At least for me.
“Not if we don’t want it to be,” I whisper back, finishing the lie on a soft sigh. Angling my head on his shoulder, I look outside. Beyond the one-way mesh that covers the open side of the cabana, I can see beach-goers lounging in the sun. Playing in the ocean. Walking along the sun-warmed sand. Angling my head on his shoulder, I look up at him. “What are the chances that no one heard us?”
“Somewhere between slim and none,” Dean chuckles softly in my ear while he gives me a slow, lingering circle around my still throbbing clit that sends a tremor down my spine. “I’m pretty sure half the island heard us, Machu Picchu—does that bother you?”
I feel my stomach start to unclench at this bit of normalcy between us. “Would you be insulted if I said yes?”
Dean’s gaze darkens, the firm angle of his jaw flexing, before he drops it to look at his hand, still pressing against the top of my cleft. “Yeah...” He pushes it through clenched teeth. “I’d be fucking insulted if you said yes, Mills.” He gives me another circle around my clit, this one heavier, almost insistent. Like he’s calling me a liar and getting ready to prove it.
“Then I guess it’s a good thing it doesn’t bother me,” Ianswer his question logically. “People already assumed—what happened is just confirmation.”
When I say it, he looks at me, his expression softening slightly. “Look… It’s okay. Nothing has to change between us,” he tells me, his blue-eyed gaze searching mine. “You don’t have to like me to fuck me.”
For a second, I don’t know what to say. “I don’t?”
His mouth tightens for a second before he pries it loose with one of his crooked grins. “Nope. Matter of fact, we cankeepfucking—as much as you want.”
I feel my forehead crumple when he says it. “And you’re okay with that?” I ask, searching his face, trying to get a read on his expression. I can’t. Hiding his feelings has always been something Dean has been good at. You never know what he’s truly thinking or feeling unless he tells you and this time isn’t any different. “Just…” Swallowing hard, I almost look away but I don’t. “You’re okay with just fucking?”
“Just fuckingis what I do, Mills.” He gives my clit another, light, lazy stroke before he finally eases his hand from between my thighs. ”Why wouldn’t I be okay with it?” Lifting his hand, Dean slips his fingers into his mouth and sucks them clean, his eyes never leaving mine.
Because it feels like another challenge, I don’t look away. Try my best to regulate my breathing while I watch him lick the taste of me off his fingers. “Because you don’t like me either.”
Pulling his fingers out of his mouth, he drops his hands to my hips to hold me in place while he pulls out of me. When it feels him moving inside me, my pussy clenches like it’s trying to pull him back in. Cursing on a quiet groan, Dean’s fingers tighten around my hips. “I like you just fine,” he tells me while he pulls out before tucking himself back into his shorts. As soon as he’s done, he lifts the split halves of my bottoms intoplace and re-ties them too. “I’m not the one with the problem here.”
Swiveling myself around to look at him, I feel my face fall into a scowl. “What’s that supposed to mean?” It’s a stupid question. I know what it means, just like I know he’s wrong. “You haveplentyof problems with me.”
Snatching up my bathing suit top on a sigh, Dean grips my shoulders and turns me so that I’m facing front again. “No, Mills,” he tells me, while he fits the bottom of my bikini top around my torso and ties it into place. “I don’t haveproblemswith you. I have one,very specific, problem.”
“Right.” When I try to turn around and look at him, he grips my shoulders and repositions me again before fitting the cups of my top over my breasts and looping its ties around my neck. “Yourproblemis that I’m an uptight, prude, spoiled?—”
Suit top tied into place, Dean drops his hand to splay it across my bare stomach. “I just fucked you, for all intents and purposes, in front of about a hundred people, Mills,” he reminds me quietly that while the people around us might not have seen us, theyabsolutelyheard us. “I had you on your hands and knees, begging for it,like the good little slut you are—and when you came for me, you came so hard I canstillfeel your greedy little pussy milking my cock…” Pulling me against him, he angles his head so that his mouth is hovering above my ear. “And that greedy little pussy of yours is so full of my cum it’s practically dripping down your leg, so you know that list of things I think about you that we keep talking about?Prudeisn’t on it either.” The hand splayed across my stomach dips a little lower, its fingertips tracing the waistband of my swimsuit, teasing me. “I think I’ve made it pretty fucking clear, exactly what and who I think you are, don’t you?”
Princess.
Filthy little slut.
My good girl.
Suddenly I can’t breathe.
“You called mespoiled,” I say because I don’t know what elsetosay. This isn’t the first time Dean has whispered dirty things in my ear but it’s the first time I’ve believed them. “Twice.”
He makes a rough noise in the back of his throat. “I did,” he admits before he drops his hand away from my stomach. “You want me to go run naked through the hotel lobby as my penance?”
“Maybe.” Turning my head, I watch as Dean moves away from me, across the bed to stand next to it. “Or maybe I’ll just make you sleep on the couch tonight.”
Head bent, he doesn’t even bother to look at me while he ties his suit closed. “No you won’t.”
“Oh?” Lowering myself onto the bed, I sit on an obnoxious scoff. “And why is that?”
“Because…” Suit tied, Dean looks up at me with a wicked grin. Leaning over the edge of the bed, he slips a hand around the back of my neck, using his thumb to angle my gaze up to meet his. “I can’t fuck thespoiled bratout of you from the couch, Princess.” Lowering his mouth to mine, Dean gives me the kind of soft, lingering kiss that would buckle my knees if I’d have been standing. When he pulls back, he gives me that smirk again—the one that says he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on me. “I called Davino’s and rebooked our dinner reservation. See you back at the bungalow.”
With that, Dean strolls out of the cabana, disappearing down the beach like nothing happened.
THIRTY-SIX
I’m barely off the beach before myphone startsblowing up. She’s not just texting me this time. She’s actually calling me and against my better judgment, I answer it.
