. The girl who gave him that name was deluded.” He smirks.
I smile again, I like this game.
“What’s your name?” he asks as he runs his hand down along my jaw and then down my clavicle to finally cup my breast with his hand. His thumb brushes back and forth over my nipple through my bikini top.
“Precious,” I whisper as his touch steals my ability to speak.
His eyes drop to my lips and he gently swipes through my open mouth with his tongue.
“I bet you are,” he whispers as his hand goes to the back of my head to hold me still.
“Precious,” he whispers as he lifts my chin so that my face meets his. “We are going to go over to the beach. I have something I want to show you, something I want to talk you out of.”
I look around to the beach behind us as I play along. “But my fiancé will be back soon and I’m not that type of girl,” I whisper.
He bends and gently kisses me again. I feel his hard arousal against my body. “Trust me, you are that kind of girl. I just want to talk to you, nothing more.” Our kiss deepens and I feel giddy as his body starts to take me over.
“Just talk,” I whisper into his kiss.
He nods. “Maybe steal a kiss or two,” he whispers between kisses. “You can do that, can’t you? Give me that before he comes back.”
I nod and smile. “I suppose,” I whisper into his lips.
He grabs my hand and we walk across the road to the beach and down onto the sand. It is darkened but there are a scattering of people. Most are walking along the water’s edge and others are at the back near the road. He leads me to the middle of the beach and lies down on his back on the sand.
“Lie on top of me,” he whispers.
I look around nervously. There are people everywhere. “But my fiancé,” I whisper.
“Your fiancé’s not here,” he snarls as he grabs my legs and pulls them over to straddle him. I fall on top of him. He grabs my head between his hands and kisses me deeply and slowly as he gently rocks me onto his hardness, backwards and forwards, backwards and forwards. As my eyes start to roll back in my head he quickly moves me so that I am on the sand and he is on his side leaning on his elbow over me. His dark eyes drop down my body and he pulls my sarong apart, his eyes lingering on my white swimmers that are glowing in the moonlight.
“What’s in here?” he whispers as his fingers start to rub me through my bikini bottoms. His dark eyes watch my lips.
He slips his fingers under the side of my bikini bottom and through my wet flesh, and his eyes close in pleasure. “Judging by how wet you are, it’s something you want me to have. Something I’m taking if I want it.” His strong fingers circle through my swollen flesh and over my clitoris. My head throws back into the sand,. I can hear people talking all around us and here he is doing this to me so publicly. We need to stop.
“But my fiancé,” I whisper again.
“You won’t be thinking of your fiancé when I pump you full of my come, I promise you that.” He pushes three of his fingers into me aggressively and I cry out and grab his forearm as if I am going to stop him, but we both know I won’t. His fingers start to work me and my legs start to open by themselves as I breathe heavily. His hand drops down and he undoes his board shorts and pulls his engorged penis out, then he aggressively grabs my hand and wraps it around him and my eyes close in pleasure. He’s dripping with pre-ejaculate, so ready… so fucking hot.
His tongue once again dives into my mouth and he starts to work me even rougher, harder and I can hear voices all around. This is too intense… too public.
“Baby,” I whisper as arousal starts to steal my brain.
“I’m not your baby,” he growls as he lifts me and positions me above him and impales me in one move.
We stay still, his body deep within mine, our breathing so laboured that we are panting. His hands drop to my hipbones and he starts to move me backwards and forwards slowly. Subtly to the outside world, but magnified between us and his dark eyes watch my lips as his mouth hangs slack.
He shakes his head and I know he is trying to hold off his orgasm. Oh, you’re going to come alright, baby. I move from my knees and bring my feet to the sand in a squatting position, my feet up near his shoulders. I know this is his favourite position.
“Fuck me,” I whisper.
He loses control and lurches deep into my body and sits up suddenly. I cry out at the change of position. His hands go to the back of my shoulders and he starts to ride me hard, lifting me up and down aggressively onto his hard length as his lips drop to my neck and he sucks me.
I cry out and lurch forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train hammers through my body.
“Fuck,” Joshua growls as he holds himself buried deep inside me and shudders as a strong orgasm rips through him. We stay still, panting heavily, both breathless. My head drops to his shoulder and he showers my face in gentle kisses.
“I think I love you,” he whispers and he lifts my chin to bring my mouth to his where I am gifted with a beautiful kiss. “You can’t marry this guy.”
I wake to the sound of birds and the filtered sunlight that is seeping through the window—we must have forgotten to close the shutters last night. Joshua is next to me on his back and fast asleep. My eyes drop and linger on my beautiful man. His dark hair is in stark contrast to the crisp white bed linen. His large red lips slightly open as he breathes and his skin is darker than usual due to all of our time in the sun. What an amazing week: unguarded time with my love, a wedding proposal and this beautiful place. I look around at our opulent surroundings and the fine white netting hanging around the bed. My eyes go back to Joshua and drop down his body, with his large thick chest rising and falling, down to the tattoo of my name branding his side, over his ripped stomach and the fine trail of dark hair that runs from his navel down to his pubic hair, and his beautiful soft penis. It’s not often I see it so lifeless. I have never met a man so blatantly sexual. I know my ex-boyfriends were nothing like Joshua and they weren’t even actually getting sex. Joshua would never stand for that—he would have just taken what he wanted. I smile, that’s what I love about him, he knows my body better than I do… knows how much it can take, and what I need. Last night he pushed me until we couldn’t go any further due to exhaustion. Our public display on the sand at the beach was followed gently and intimately in the ocean, and then by foreplay in the pool when we got home and then again in the shower before we went to sleep. Each time deeper and harder than the time before. I’m surprised he didn’t crack the tiles in the bathroom. I lean up onto my elbow and gently kiss his chest.
