Chapter 4 - Gabe
Gabe
This weekend has been fucking torturous. Watching Millie parade around in her bathing suit has just about driven me mad. She’s my best friend’s sister, my goddamn skating coach, and the last thing I should be doing is playing the damn ‘yes’ game for her birthday.
Then why are you?
Because I just can’t take it anymore. I’ve wanted this woman for far too long now, and maybe, just maybe after we play a few games today, I’ll finally be able to get her out of my system.
The truth is, I know I hurt her at prom. I know she hates me because I didn’t do anything when her friend stuck her tongue down my throat. At the time, I thought I could be her date, pretend we were a couple and make that douche bag jealous with possessive touches and kisses.
But holy hell, when I danced with her and held her in my arms, there was no taming my boner.
I couldn’t let things go any further with her.
She had the Olympics to concentrate on, and I was basically her chaperone.
What kind of guy would I be if I took advantage of that—if I took her back to my place, my bed, and showed her what I really thought of her.
But I was older, and with age comes wisdom, and knowing what was best for her.
Fuck.
It was a no-win situation, and she was better off without me in her life.
But I hated hurting her. Hated the way she left with her friend, and then spent the next few years avoiding me.
But there’s no avoiding each other now. I see her every day and not being able to touch her, or kiss her, has been messing with my game.
No wonder she always wants to work on my skating skills. I’m two left feet out there during practice and games. But every time she pushes me, all I want is to push back, or rather push her against the boards and kiss the fucking hell out of her.
My fingers continue to brush against hers and yes, my board shorts are growing tighter. Hopefully the first thing she’ll ask me to do is take a cold swim. If I’m going to make it through this day, I can’t start out this fucking aroused.
“You want me to get you a drink?” I ask, as she wipes her forehead and eyes my frosted glass.
“I’ll just have yours.”
“Yesterday you didn’t want to drink after me.”
“That was yesterday.” I hand her the glass and as she puts her lips around the straw, a groan crawls out of my throat.
She momentarily stills, her gaze cutting to mine.
Yeah, I get it. We started down this path before, and I doused it with Jenny’s tongue.
This time, I don’t plan on dousing anything and I really hope this game takes us to where we both need to go.
Consequences be damned.
Then again, we did agree that what happens in the Caribbean stays in the Caribbean.
I don’t want to do anything to fuck with my relationship with Ryder.
Which means I shouldn’t be doing this at all.
Maybe I should stop it before it starts.
Jesus, if I do that again, she’ll likely drown me herself.
But it’s for the best right? I should just get up and walk away.
“I think I need lotion.” She pulls a tube of suntan lotion from her bag and hands it to me. “Would you mind?”
“Are you asking me to put lotion on you, Millie?”
“Yes.”
“Then I can’t say no.” I take the tube from her and she stretches out on the lounge chair. My dick thickens as I admire her curves and sun kissed skin I want to taste with my tongue. She moans as the sun beats down on her. “Comfortable?”
“Yes.”
I walk to the foot of her chair, and she watches me carefully as I straddle it. She shifts like she’s going to sit up but stops when I grip her legs, widen them and put them over mine.
“Oh.”
That one breathless word is like a hot caress to my throbbing dick. “This okay?”
She clears her throat. “Yes, I suppose.”
“It’s your day. If you don’t like this position, you can put me in any other position you want.”
Her cheeks warm. Is it the sun, or is she thinking of other positions she’d like me in? “This will do.”
I nod, squirt a generous amount of lotion into my palm and start at her calf.
I rub it in, slicking it all over her skin.
My hand goes higher, and higher, and as she lays there, like she’s completely unaffected, it occurs to me that she might know exactly what she’s doing—might be trying to mess with me.
Revenge.
Maybe she’s going to let me think something is going to happen between us, and then walk away to find another man’s tongue.
I probably deserve it, but maybe I can do something to ensure this game plays out to completion because, from the soft mewling sounds she’s trying to muffle with her throat clearing, there’s no denying she likes the way I’m touching her.
I guide my hand higher, moving to the insides of her thighs, and I clench down on my jaw to stop myself from bending forward and taking a delicious bite.
A seagull squawks in the distance, and I lift my head, as my fingers accidentally—on purpose—brush against her sex.
A small gasp catches in her throat and I continue to watch the bird, like I’m completely oblivious to what my hands are doing.
“This is way better than Boston,” I begin, striving to keep my voice even, despite the fact that I’m sporting a major hard-on. “Ash texted and said they got a huge storm.”
Even though I’m on a tropical island, with a clear blue sky, I’m experiencing a storm too. In my damn shorts.
“Yeah, I heard from Tanner.” She looks out across the beach. “He told me it was bad. I’m sure glad I’m here.”
