Chapter Thirty-Nine
Max
I hate being here. Which is annoying, as it is usually my favourite place in the world.
Yet, even though my favourite person is here too, which should make it even better, it’s hell.
Lucy is still in her tiny black bikini, sitting around the table with the girls as they all drink their fancy as fuck drinks.
And here I am, in the pool, hiding my boner because of the tiny glimpse of tit I saw hanging out of Lucy's bra. I’m like a teenager on Viagra.
My mini me won’t go down; he’s just casually stood to attention, saluting everyone around me.
It's fantastic. Not.
Two days. It’s been two whole days of sneaking kisses in the dark, of hushed I love yous, of sly touches in passing.
I can’t fucking stand it. I’m annoyed, frustrated, and erect.
I don’t know how much longer I can hold on before I shout it out that I love her and that she is mine.
I swear to God, if those security guys look at her one more time, I’m going to blow a fuse.
The territorial part of me almost wants to piss all over her and mark my territory.
I have a feeling she wouldn’t like that, so I’m battling the urge.
The moment I notice them all start to get up and head up to bed, I walk along behind them. Once all the bedroom doors are closed, I grab Lucy by the wrist and pull her into my bedroom. She gasps in surprise, clearly not realising I was behind her this whole time.
“What are you doing?” She hisses, her head spinning to the door. “What if someone saw us!”
“I made sure they didn’t,” I say, tucking a stray piece of hair behind her ear. “Go and put some clothes on, we are sneaking out of here for a while.”
“We are?” Her eyes widen, an excited grin taking over her face.
“Yes. You'd better hurry before I bend you over my bed right here, right now.”
“Where are you taking me?” Lucy asks, a gleam in her eyes that I haven’t seen once since we got to Spain.
“A club, it’s only a ten-minute walk, but I think you will like it.” I tease.
The club we are going to is luckily in our resort and is also the best on the island.
The moment I heard everyone say they wanted an early night tonight, I knew I couldn’t miss my opportunity.
Of course, I’ve missed having sex with her, but I have missed just being alone in her company more.
There is a reason we get on the way we do.
She is more than just the woman I love; she is my best friend, too.
From the entrance to the bar, you have to walk around the outside on a cliff edge that’s barriered.
Making it just about safe enough for when the drunk patrons leave after a night of partying.
I heard Fallon telling the girls how much she loves it here, so I knew I wanted to be the one to show it to Lucy first.
As we round the corner, Lucy squeals in delight.
The views from here are out of this world.
We’re on the other side of the cliff now, with alcoves that lead into where the club is situated.
The bar is called ‘Cova D’en Xoroi’, or better known to us as ‘The Cave’, and for a very good reason.
It is literally inside a cave. The outside has large day beds and multiple bar areas that are lit up with fairy lights.
We’re surrounded by the darkness of the open sea, with nothing else in sight. Even I must admit, it’s stunning.
But the main event is inside the cave itself. The Ibiza-style music is pumping through the air with strobe lights illuminating the people dancing inside.
“Oh, my God. This place is unreal!” She exclaims, grabbing my hand to pull me along.
She is beaming, and fuck, it makes her even more beautiful. Her smile is taking over her entire face. I can’t help but laugh.
“Let’s get a drink first. Then baby, we are going to dance all night long.”
Lucy's mouth is opening and closing like a fish out of water. I knew she would like it, I just never realised how much. I shouldn’t be surprised; she has always been in her element when there is music.
I’ll never forget how we used to dance in my Mum’s kitchen growing up.
All of us, including Maya, would dance to the radio whenever we were waiting for dinner to be dished out.
Lucy was always the one to instigate it.
By the time we make it to the bar, her hips are already swaying to the beat as I place our order.
She isn’t dressed up, not like everyone else in here, but she is still the most beautiful woman in the room.
Her flimsy sundress just covers her arse, swishing around her as she moves.
The things this woman does to me, and she doesn’t even notice.
As soon as we have our drinks in hand, she’s backing away from me and raising her hand, beckoning me to the dance floor.
I must be a pussy whipped fool, because that one action has me following her. Like I would ever turn down the opportunity to dance with my girl.
I am mesmerised. The soft movements she makes as she spins around, sways her hips, and shakes her arse.
But even more than that is the happiness that’s radiating from her.
I wish we had more moments like this, the two of us, out in public, enjoying our time together. Rather than having to hide away.
I don’t know how much longer I can hide it from the others. How can I, when all I want to do is shout about my undying love from the rooftops?