“I love you,” I whisper as I lie down and put my head on his chest.
His arms gently encase me and he kisses my forehead. “Good morning, my beautiful girl,” he whispers croakily.
“Good morning, motorbike,” I reply and he smiles broadly and closes his eyes. “Mmm, that guy would have said anything to get you on your back on that sand last night.”
“Would he have?” I giggle.
He nods slowly with his eyes closed. “Yes he would have, serial sex deviant for sure.”
I smile. “He seemed pretty hot to me, I would like another night with that man.”
He kisses my forehead. “Yes, you would. That’s why you’re a beautiful slut.”
We both smile. “I don’t want to go home today Josh, can’t we just stay here?” I ask.
He shakes his head. “No, we will be back here soon enough. You will love LA Tash. You just need to give it some time.” He kisses me gently on the lips and heads to the bathroom. I go to the window and put my hands on the glass and stare out to sea. This place really is paradise. What does he mean I have to give it some time? Does he think I will hate it at first? My stomach drops. I have no idea what to expect or who to trust. I’m actually really glad the girls have come with us to help me adjust.
“What are the plans for the day?” I ask as I step into the shower. Joshua gets in behind me.
“Murph is making us breakfast and then I am training while you lie by the pool like a mermaid.”
“Mermaids are overrated,” I reply flatly. “How come you never hear of mermen?”
Half an hour later we walk out onto the pool deck in Ben and Adrian’s house where breakfast is being served and I laugh as I see everyone. They all cheer at our arrival. It’s been a massive week here in Thailand. My whole life has changed.
“You all look like shit.” I giggle.
“Shut up,” Bridget retorts as she glares at me.
Adrian lifts his head from his hands. “Where did you two disappear to last night?” he asks.
“We went to celebrate alone.” Joshua smiles as he picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. My cheeks heat, it was more like a public celebration.
“Where’s Cameron?” I ask.
“In the kitchen,” Ben replies.
Joshua and I walk through the house and into the kitchen to see Cam.
He is on the phone and his anxiety level is through the roof. Joshua frowns as he listens. Cameron hangs up the phone and drops his head into his hands.
I frown at Joshua in question and he shrugs in return.
“What’s up?” Joshua asks quietly.
Cameron’s haunted eyes meet his. “The blood tests came back,” he whispers.
“And?” Joshua replies.
“I’m not a Stanton,” Cameron whispers.
What!
Dear god, my world spins as my eyes fly to Joshua.
Joshua frowns. “What are you talking about? I thought you needed the blood tests for university assignments.”
Cameron shakes his head as he leans back onto the bench and runs both hands through his hair in frustration. “No,” he whispers.
I start to hear my pulse in my ears as my cortisol escalates at a dangerously high pace.
“You’ve lost me,” Joshua snaps. “What the hell are you talking about?”
“I did the testing for paternity because I knew that I didn’t have the same blood type as you and I thought it was unusual,” he replies.
Joshua frowns. “And?” he questions. I stand still, riveted to the spot. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my fucking god.
“You and Wilson have the same blood but I don’t.”
What! Huh? I screw up my face in question. What does that mean? My head is spinning. How
can Joshua have the same blood type as Wilson? There must be some mistake. My heartbeat is thumping through my chest.
Joshua frowns again. “Speak fucking English,” he snaps.
“It means there is no way genetically that you and I have the same father,” Cameron replies.
I gently grab Joshua’s hand in sympathy and he rips it from my grip angrily. I swallow the lump in my throat as fear fills me.
“Fuck off—that’s bullshit,” he snaps.
Cameron flies into a fury. “You think I am making this up? What are you fucking worried about? It’s me that isn’t a Stanton. Not you!”
I put my head into my hands. I’m confused. What the hell is going on? How is Wilson’s blood type the same as Joshua’s?
“Hang on. Wait a minute,” I say gently, trying to defuse the situation. “Cameron, what blood type does your father have?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he replies.
I frown again. “So how do you know you are not a Stanton?” I ask.
He shakes his head sadly. “I don’t, but I know that Josh and I have different fathers. There is no way that we can be full brothers, and seeing that Josh and Wilson have the same blood type I am assuming it is me.”
“What about Scott?” Joshua asks.
“He didn’t get tested, remember,” Cameron replies.
This is a nightmare. I hold my hand over my mouth. I think I’m going to be sick.
Joshua puts both of his hands over his face and I slump into the chair. What in the hell is going on? The lie I thought I knew is another lie… to cover god knows what lie. That fucking bitch Margaret. What has she done now?
“It’s not true. That’s bullshit,” Joshua snaps.
Abbie comes around the corner. “You guys coming to eat or what?” She smiles excitedly as she pulls me into an embrace. “I can’t believe you are getting married.” She grabs Joshua into a headlock and he forces out a smile. “You did good Stanton.” She giggles.
“We will be out in a minute babe.” I fake a smile, and she picks up the serviettes and disappears back out the door. Cameron’s haunted eyes meet Joshua’s and I die a little inside. Now is the time, I have to tell them now, but do I tell Joshua alone or with Cameron? And what do I know? I don’t know the truth that’s for sure.