She had my head all messed up, and she wasn't even doing anything, really. It had been just about a week of being here, and I was forgetting some of the issues I'd left behind. But did that really count if the alternative was just me getting new issues to replace those?
I kept my eyes on my plate after that. I didn't want to see the two of them laughing and flirting. I didn't want to think about it.
Everyone wanted to play a game after dinner, and I resigned myself to be scorekeeper, watching them toss a ball across the sand in some made-up game with no rules.
None of them knew what they were doing, but they also didn't seem bothered by that, content to laugh and chase the ball and each other.
It ended with Elise and Annie being picked up and dumped in the water, shrieking with laughter and outrage at the same time as Jason and Tim tried to run away fast enough to escape their rage.
It was carefree and fun in a way I'd never been before and didn't really understand, and before they were done playing, I excused myself to go inside, claiming I needed to make a call.
No one questioned it, just letting me go rather than argue and try to get me to stay out there with them.
I stayed in my room for the rest of the night, until the restless energy had me shoving the sheets back and heading outside.
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one with that idea, since Elise was sitting there on the swing, mercifully alone.
"What are you doing out here?" I asked her, eyeing her as I stepped onto the porch. It was late. Late enough that everyone else had gone to bed for the most part. They weren't all up with restless thoughts. Lucky them.
But maybe...lucky me. I took in Elise's appearance. She'd clearly been trying to sleep as well, clad in some scandalously short pajama shorts and a tank top that barely came down enough to cover her midriff.
Her legs were on display, along with enough of her chest to be enticing, and if she were anyone else, I would have thought she'd done it on purpose to try and seduce me.
"Why do you care?" she fired back, and she still looked startled that I'd interrupted her quiet time.
The creak of the swing as she pushed off with her legs was the only real sound, except for the usual hum of night bugs and the water lapping against the beach.
It was peaceful. Even with her company.
"I don't," I replied, but it lacked most of the usual heat.
She snorted and shook her head. "Yeah, okay."
"Not everything is about you, you know," I told her, eyes narrowed. I wanted to be angry, but I couldn't look away from her body. Now that I knew what it looked like under the clothes, how she felt when she went tight around my cock, clenching and coming undone, it was hard to focus on anything else.
All I could think about was all the other ways I wanted to have her, no matter how dangerous a thought that was.
And she hadn't shown any signs that she was interested in a repeat performance. More than usual Elise seemed to be going out of her way to avoid me. Which was... understandable.
I was still me. Still less than pleasant and hard to deal with, and unless we were having sex, the two of us had nothing in common or nice to say about each other.
The logical thing to do was to turn around and go back inside. Leave her to her quiet contemplation or whatever and then leave her alone for the rest of the trip. We could put that night behind us and pretend it never happened, which would make everything much easier.
But I didn't seem to want to move. My feet were rooted to the spot, and I couldn't even pretend like I wasn't looking at her.
When she glanced up at me, she didn't seem upset about it, though. Her eyes traveled down my body, and if I wasn't mistaken, they lingered on my crotch.
I smirked.
Glancing away, she sighed. "I had a dream about you once, you know."
I lifted an eyebrow. "What kind of dream? Were you mowing me down with a car?"
She snorted, amused. "I wish. No. I was sucking your dick."
I nearly choked on air with how fast I inhaled when she said that. My cock immediately took interest, and the thought of her on her knees, that sweet mouth with those perfect lips wrapped around my dick was almost too much.
I had to clear my throat, and when she glanced back over, it was her turn to be smirking.
