Chapter 32 #3
No matter the distance, we always show up. I’m gonna miss Mario so much when he flies back to London. I wish I could convince him to move to Sweet Haven but with Nick over there now too, I’ve got no chance.
Swayze nudges me with his shoulder, moving closer to murmur in my ear.
“Remind you of anything, Angel?” He flashes me a cheeky wink and that’s all it takes for my pulse to riot.
Not my heart…
The one down there.
Because now’s the perfect time to be thinking about one of the most erotic experiences in my life, while handcuffed to the orgasm giver and surrounded by our families, right?
Not like I can yank his shorts down and sit on his dick.
Although, if you ask my pussy right now, she’s solidly in camp “Hell yes, you can.”
Oh my god, stop thinking about Swayze’s dick, Mia. Your mom’s right there.
So much for freakin’ friendly fun.
“Now, line up, everyone. The first task is the beach ball race. You have to hold a beach ball between your chests and race sideways toward me. First couple over the finish line wins. If you fall over, you’re out for the round. Ready? Bame.”
Swayze slides the beach ball between our chests, bracing his free hand on my hip, and we’re off.
The beach dissolves into mayhem when we see my mom and dad trip and fall into Swayze’s parents, who land in the sea. Nick trips over his own feet, laughing at them, leaving just us and the toxic twins. Pete’s choosing violence if the look on his face is anything to…
Wait, is he heading toward us?
“Brace yourself, Wolfie. Pretty sure the toad’s gonna try and sideswipe us.”
Swayze growls, his brows dropping low, while his fingers tighten on my hips.
I see his shoulders square in real time just as Pete throws himself into Swayze, trying to force us off balance.
Luckily, thanks to Swayze’s broad shoulders and my amazing foreshadowing, Swayze’s ready to push back, so Pete bounces off his back and straight onto his ass, pulling my cousin down with him. Swayze’s mouth tips up in a smirk and I burst out laughing.
Ha! That’s gotta hurt.
“Winners of this round are our newlybangers, Swayze and Mia. Bravo! Line up behind the tables for round two.”
Newlybangers? Where the hell does this guy get them from?
We shuffle over and I don’t miss Pete’s hiss as we pass him. Real fuckin’ mature, asshole.
“There are ice cubes on the table in front of you. Using only your mouths, one of you has to pick up the ice cube, pass it to your partner, who spits it out into the bowl.”
Swayze and I shuffle around, attempting to find the best angle for me to pick up the ice, which sets off a round of giggles. Eventually, we bend together, laughing hysterically, while I try to grab the ice cube which keeps slipping from my lips.
“Come on, baby, you got this. You’re amazing with that mouth,” Swayze’s low gruff words send a shiver down my spine.
“Disgusting,” Pete sneers, really on the warpath today.
Well, if he thinks that’s disgusting, wait till he gets a load of this.
Finally securing the ice cube between my teeth, I turn to face Swayze.
Gripping his shirt with my free hand, I pull him down and he opens his mouth over mine.
I pass the partially melted ice cube over, but before he can pull away, I tighten my hold, snaking my tongue into his mouth to toy with the ice.
He growls, pulling my hips into him with his free hand until the entire length of my body is crushed against his. Forgetting where I am entirely, I lose myself to his lips, his tongue, his smell, pushing myself up on tiptoes to deepen the kiss.
“Oh god, not again. Get a room already, you horny fuckers.” Nick shouts with a laugh.
We pull away and Swayze blinks away the cloud of lust in his eyes before laughing. “You’re not wrong. The ice cube’s long gone, my girl’s too hot.”
“Bravo, Mia mou. That’s how we Greek women do it!” My mom shouts.
“Oh god. Take me now.” I bury my head in Swayze’s broad chest with a groan. Fuck my life. I’ve never heard my mom refer to sex this much and despite what I do… well, parents are a hard limit.
This guy apparently has no such issues, his chuckle vibrating through me as he playfully squeezes my ass. “Anytime, anywhere, anyhow baby.”
The rest of the afternoon goes in a similar vein, although we start to deliberately fumble some of the games so Nick and Layla get crowned couple of the day.
We come second, Swayze’s parents third, mine fourth, and Pete… welp. I think you know what’s coming. He marched over to Mario and grabbed the key off him, ripping off only his handcuff, before storming off down the beach, leaving my cousin alone staring after him.
He’s such a catch. Like herpes.
God, back in the day, I’d have run after him like a sad little puppy. Thank fuck I woke the hell up. I can’t even believe I’m thinking this, but maybe I should be thanking my cousin instead of hating her. Clearly, she did me a favor.
We spend the next few hours eating and laughing with our families. By the time Swayze and I get back to the room, we’re relaxed, full from the kebabs we ate, and more than ready to chill together.
In fact, I’m pretty sure there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.