Chapter 19
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Bryn’s dress flowed around her legs, her hair flying behind her as she raced toward the closest beach cabana.
I could’ve easily caught her, but I was enjoying the view too much.
And based on the scene she’d read aloud from the novel, I had a feeling Bryn was enjoying the chase just as much as I was.
I might not be wearing a mask or stalking her through a dark forest, but I was definitely going to catch her, pin her down, and make her beg for it.
The idea of pinning her down made my dick press against the zipper of my dress slacks.
Though what I really wanted was to make Bryn mine both in and out of the bedroom.
My earlier conversation with Talia came to mind, but I pushed those concerns away.
Right now, Bryn and I were alone in paradise.
And I wasn’t going to let anything intrude on that—not my concerns for the future, the drama with my brother, or anything else.
Bryn glanced at me over her shoulder, laughing as her feet left little divots in the sand. I was gaining on her. I could’ve ended the chase, but I was taking my time. As we neared the cabana, she met my eyes, taunting me.
During the day, you could rent one for five hundred bucks a pop. But at night, they were unattended and unoccupied. Perfect for our current purposes.
“Got you,” I said in a gravelly voice, snagging her around the waist and pulling her so her back was flush to my front.
She was breathing hard, our chests rising and falling in unison as I walked us inside the hut with my arms still around her. The wood floor was covered with a woven rug that softened the sound of Bryn’s sandals when she dropped them at her side.
Three sides of the cabana were made of wooden slats meant to mimic the look of traditional island louvers, though they remained in a fixed position.
It allowed for air to circulate and provided some semblance of privacy but not much.
The side facing the ocean was fitted with thick white curtains that were currently tied back.
“Now that you’ve caught me…” she panted, and I knew it wasn’t solely from the exertion of running across the beach. A lot of it was due to the anticipation. “What are you going to do with me?”
“Whatever…” I kissed her neck where it met her shoulder, prompting her to moan. “I…” I used my teeth to grab the strap of her dress and tug it down her arm, and goose bumps bloomed in my wake. “Want.” I licked up her bicep, and she shivered.
I slid one hand up to cup her breast, using the other to unlatch the tie-back and close the curtain. I knew we were short on time if we wanted to avoid getting caught. Plus, the wedding toasts would be starting soon, and it would be noticeable if the sister of the bride were missing.
I gathered her dress in my hand, the fabric flowing over my arm.
The material was lightweight, but there was a lot of it.
And it was starting to annoy me, despite how hot she’d looked in it.
Finally, touching skin, I smoothed my hand down her stomach and beneath her lace underwear.
She groaned, swirling her hips, and I had to bite back a groan of my own.
“Shh.” I nipped her ear with my teeth. But that only seemed to drive her even wilder.
She reached behind her back to tease me through my pants, rubbing my already-hard dick until I was positive it was leaking. All the while, I toyed with her clit, spreading her folds and running my fingers over that tight little nub in a way I’d learned would set her off.
“Oh god,” she panted. “Oh fuck.”
I kept one hand on her clit but slowed my efforts. “What did I tell you about being quiet?” I growled against her skin.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promised.
She placed her hand over mine, urging me to move once more. She was wet and desperate, and I ached to be inside her.
Since I was skeptical that she could, in fact, remain quiet, I slid my hand up her throat. She moaned and leaned into my hold, which made me want her even more. Fuck. Every time I pushed her limits, she pushed right back. It was hot.
I pressed two of my fingers against her lips, sliding them inside her mouth.
I’d hoped that would keep her occupied while I resumed my efforts, but now I was the one having trouble staying silent.
Because she sucked my fingers greedily, and I could so easily imagine her doing the same thing to my cock.
I rocked against her, seeking the friction I so desperately craved.
Her movements became more frantic as I whispered filthy words of praise and encouragement. I loved seeing her let go like this. She was so uninhibited and unrestrained, so beautiful. And it wasn’t long before she came, shuddering in my arms. A satisfied groan rumbled quietly through me.
She spun to face me, eyes wild and hungry. She looked deliciously messy. Her lips were puffy. Her chest flushed with color. The top of her dress was barely hanging on, so I gave it a helpful tug before growling my appreciation.