“I’m glad you’re here too.” Her gaze flies to mine as my fingers once again brush her sex, and this time I make it perfectly clear that I’m conscious of my movements. “Other than your friends here, you don’t know many people in Boston yet, and I wouldn’t want you alone on your birthday.”
“I guess I could have spent it with Tanner and Maeve.”
“They’re busy with a new baby.”
I brush her warm pussy, letting my thumb graze her clit, and her breathing changes. Leaving her hanging—yes, I want her wanting more—I remove my hand and pour more lotion into my palm. “Looks like your stomach is about to burn.”
“Oh.” She glances down at her fair skin, and my gaze goes to her pert nipples. I grip her legs and tug on her until her sex is pressed up against my stomach. “I can reach better this way. But if you don’t like this position—”
“I like it,” she blurts out.
I bite back a chuckle as her cheeks turn a darker shade of pink.
I lean in and when I do, my dick brushes her sex, and from the way her green eyes are widening, she knows what this is doing to me.
I touch her flat stomach. “Hot.” Yes, her skin is warm, but everything about the woman spread before me is smoking hot, and I should not be doing what I’m doing.
I coat her stomach, and then put my hands on her chest, sliding my fingers into the cups of her bikini top, coming close to her nipples but not quite touching. She writhes, and I love how my touch is making her crazy. Once I get her all coated, I tap the side of her leg.
“Roll over.”
I inch back to give her room and the second she rolls, her sweet, round ass in the air, I nearly shoot off in my shorts. Jesus, everything about her is so tight and fit, from all her years of disciplined skating, no doubt.
A groan I have zero control over crawls out of my throat, and I drop down beside her.
Her body quivers as I brush her hair from her shoulders and back and she tucks her hands under her cheek.
I squirt the lotion on her back and take my time to rub it in.
Her skin is so soft and warm, and when she goes silent, I angle my head to see if she’s fallen asleep.
Her gaze meets mine and I grin at her. “Just checking,” I tell her.
“I’m awake.” Her voice is husky, aroused, and while I’d like to take her back to her room and put my cock into her, our game is in her hands and I sense she might want to play with me a bit longer.
I run my hands down her back, and dip into her tiny bikini bottoms, brushing my fingers over the sweet curve of her ass. My fingers glide lower and her breath comes faster as I touch her tailbone. She moves slightly and I pull my hand out to work the back of her legs.
“Can you spread for me?”
Her small intake of breath brings a smile to my face, and I reposition to run lotion on the back of her legs, every so often brushing against her sweet, pussy. My cock is so fucking hard, I’m about to take a trip back to my room to tug one out when she stretches her arms out.
“I think I’m all lotioned up.”
Thank God, because this was torturous in the best way, but I’m not sure how much more I can take. She rolls onto her back.
“Is there anything else I can do for you?”
She bites her lips and glances around. “Actually, I need to finish this book before book club next week.” My heart sinks. She’s going to read? But it is her day and if that’s what she wants, then that’s what she gets. “My eyes are tired, though. Perhaps you could read it to me.”
She picks up the book and I take one look at the sexy cover and grumble. “You want me to read this out loud?” I glance around, but no one is within earshot.
“Yes, please.”
I take the book from her and shift to the foot of her chair, pulling her legs up over me again. My gaze goes to the V between her thighs, and it’s all I can do not to bend forward, move the tiny piece of fabric to the side and slide my tongue over her.
“I forgot how much I liked ‘yes’ day,” she murmurs as she stretches out, her sexy movements teasing my aching dick. Her hand lands on her stomach, and she runs her fingers over her skin. Dammit, she knows how much she’s torturing me and she fucking loves it.
I open the book to where she placed the bookmark, and start reading.
I note her grin because yeah, she’s at a bedroom scene.
I continue to read, and it’s damn hard to keep my voice even as the blood drains to my dick.
Jesus, I knew they read some pretty sexy books, at book club, but this one is downright erotic.
“Ah, Millie.” I tap the page. “Is that position even possible?” I ask as I try to visualize what the characters are doing.
She grins. “I don’t know.” She takes the book and re-reads the section. “I think they call this the rowboat.”
“And how do you know that?” I ask with a cock of my head.
She shrugs her shoulders, and gives me a seductive, yet innocent look. “I know stuff.”
I move my body, and work to pull my legs up to my chest. I’m truly not that flexible. “I mean really, is anyone that limber?”
She pulls her legs up, and does a better job than I’m doing. “I’m certainly not.”
I shift closer to her, as described in the book, but we can’t pull the position off with our clothes on. “I’d probably shatter my balls.”
She laughs at that. “That might not be in your best interest. You might want to have kids at some point in your life.” My gaze drops to her hard nipples.
“But it is my birthday.” Mischief dances in her eyes and it’s easy to tell she’s still out for revenge.
“So I guess if I asked you to try it out, you’d have to say yes, huh? ”
Fuck me.