Lauren let out a bark of laughter and shook her head at Grey as she took her phone back to check the shot. “Blowjob? Really?”
“Best way to get people to smile for pictures,” Grey replied seriously. “Of course, for kids I say ‘underpants’. Kids think underwear is frickin’ hilarious for some reason.”
Pleased with the way the picture had turned out, Lauren flipped the camera to the front-facing lens and asked Grey, “Take a picture with me?”
“Can we say blowjob?” Grey asked, grinning as she moved in closer to Lauren. She wrapped her arms around Lauren’s waist and pressed a wet kiss to the sensitive spot below her ear. Her grin widened at the way Lauren’s breath hitched, and she hummed softly as she covered the spot with her mouth and sucked against it. “Or, how about orgasm?”
Lauren groaned. “God.”
“That’s not very smile-inducing,” Grey murmured as she pulled back and blew lightly over the damp skin, a thrill shooting through her at the way Lauren moaned softly and shuddered in her arms.
“Hey! We’ll do you if you do us!” a new, unfamiliar voice called out.
Lauren looked up in surprise at the two men who were walking across the small clearing toward them. She had been so wrapped up in Grey that she had not even noticed them approaching. “Um…sure,” she said, ignoring their knowing smirks as she re-orientated the camera and handed the phone to the guy who had called out to them. “Thanks.”
“Not a problem, mate,” he replied, winking as he backed up and held the camera in front of his face. “Say cheese!”
Grey whispered, “Pussy,” in Lauren’s ear, and grinned when Lauren burst out laughing.
“Excellent,” the guy drawled, nodding at the picture on the screen before he handed it back to Lauren. “Now us?”
“Damn it, Grey,” Lauren muttered, blushing as she took her phone back.
“What?” She waved her hand at the screen. “That’s a good picture.”
And, Lauren hated to admit it, but it was. They were both smiling widely, their eyes were twinkling with laughter, and looking at the image of herself in Grey’s arms sent a wholly unexpected feeling of warmth rushing through her. They looked really good together, and she ignored the little voice of reason in the back of her head that was telling her the whole thing was only temporary as she shoved the phone back into her pocket. “Still…”
“Whatever, Murphy,” Grey chuckled, giving Lauren’s side a squeeze as she pulled away. “You guys have a camera?”
“Phone,” the guy who had taken their picture for them said as he pulled his cell from his pocket.
Grey took the phone from him and smiled as the two men assumed a pose that clearly suggested that they were much more than just friends on vacation. “Ready?” she asked, once they were both looking at her.
“Yeah,” they chorused.
“Say cheese,” Grey called out, smirking at the way Lauren huffed beside her. “Please. I’m not going to tell a couple guys I don’t know to say ‘blowjob’,” she muttered under her breath.
“Probably a smart idea,” Lauren said, tipping her head in agreement.
“Cheers,” the man said as he took his phone back from Grey.
“Not a problem,” Grey assured him with a smile. The guys walked over to another vantage point, leaving them alone, and she waggled her brows suggestively as she looked at Lauren. “You ready to go down?”
Lauren laughed. “You first, Wells. I won, remember?”
“I remember.” Grey stole a quick kiss. “Trust me, I’m looking forward to it.”
Lauren’s stomach flip-flopped in anticipation, and she nodded. “Me too.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
LAUREN LOOKED OVER at Grey as they made their way down the final, gently sloping section of the trail that would deposit them on the beach. Grey had slipped on a rock and ripped a nice little gash in her knee, deep enough that there was a steady trickle of blood coursing down her lower leg to her ankle, where the top of her sock was already stained a deep crimson. “Are you sure you’re…?” she started to ask for the third time, and rolled her eyes when Grey waved her off again.
“It’s just a little cut, Lauren. I’m fine. Really.”
They cleared the tree line, and Lauren turned toward the dock where they had left the dinghy. “Fine. But you do know that you falling on your ass was not the ‘going down’ I was looking forward to, right?”
“It wasn’t?” Grey shot Lauren a look of playful surprise. “Because that wassototally what I meant…”
