Chapter 9
At the lake, we find Julia, Lee, Owen, and Graham loading everything onto the boat. My gaze lands on Graham in lime-green swimming trunks and no shirt. Mmm. He's so fucking sexy. I could eat him up. He catches me looking and smirks.
I take my bag and head toward the boat. As I step aboard, Graham takes my hand to help me.
The moment I'm on deck, he pulls me into his arms. He looks down at me with those intense blue eyes, tucks a strand of hair behind my ear, and kisses my nose.
“You look beautiful.” Then he brushes his lips softly over mine. I can feel everyone watching.
The guys work together to get the boat out onto the ocean.
Lee switches on the autopilot, and we gather at the stern.
Julia straddles his lap, and they start making out.
Bianca stands. “I don't know about you, but I want to get some color.” She strips off her clothes to reveal a blush-colored bikini.
Owen follows every movement. He's really into her.
Good. It'll take a real man to handle our crazy family and tame her at the same time.
When Bianca finishes undressing and starts off to lie in the sun, Owen catches her hand. “You can get some color right here.” He pulls her onto his lap, and she giggles.
Then Bianca looks at me beside Graham. Her expression says it all: I'm the only one who hasn't stripped down to a bathing suit.
I roll my eyes at her. All she's doing is increasing the sexual tension between Graham and me.
I take a deep breath, stand, and remove my shirt and bottoms, leaving my black bikini.
Graham watches intently, his eyes traveling over me as he bites his lower lip.
When I sit beside him again, he takes my calves and settles my legs across his lap.
Thank you, Graham, for not making the sexual tension on this boat any worse.
He starts massaging my calves. Mmm, that feels good. I hadn't realized how sore they were from standing at work. His thumb moves along my shin. I tense at first because my legs ache so much. “Mmm. God, that feels good,” I say, breathing deeply.
I notice Graham adjust himself. Then I hear Owen and Bianca laughing. I lift my head to find them both staring at us. “What are you two laughing at?”
Graham shoots them a glare. “Ignore them.” Bianca and Owen laugh even harder.
I frown, confused. “What the fuck is so funny?”
Bianca answers. “Graham can barely control himself. You're practically moaning about how good it feels, and you've obviously turned him on. It's funny that you have no idea how much you're torturing him.”
I shake my head. “You guys are evil.”
Owen chuckles. “Not as evil as you. I'm not the one in a bikini, moaning about how good it feels.”
I look at Graham. He's getting annoyed. “Okay, that's enough from you two.” His voice is low as he points at Bianca and Owen.
We approach a small island off the coast. I turn to Graham. “Where are we going?” He rubs my feet. “There's a local restaurant on the beach. The food's pretty good. You'll like it.” He winks. I shrug and reach for my clothes.
After the guys tie up the boat, Graham takes my hand, and we walk toward the restaurant.
As we get close, he tugs me toward the back of the building.
I have no idea where we're going. “Graham, what are we...” Before I can finish, he lifts me and pins me between his body and the wall, kissing me and exploring my mouth with his tongue. I moan into the kiss.
His hands squeeze my ass. “Fuck, Nora. That swimsuit nearly killed me. You have no idea how much I want you.” I can feel my arousal soaking my bikini bottoms. I grind against him and feel his hard erection. He growls against my mouth. “Don't play with fire, babe. I'll take you right here.”
I chuckle and slide my arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His roaming hands set my body on fire. The anticipation is killing me. I want him now.
He lowers me to the ground. “We should get back. Our friends are probably wondering where we went.” I nod, and he takes my hand to lead me inside.
Bianca greets us with a mischievous grin.
I sit down, puzzled by her expression. The waitress brings water for Graham and me.
I look at Bianca again. She's acting strangely.
She leans toward me, though her voice is loud enough for everyone to hear.
“How many?” I draw my brows together. “How many what?” Her grin widens.
“How many orgasms did Graham just give you?” I spit water everywhere and try to cover my mouth.
“BIANCA! God, you're so inappropriate.” Everyone laughs, Graham included.
Graham takes my hand. “I only kissed her. She deserves better than being fucked against the back of a building. Believe me, when we go further, it'll be after a proper date.” He winks at me. My heart drops into my stomach, and my face burns with embarrassment. He's so sweet, and so sexy.
After the restaurant, we head to the beach. Owen, Bianca, Lee, and Julia stretch out to soak up the sun. Graham watches me take off my top and shorts. I gesture toward the water, and he follows. Once we're both in, he pulls me close. I instinctively wrap my legs around his waist as we float.
“Do I tease you? I don't want you getting frustrated with me. I try...” Before I can finish, Graham presses his lips firmly to mine.
He draws back. “Yes, you tease me, but not the way you mean.
You're so responsive when I kiss you or touch you.
I love it, and it turns me on like fucking nothing else.
It's hard to control myself around you, but I'll wait as long as you want.
Don't worry about me getting frustrated. If anything, I do it to myself.” He smirks.
I notice the large scar across his pec, running up over his shoulder and down to his bicep. “Does it hurt?” I ask, touching it. He shakes his head. “No, but it hurt like a bitch when it happened. It took a lot of surgery and therapy, but I'm good now.”
I smile and kiss him. His hands cup my ass, and I feel his erection growing. “You're doing this to yourself, you know.”
He chuckles. “I can't help it around you.” He scatters kisses over my face, making me giggle. “Do you think you could leave work early Friday and come to my work?”
I give him a questioning look. “I'm sure I could. Why?”
He smiles. “I'd like to show you where I work and what I do. We could shoot some guns.” I take a deep breath and look down.
“I don't know. I've never fired a gun.” He gently lifts my chin toward him.
“Hey, don't you trust me? I'll teach you, and I'll be there the whole time to make sure you don't get hurt.
Afterward, we can go back to my place, and I'll cook dinner.”
I bite my lower lip. “You just want to show me off to your work buddies.”
He smirks. “Fuck yeah, I do. I like showing off what's mine.” My heart stops. I don't object, and he notices. Fuck. He just called me his, and I basically agreed. What does that mean?