Chapter 33
SWAYZE
Smiling, I lean against the open doorframe, quietly watching my girl. She’s curled up on the pool bed staring out at the water, wrapped in a comforter burrito. The light from the setting sun casts her tanned skin with a soft golden glow, making her look otherworldly.
Every inch my heavenly angel.
After she poured her heart out to me, she’s been less tense and a lot more open. These last few days have been pretty perfect, so I silently slide my cell from my pocket, taking a quick snap to remember this moment.
I don’t think I’m kidding myself here. Something’s definitely changed between us despite her words and I’m hopeful for the first time… maybe ever.
I know she’s scared, but I think she trusts me.
The way her eyes light up when she sees me. The genuine laughs we’ve shared—real ones, not the type she’d been defaulting to for so long. She’s so much more affectionate, cuddling and kissing me even when we’re alone.
I haven’t said anything yet, but I’m praying I’ll be able to convince her to give this a real try back home.
We wouldn’t even have to change anything, since we already live together.
Well, one of us would need to switch rooms because I’m not sure I can sleep without having her curled around me anymore, but I’m not precious about it. If she wants her bed, I’ll happily sleep there.
So long as I have my girl in my arms, I don’t give a fuck where I sleep.
It’s Nick’s wedding tomorrow, then we’re here for a couple more days afterwards. That's it. Less than seventy-two hours to convince my girl to love me back.
Or hell, just give us a chance.
Our first day here seems so long ago now. Those stressful days, when I was worried about being here and having to fake it. Turns out, I was worried about nothing because I haven’t faked shit. I’ve been treating her like she’s really mine and she’s been responding in kind.
All I need to do is man up and tell her how I feel when the time is right and hope I’ve done enough to prove myself.
To prove that if she lets go of her fear and trusts me with something as precious as her heart, I’d never abuse it.
God. What the fuck, man. I need to chill the hell out. I’m so gone for this girl I sound like a Hallmark card.
Enough.
Strolling outside in nothing but my gray sweats, I sit beside her, loving the way her face splits into one of her big genuine smiles as soon as she sees me.
“Hey you.” I nudge her with my shoulder, watching her bite her lip as her eyes drop to my bare chest.
“Aren’t you cold?”
No. Being around you sets my blood on fire.
“If I say yes, are you gonna come over here and warm me up?” I arch a brow with a grin, physically unable to resist flirting with her.
“Maaaaybe…”
Hell yeah.
“I’m freezing my balls off. Get over here.”
She doesn’t answer right away, just stares up at me, those big eyes sparkling.
But when I open my arms without a word, she unwraps herself and crawls toward me—fuck me, her tank top gapes and I catch sight of those pierced nipples I love to play with.
Well, shit, I hope she won’t mind sitting on a boner.
She curls up on my lap, wrapping us both in the comforter she stole from our bed now.
“Oh hiiiii.” She grinds her ass down on my cock, biting her lip with a tiny smile.
Well, that’s me busted.
“Hey yourself.” I kiss her on the nose, watching her eyes flutter closed. Her pull is so strong, I brush my lips to hers softly.
Immediately, she whimpers, turning to wrap her arms around my neck and hold me there, deepening the kiss. My palms burn with the need to touch her bare skin so I slide them under her tank, skimming her ribs, my thumb brushing the underside of her delicious tits.
We breathlessly break apart and turn to watch the last of the setting sun. She snuggles further into me and I tighten my arms around her, burying my nose in her sweet-smelling hair.
Never in my wildest dreams did I think I’d get this lucky while we were here.
“Thank you, Swayze,” she sighs contentedly, turning back to press a kiss on the lion tattooed on my chest.
“It’s nothing.” My words come out gruff as I struggle to swallow past the emotion clogging my throat.
“No. It’s honestly everything. I’ve been a total bitch to you.
I’m so sorry for how I acted that day at goat yoga, before this trip, the last year even.
For treating you like you were the same as…
” her words trail off as she shakes her head sadly.
“After everything, you still showed up for me when you really didn’t have to.
I’m not sure how I’ll ever be able to repay you.
” She slides her hand through mine, linking our fingers.
“You’ve got nothing to be sorry about, Angel. And I don’t want repayment.”
I just want your heart.
Do I ask her now? She’s just been open and vulnerable with me. Maybe it’s time I do the same.
The sun’s setting, the moon already visible in the sky. We’re lit by the ethereal blue glow of the pool with nothing but stars in the inky dark above us.
With only the sound of the water lapping on the cliffs below, I could almost believe it’s just the two of us out here, all alone in our own little bubble. I don’t think I’ll get a more perfect moment to lay it all out there.
Just as I’m about to confess and hand her my heart on a platter, a noise shatters the silence.
She stiffens in my arms at the sound of voices.
“Let’s show that bitch what fucking a real woman sounds like.” Pete isn’t even trying to be remotely quiet, his words followed by a squeaky giggle.
Instantly, my spine snaps straight, every muscle pulled taut as anger burns through me. This idiot is trying to fuck with my girl’s head again. I growl, tugging Mia even closer to me just as the moaning starts.
Loud moans.
They sound fake as fuck. There’s no way he’s really lost in passion. It sounds more like a porno audition.
“He’s faking it,” Mia whispers up at me, her lips curling in amusement.
Called it.
“You wanna show him what real sounds like, baby?”