“Fuck, angel. You are something else.”
She preened, and I sucked her nipple into my mouth. She gasped when I swirled my tongue around the hardened peak.
“Too much?” I asked, peering up at her.
“Too good,” she husked. Her movements were frantic as she unbuckled my pants. The hiss of the zipper seemed louder than normal. “I’m trying to be quiet, but I don’t know if I can.”
Fortunately, the crash of the waves provided some background noise. But if anyone happened to walk by the cabana, they would have no doubts about what we were doing.
“You seem to do better when your mouth is occupied.”
She draped her arms around my neck, pulling me to her until our mouths met in a sloppy, desperate kiss. I growled my appreciation, struggling to remain quiet, especially when she reached inside my pants, taking my cock in her hand. A zing of pleasure shot down my spine.
It felt so good. I was already so close.
“Fuck.” I swallowed, wanting to make it last. Wanting to make it good for her.
She smirked. “You were saying something about being quiet?”
I smashed my mouth to hers, ravishing her with every stroke of my tongue. And she was just as eager, just as aggressive. I fucking loved it. Loved that we could be slow and sensual or fast and flirty or whatever we wanted to be.
I didn’t even realize she’d guided me over to the couch until it was pressed up against the backs of my knees.
She placed her palms against my chest, giving me a gentle shove.
It didn’t do much to move me, but I took the hint and sank down on the cushions.
When she began to lower to her knees, I grabbed her wrist and shook my head.
As much as I would love to see her take me in her mouth, we were short on time, and I wanted to make us both feel good.
“But I wanted to…”
“Later,” I rasped. When we’d have more time. “I want to kiss you. Come ’ere.”
She grinned and stood, straddling me before sinking down on my lap. Her dress billowed around us, blocking my view, which was a damn shame. She was still wearing her underwear, but they were soaked.
I ran my hands over her body, loving how disheveled she looked. It matched how I felt.
When she’d stepped onto the aisle, the sight of her had sucked the air from my lungs.
She was gorgeous, radiant in a pale blue dress that matched the color of her eyes.
And with every step she’d taken toward me, the dress flowed around her, providing tantalizing glimpses of her thighs, thanks to the deep slit.
As much as I’d loved her dress earlier, I liked it even more now.
The top had long since been abandoned, fluttering around her waist. Her tits bounced as she swiveled her hips, creating the most torturous friction.
My hands were on her waist, and my eyes rolled into the back of my head. I was going to lose my damn mind.
I swirled my tongue around her dusky pink nipple, loving her quiet mewls of desperation. She clutched at me as if trying to hold on to reality. I wasn’t even inside her, and we were both out of control.
“Please tell me you have a condom,” she said, gasping as she slid along my length.
Her hooded eyes and the impatient rocking of her hips said it all. This was going to be fast and wild, a little out of control. And I wouldn’t have wanted it any other way.
“I…” I squeezed my eyes shut, gripping her hips. “Fuck. No. I didn’t grab one.” Because I hadn’t expected this.
“My recent physical came back with no issues, so I would say eff it. But…” She glanced away. “I’m not on birth control.”
Oh fuck. Oh… I ground my molars in an attempt to keep my mouth shut. I wanted that so badly. I wanted to be inside her. I wanted no barriers between us—physically or emotionally. And I was honored by the trust she placed in me.
But I also didn’t want her to have regrets.
This wasn’t the kind of decision you made in the heat of the moment.
Yes, Bryn wanted kids, and I’d always wanted a big family.
And the idea of Bryn carrying our child was one of the hottest things I’d ever imagined.
But there was no way we should consider having a baby together when I wasn’t even sure if we were together.
It merely reaffirmed what I’d already known—Bryn and I needed to discuss what this was. What we wanted our relationship to look like after we returned home.
Now wasn’t the right time, but I wasn’t going to put off this conversation much longer. We needed to talk, and I vowed that I would do just that—tomorrow. For now, I was going to do everything in my power to show her just how much she meant to me.
“Frasier?” she asked.
“I, uh—” I cleared my throat, struggling to hold it together. “Sorry. My physical was also good.” But this was all so new, and I had no idea what she was thinking about us or our future. “You could sit on my face, or…”