Sienna’s right. Things were perfect between us before they weren’t.
The night has been amazing, but I’m not in the mood to party tonight. I need to sort out my head because I’m making myself crazy. I do an Irish goodbye and disappear from the party and walk back to my villa in the dark. Instead of heading home, I head right down to the beach. Taking a seat on the cool, damp sand, I stare out into the inky darkness and watch the waves crash into the sand.
“There you are. I’ve been looking for you all night.” Chance surprises me in the darkness.
“You found me.”
“I most certainly did.” He chuckles before dropping to his knees in front of me. My brow raises in question. “I need you. My dick’s been hard all night thinking about the things I want to do.”
Oh.
Chance’s hands move to my cock and grip it hard, making me moan. I’m conflicted and now horny. I should tell Chance to stop what he is doing, but I also want to lose myself in an orgasmthat stills my restless mind. Ignoring my brain, I let him unzip my pants and pull my aching cock out of my pants. As soon as his mouth is on me, I lean back and stare up at the black sky, counting the stars as I let him take me away from the business of my brain. I’m completely lost in the sensation, and I’m just about to come when I feel like someone is watching me. I turn my head, and there in the darkness I see a hulking big shadow and the giant tenting in his pants. Charlie palms his cock a couple of times through the fabric before turning away.
Shit.
It’s too late, Chance pushes me over the edge, shaking the image of Charlie from my mind.
“So, fucking good …” Chance smirks.
I still. “Um, thanks for that. I have to go.” I shove my deflated cock back into my pants and get dressed quickly. Panic rushes through my veins. I can’t believe Charlie watched Chance blow me. This wasn’t the revenge I was seeking.
“Derrick!” He calls my name, looking confused.
“I owe you,” I tell him as I rush up the beach after Charlie. Probably a dick move to leave Chance in the dark on the beach, but I need to talk to Charlie. When I make it to the top of the beach, I can’t see where he went in the darkness.
Shit.
The map. That tells me where everyone is staying, maybe I can knock on his door and explain myself.What do you have to explain? He saw you getting a BJ on the beach. Big deal. You don’t owe him shit.I’m losing it, as my steps slow the closer I get to my villa.
“Derrick!” Chance calls after me. My steps slow as I wait for him to catch up. “What the fuck?”
“I’m sorry. I just …” I tell him, running my hands through my hair.
“Freaked out?” he asks. I nod. “Did I do something wrong?”
I shake my head. “No. It’s me, all me,” I reassure him. But he’s not looking convinced. “I thought I saw someone on the beach, and it freaked me out.” It’s not a lie.
“Oh. Shit. Do you think they saw us?” he asks.
I shake my head. “No, they looked out to the ocean and moved on.” Chance looks relieved, which makes me feel worse because if I told him someone watched him blow me, he would lose his mind. He may be comfortable blowing me in the dark, but he is most certainly not comfortable doing it in front of others.See, he’s still not comfortable being with you.I see that. Why am I surprised?
“Shall we finish what we started?” Chance smirks.
“Sure,” I answer, feeling bad that I left him hanging as we walk back into my villa.
54
DERRICK
Ididn’t get much sleep last night, and it wasn’t because Chance was in my bed either. Thankfully, he didn’t stay the night, and I was able to freak out in private. Why is Charlie messing with my head so much? And why am I giving this man so much power over me?
Not able to get back to sleep, I decide that a run along the beach as the sun rises is the perfect thing to clear my mind.Usually, sex works.I get changed into shorts and a T-shirt and head out. Nobody is around yet. Some staff members are moving around the resort, but I don’t see any of my friends. I know they will be up soon because of the babies. I stick my pods into my ears and run. The feeling of the cool air against my skin and the pumping beats of the music soothe my restless soul. I run and run until my legs ache and my chest hurts with exertion, and sweat is dripping down my body. Looking back, I see a long stretch of beach laid out before me. I didn’t realize I had run so far, lost in my thoughts.
Movement behind me grabs my attention, and I still when I see it’s Charlie, walking out of the fucking forest like Tarzan in his sweatpants and no shirt on. He must be hot in those pants.Sweat drips down his eight-pack abs, and across his military tattoos that decorate his toned chest. Shit. The man looks like a god. I turn my EarPods off as we both register the other person.
“Are you stalking me?” I ask, anger burning beneath my skin.
He frowns. “Excuse me?”