I thrust my hard dick against her and she doesn’t miss a beat, turning to straddle my lap. Without a word, she drops the comforter and pulls off her tank top, leaving her bare, apart from the thin scrap of lace covering her pussy.
Groaning, I crash my lips to hers before rolling her beneath me, desperately grinding my aching cock against her.
I thread a hand into her tumbling waves, ravaging her mouth before caressing the length of her neck with my lips.
“No biting, Wolff. Too close to the wedding.”
Grumbling, I lean on one arm, lifting myself off her to cup her jaw.
“I like people seeing my mark on you. Knowing you’re mine.”
“You might, but Nick and Layla won’t appreciate their bridesmaid looking ravaged in their wedding photos.”
“Fine, but I don’t like it.”
She laughs, lifting her head off the lounger to bite my lip, tugging me back down on top of her.
I grind my dick into her, pressing against the lace barrier.
With a rough growl, I reach between us, fist the scrap of lace, and rip it away, tossing it onto the deck as her hands frantically work to shove my sweatpants down my hips.
“Yesss” she hisses as soon as she frees my cock, grinding herself against it until the tip parts her soaking slit.
“Fuck, Mia, you’re so wet for me already. I could slide right in.”
“Do it, Swayze. I’ve been aching for you since that night on the beach. I don't want to wait anymore. Need the real you.”
My blood rushes through my ears, her words gutting me.
Not the clone.
Not Ghostface.
Not her right place, right time friend or the guy down for a dare.
She needs me.
“You have me, Mia. You always did.”
Goddammit. Condoms. I don’t have any on me and I don’t wanna take any chances with my girl again. Not after last time.
“Wait, baby. Condom?” I mumble against her lips because she’s wrapped her arms so tightly round my neck I can’t pull away.
“No, just you.”
“You sure, Angel?”
She loosens her hold to lock eyes with mine and nods firmly. “I don’t want anything else between us. Not this time.”
Fuuuuuck. My dick jerks, feral need ripping through me now that she’s letting me go bare again. But tonight, I can take my time. Savor her. Claim her under the stars like I wanted to.
My angel tilts her hips up and my cock slips inside her automatically because it already knows its way home.
I drive myself deeper into her and she gasps quietly into my mouth. Her hands grip my shoulders so tight, they draw a growl out of me when I feel the possessive sting of her nails digging into me.
She clenches so damn good, she practically chokes my cock and I have to grit my teeth, trying like hell to fight the desperate urge clawing within me to spill inside my girl. I don’t want this to end too soon.
Stealing a kiss, I drop my forehead to hers, my hips tilting to hit that spot I know she loves.
Her head falls back, mouth falling open on a silent gasp while her eyes wildly scan mine, shining with something that looks like… actually no. I’m not gonna say it and tempt fate.
All that matters is she’s stopped hiding from me.
From us.
Our breaths mingle, her face inches away from mine, as her pussy clenches around me again. A quiet groan rumbles free of my chest as I bury my face in the crook of her neck inhaling her addictive floral scent.
Her nails rake along my scalp, sending a shiver down my spine, while she grinds against me harder, meeting my thrusts with soft, quiet whimpers.
The cool breeze whips around us, toying with strands of her wild hair. It glows like a halo in the moonlight making her look every inch the ethereal angel she is.
I cup a breast to toy with her nipple while I suck her lip into my mouth. She softly moans, arching off the bed and—Jesus fuck—the way she clenches around me again, I’m probably two seconds away from blowing.
Bending, I stroke the tip of my nose along the shell of her ear.
“I’ve got you, Mia. Come for me, claim me as yours before I spill inside you.”
Her mouth falls open on a silent moan. I don’t break eye contact as I tug her nipple and thrust deeper.
Her lashes flutter closed, head tipping back as her hands claw at the comforter beside us.
I growl when her warmth floods me. My girl’s squirting again, just like the other day. But this time she’s finally wrapped around my cock. Her eyes snap open and lock on mine before she surges up and sinks her teeth into the side of my neck.
Fuck me.
That move sends me sailing over the edge, an intense rush coursing through me. My vision whites out and my head spins as I finally break, spilling inside her. I crash my lips to hers, smothering my groan.
Jet after jet pulses out of me, relentless, until my body can barely hold itself upright. But it keeps coming, wringing me out until I’m shaking and boneless.
Careful not to crush her, I pull the comforter back over us and roll us onto our sides, keeping my dick buried inside her.
“Mine,” I whisper against her lips as I kiss her.
“Yours.” She smiles softly, curling her arms around me, pulling me tighter against her.
The stars twinkle in the sky above us. I stare up at them, focusing on the beat of her heart thumping in time with mine as I try to commit this moment to memory.
The night my dream girl finally admitted she was mine, for the universe to hear.
I stroke my hand through her hair, trailing it down her back, when she releases a soft snore. A rush of pride surges through me as I stare down at her beautiful sleeping face.
“I love you,” I mumble into the crown of her head, still too chickenshit to admit it while she’s awake.
Maybe I’ll do it tomorrow.
I don’t want anything to steal this perfect moment from us tonight.
A shrill moan sounds out from next door again and Christ, it sounds like a donkey braying. I forgot all about the asshole.
We both did, now that I think about it. Mia didn’t scream out loud either.
No performance. No pretending.
This moment wasn’t for show.
It was real. It was ours.