Chapter 35
S CARLETT
I completely forget about our conversation after watching him prepare dinner for me.
We eat outside, and no matter how much we dance around the topic, I can’t ignore how spellbinding the place is.
It’s not big or pretentious.
It’s just perfect to feel at home. We have dinner, drink wine, and enjoy our dessert, and I have to confess to him that this is probably one of the best Christmases I’ve ever had.
“Are you up for a swim?” he asks as we finish eating.
“Now?”
“Yes. The pool is heated.”
I look at the water gently rippling in the blue-lit pool.
It looks enticing, but I never thought I’d swim this evening, so I didn’t come prepared.
“I don’t have a swimming suit.”
A smile tugs at his lips.
“Who said you needed a swimming suit? No one can see you.”
Other than him, of course.
It’s interesting how self-aware I have become.
He spread my legs open and pumped into me, and now I’m suddenly shy about lapping around the pool in my birthday suit.
“You can keep your panties on if it makes you feel better,” he says––how generous of him––and he pulls his top over his shoulders before shedding his pants and shoes.
Wearing only boxers, he walks away from me and dives into the clear blue water before spending a few seconds swimming at the bottom.
My eyes remain on his muscular body as I take him in.
What a beautiful man, I think to myself before he resurfaces.
“Are you coming or not?” he says, placing his hands on the concrete edge and shaking the water from his hair, a dazzling smile on his lips.
“You’re enjoying this, aren’t you,” I say, rising from my seat.
He drops his gaze.
“Take your clothes off, baby. It’s only us.”
Pacing myself, I take off my clothes and walk to the edge of the pool in my underwear.
“You want me to remove your bra?” he asks.
“I wouldn’t mind it,” I joke, dipping my toe into the pool.
“You don’t believe me?” he says, a playful smile on his lips as he moves closer to me.
I gesture at him, laughing.
“No, no. Stay away from me. I know what you’re up to,” I say, retreating. “Let me get in first.”
“Sure. Do it, baby,” he says, crossing his arms over the concrete edge of the pool and looking at me with sly eyes.
I know he’s up to something, yet I take the first few steps toward the water when he pushes himself up, and I scream at the menacing wet body lunging at me.
We laugh as he wraps his arm around me, unfastens my bra, and tosses it away.
He looks down, water dripping from his chin.
“You are so beautiful, Scarlett,” he says with a hint of emotion in his voice, moving his hand unhindered over my chest.
My nipples react quickly, and I’m no longer sure we’ll make it into the water when he lifts his gaze to my face, grasps my chin, and crashes his lips onto mine.
I slide to him as if dragged by a magnetic force and shudder when he loops his arms around me and pushes his fingers down, removing my panties without breaking the kiss.
Soon my sensitive clit pulses swept by the breeze.
My hands glide over his back before slowly coming to his front and rubbing his hard-on through his soaked boxers.
We deepen the kiss while he pushes his hand down my rear and presses his fingers against my center.
“Are you sure you want me to swim with you right now?” I ask, panting already.
He laughs against my lips.
“Probably not right now. I want to put my cock into your beautiful mouth first,” he says, cupping his erection and dragging me to the lounge chair.
He picks up one of the pillows and drops it to the ground.
“Watch your knees,” he says, grinning.
“I can crouch down.”
“I’m sure you can. I don’t care how you do it at this point. Just get down and do it.”
EWAN
She opens her mouth and takes me into her mouth.
Her lips are molded on me, her cheeks hollow, her eyes closed, her hand moving up and down, spreading the wetness of her mouth, the other cupping my balls.
Her hair falls down her back and covers her cheeks, and I pull it all into my fist and lift it so I can see her face while she’s bobbing her head, sucking on me.
I want this woman.
I want her for more than sex in a motel or a vacation in Florida. I want to share with her more than a trip, dinner, and some chatting over coffee.
But can I do that? Will she want to become someone else?
Someone always surrounded and protected by my men when I’m not there?
Someone living a life of luxury and restrictions?
Will it work?
Interesting thoughts, considering that I’m hard as steel, and all I want is to ram into her and see her cry out my name over and over again.
In the beginning, I thought avoiding getting involved with her was the right thing to do. And then I thought I could fuck her out of my system.
I was wrong on both accounts.
And now I’m thinking about changing her.
But Scarlett loves her life.
She loves to teach little kids, take care of her house, and put club owners in their place.
She doesn’t like her ex. Who does? And she never tried to find another man.
The idea of sex was something she only remotely considered without taking the steps to make it happen.
She was starved for sex. She still is. And maybe after this weekend, we’ll both figure out what we truly want.
I know what I want.
And maybe she does, too.
The problem is that she has no idea what she’d get into if she said yes to me.
I push my thoughts back and focus on her. On the present moment. There is enough time to face the ugly truth later.
She’s driving me close to the finish line when I grip her chin and tilt her face up.
“Let’s go inside,” I say, and concern fleets across her face as if she’s noticing the telling rasp in my voice.
She studies my eyes yet asks nothing, which I am grateful for, before I tuck myself back into my boxers, take her hand, and walk her to the bedroom.
SCARLETT
There was something in his eyes, wasn’t it?
That whirlpool of concern spinning at the edge of his stare. I hope we’re not on the verge of breaking up when we return home.
It’s not like me to be pessimistic and superstitious, but I’ve heard enough stories that ended like that.
This is a bit messy and complicated, and what’s worse, there is no clear distinction between what is good and what is bad.
There isn’t a perfect choice.
We have to bend our truths and twist ourselves into pretzels to get what we want whenever we can.
Maybe this is us.
Our sexual desires have been fulfilled, and now, it’s a matter of when we’re pulling apart.
Sure, this vacation is magic, and we’re celebrating a beautiful adventure with some amazing time spent on an island.
He even brought me to his brother’s house, so I could feel important and comfortable.
My thoughts get shattered as my back hits the pillows, and he pushes his boxers down.
His eyes glint with pleasure when he runs his hand over my body, from my thighs to my chest and my lips.
Tenderly, he leaves a kiss on my lips as I loop my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. My center slides around his thick erection, and his arms lift me before holding me against his body.
Our lips connect again as I rock my hips against his.
Moving as one, he enters me slowly and kisses me just as slowly. There is something different about how he enters me and kisses me now, and I wish I knew what that was.
As he changes the rhythm and makes me feel things for him, I kiss him with even more passion, and we end up making love.
His fingers move through my hair and down my body and my thighs. His lips leave me breathless.
We both come and enjoy that rush together before kissing again, and I fear something unpleasant might be in our future.
I don’t know why my mind keeps going there, but it just does. He lets his guard down, and I don’t know what else to think of this. Maybe we're trying to make the best out of spending these days together before moving on with our lives.
I swat that thought away.
Maybe there’s something else.
Maybe it doesn’t matter.
All that matters is that I can’t stop kissing him, and there I go, letting my guard down myself.