Oh, my dear Hazel.
But she’s not yours. And she’s not going to be.A voice whispered in my head, and I exhaled heavily.
“But it’s the truth.”
I offered her the joint again. This time, she took it. Her exhaling the smoke was one of the sexiest things I’ve seen in my life. I squeezed her hip, trying to keep my cool. I wasn’t taking her on this beach where anyone could see her. No, that pleasure was mine to take.
Butoh, how I wanted.
The third puff kicked in, and apparently, so did the munchies. Hazel slipped from my arms and grabbed the snacks we bought on our way here. She pulled out Ruffles Presunto potato chips, which I’ve gotten addicted to here. As much as I was a gentleman, I was also high and desperate for a snack. Aside from the one in the white shirt.
“Don’t you dare,” I warned as she slowly got to her knees, preparing to flee. She opened the bag and popped one in her mouth.
“Give me those chips, young lady.”
She bolted, her laughter trailing behind her like a spark. My instincts kicked in, and I went after her. The girl was fast, but not fast enough. It didn’t take me long. In a heartbeat, I scooped her up over my shoulder, her delighted squeals filling the air, as I gave her a teasing swat on the ass.
“Please, no, people are watching,” she pleaded, still shamelessly eating my chips.
“You should’ve thought about that earlier.” I spanked her once more, earning a giggle this time. Back at our spot, I set her down, partly covering her with my body.
Hazel’s face was pure sunshine, her gaze soft. My thumb brushed her cheek, and her lips twitched at my touch. I smirked. Hazel rushed her hands to her face again, embarrassed.
“It’s okay.” I pulled them away and gently tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “You can be as shy as you want with others as long as you’re not shy with me.”
32
Hazel
Luke and I spent the evening playing chess and lounging. I read for a while and noticed he’d brought the book I had picked out for him. Occasionally, I caught him gasping or shaking his head at the pages, his expressions shifting with every chapter, which was equivalent to an orgasm for a book lover.
After a full day in the sun, I felt lightheaded. An inexplicable craving for a grilled cheese sandwich pulled me downstairs. Luckily, the fridge had everything I needed, and soon, the house filled with the rich scent of melted cheese.
I heard footsteps behind me, and a moment later, a strong arm wrapped around my collarbone.
“Well, well, well, what do we have here?” Luke murmured in my ear, glancing over my shoulder.
“A sudden need for carbohydrates,” I replied.
“Hmm, what could’ve caused that?” he teased, and I bit my lip.
“Who knows,” I said. He let go and sat in the high chair by the island.
I slid a freshly made sandwich toward him, but my eyes snagged on the open line of his shirt, the sharp V of his torso, and the faint trail of hair disappearing below his navel.
“Damn, you made me hard just by looking at it.” My gaze snapped to his, and I swallowed hard.
“Well, that’s not my problem,” I said with a polite, teasing smile, secretly embarrassed he’d caught me. His eyes darkened.
“Oh, I will make it your problem.” Heat rushed down my spine as he bit into the sandwich.
Please, make it my problem.
Out of the corner of my eye, I swore I saw Ethan watching. I averted my eyes. After a minute, Ava and Alex joined us. Their wet hair and sun-kissed faces were proof of a relaxing afternoon. Ethan wandered in from the patio, too.
“Do I smell cheese?” Ava asked, pushing her sunglasses onto her head.
“Yes, hope you don’t mind. I had a cheese craving, couldn’t help myself,” I said, trying to hide my smile from Luke as best as I could.
