Chapter 10
10
Spencer
I can’t stop fucking her.
For two days, it seems like all we’ve done.
We’ve neglected everything about this vacation. Gone are the dinner reservations. Our butler, Agustin, is getting a workout, bringing us meals and water. I’m pretty sure that guy knows exactly what’s going on behind these honeymoon suite doors. I’m also certain that’s the reason security hasn’t come by for a wellness check.
In the few times we’ve ventured outside, I wound up finger-fucking Cortney in a cabana by the lazy river. She’s so primed and ready for me that it didn’t take but a few minutes to get her off. She came on one hand while I smothered her scream with the other. It was the hottest experience of all my forty-one years on this earth.
Being here with her is like popping a sleeping pill without the miserable side effects. All the sex keeps my demons at bay. The nightmares of losing Lucas that rise with the dark. It’s not every night but often enough to keep me from consistent sleep.
The vigorous activity has me slumbering like a newborn, and we’re finally sharing the bed.
Unfortunately, the week is half over. Reality is waiting for me on the other side of this brief adventure.
Drinking my coffee in a small café off the lobby, I wait for Cortney to finish checking in with the concierge. She had to reschedule some adventure from yesterday when we didn’t get out of bed until three. My dick throbs at the memory of sliding deep down her throat.
I dribble coffee over the rim when she appears around the corner. The lacy cover-up is doing fuck all to hide what’s underneath. Her string bikini top is red today, cut in two isosceles triangles that seem dangerously close to exposing a nipple.
“Do you know your phone is blowing up?”
“What?” I look over at the device on the table. Sure enough, the screen keeps flashing with texts from my brothers’ group chat. “It’s nothing.”
“Sibling check-in?”
“I suppose you’ve got one too?”
“Yes, but unlike yours, my brothers actually know where I am.”
“But not with who.” I wink. “Where are we off to today?”
“They were pretty booked up for last-minute excursions. We’re going on a catamaran and snorkeling.”
I play with the bill of my hat. “You have fun with that. I’ll stay on the boat.”
She tilts her head playfully. “Let me guess. You can’t swim?”
“I can swim. You’ve seen me swim.”
“Our infinity pool doesn’t count.”
I love the way she calls it ours. Not loving the T-minus three days until we’re back home, and this all becomes a distant memory.
“I meant all the summers we spent hanging around Twig Lake.” I spin the sterling wedding ring on my finger with my thumb.
“Right. I forgot about that.” Her smile is apologetic. “So it’s not the swimming that scares you.”
“I’m not scared.” I fix her with a glare.
“It’s the ocean. Aw, Spencer, are you scared a shark will eat you?”
“I quite like all my limbs, thanks.”
Her hand slipping into mine eases the tension in my neck. “Don’t worry. I’ll protect you.”
“Kitten, I love your enthusiasm, but I don’t think you have those skills. We grew up in a landlocked state.” I let her lead me to the transport van while my gut screams at me, What the fuck!
“Ollie showed me a video once about sharks and how you just have to redirect them.” She pushes on the healthy side of my face, demonstrating how she will redirect the ocean monsters. “Boop. See? It’s that easy. They know you aren’t food, and they swim away.”
“Did you just boop me?”
“I’m teaching a lesson.” She repeats the motion.
I dig my heels into the threshold of the resort. “ Babe. You are not going snorkeling.”
“Spencer, it’s fine.”
“You know I’d sacrifice myself if you’re in trouble. You do know that, right?”
“I do now.”
We pause outside the idling white van. “Good. So why don’t we both head back to the room where it’s nice and safe and neither of us has to risk our lives?”
Cortney rises onto her tiptoes to plant a kiss on my cheek. If I thought it’d help me get my way, I’d break my own rule and kiss her right on that fucking sweet mouth.
“Get in the van.” She has the audacity to pat my ass.
“Any other fears you want me to face while we’re here? Cliff diving? Why don’t we try that next. How about parasailing? Heights and sharks at the same time.”
The eight-person van is already full, leaving only two spots in the very back. I squeeze by the other passengers with a scowl.
“This is the last included excursion for the trip. Humor me one more time.” She bats her eyelashes.
I zero in on her mouth. “You’re lucky you’re so fucking sexy.”
“Consider it crossing off your bucket list since I don’t imagine you’ll get out again in the next fifty years.”
“Kind of you to assume I’ll live that long.”
She snorts. “Whatever, Spence. You’ve somehow managed on your own this long. I’m sure it won’t be a problem.”
“Unless I run into a hungry shark.”
Cortney’s head is down, digging into her beach bag. Her lack of response effectively ends the conversation.
I sit in broody silence. An elbow keeps digging into my side. After the sixth jab, I glance in her direction, only to find her thumbs typing furiously over her phone screen.
“Sibling check-in?” I try to smirk, but it falls flat with my irritation.
Her head remains down, phone in her face.
“Cort?”
Tap. Tap. Tap.
“One sec,” she mutters.
I run a hand over my jaw. The growth pricks my palm. I should have shaved this morning, but someone wanted to join me in the shower enclosure, and we lost track of time. Closing my eyes, I hold the image of our morning well spent, using the memory to distract myself.
It only works for so long before that distraction begins to get my dick’s attention. Shifting only does so much to make spare room in my shorts.
“Sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if it was your siblings—”
She cuts me off with a frustrated sigh, resuming whatever conversation is taking place on her phone.
“Everything okay?” I ask, concern rising.
“Just give me a second,” she says. The force of her exhale blows a thick strand of hair off her face. “Sorry. I just need a minute.”
I give her a minute. Two. Five. Soon enough, we’re pulling up to the snorkeling company, and she still hasn’t said a word.
“We’re here.”
“If only he’d shut up, I could put my phone away.”
“Who are you talking to that doesn’t know you’re on vacation?”
We follow the other passengers out of the van.
“Oh, he knows I’m on vacation. That’s precisely why he’s texting me.”
I sharply stop walking, and Cortney runs into my back. “Geez, Spence. Keep moving, will you?”
Her teasing tone mixed with my nerves work like an ignition spark and a gas valve. One-click too many, and those built-up emotions ignite.
She squeaks as I grasp her wrist and pull her to the other side of the van away from prying eyes.
“Who’s texting you?” The direct question comes out like a demand.
“Sebastian.”
“Why the fuck are you responding to that asshole?”
Cortney’s phone vibrates in her hand, drawing her gaze back to the flashing screen. “He suddenly wants to apologize. I thought I could tell him he has no chance, but he’s not having it.”
“Stop responding.”
“You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
“No, I don’t.” Plucking her phone from her fingertips, I move into her space. “But you’re on your dream vacation, wearing a sexy bikini, about to get on a boat so that you can get into the ocean and swim with the fish. I don’t know why you’d want to spoil all that by giving him a second of your time.”
Our chests brush together as she inhales deeply.
“I thought I could get him to stop.”
“He’s not going to stop, Kitten, because he’s realized he made the biggest fucking mistake of his life. So make it really hurt and stop giving him your attention.”
She watches my fingers tap on her screen. “What are you doing?”
“I’m blocking his number for the remainder of this trip.” I tuck her phone into her woven beach bag.
“Are you jealous?”
“What makes you think that?”
“Seems to me like you want all my attention to yourself.”
“And what if I do?”
My hands settle on her waist, giving her a solid squeeze.
The admission catches her off guard, elongating her silent pause.
“I’m about to get into the ocean, somewhere I have no desire to be, and I have to watch all the men in the immediate vicinity staring at you in that tiny bikini, wishing you belonged to them, while I have to spend the entire afternoon not fucking you back in our villa so yeah, a little of your attention would be appreciated.”
“You’re thinking about fucking me?”
I throw my head back and groan at the cloudless blue sky. Returning my eyes to hers, I lean in and drop my voice. “I’m always thinking about fucking you. In case you forgot, this fling has an expiration.”
Sensing the argument subsiding, Cortney wraps her arms around my neck and leans into my chest.
“The good news is this is our last excursion. I promise not to find any more so you can spend our last two days here…” With her smirking mouth at my ear, she finishes, “Fucking me.”
“Don’t make promises you don’t intend to keep.”
“Oh, I intend to keep it.” Her palm skates solidly over my hardening cock. “You aren’t the only one trying to get their fill before this is over.”
“Wish you would have said that earlier. We could be back at the resort right now.”
“And miss an opportunity to drag you somewhere against your will? Not a chance.”