I gave him a sheepish grin. “Will I be taking advantage of your sweet nature?”
He roared with laughter. “Sweet? Damn, Skye, you make me sound like a pussy.”
I leaned over and kissed him on the cheek. “You, my dear friend, are anything but. You’re all alpha just waiting to find the perfect woman and I know she’s around here somewhere.”
His laugh lacked mirth, and something told me he’d already found her. “Maybe one day you’ll share your secrets with me?”
“Maybe.” He fingered his baseball cap. “Sometimes love is blind, Skye and assholes rule the world.”
My smile was slow to form, he was right. “Honestly, if there’s one thing, I’ve learned out of my experience is that you have to block out your shade, and let your sun shine through, if someone burns, it’s up to them whether they get sunscreen or suntanned.”
If only I believed it, then...
44. Sometimes Love Just Ain’t Enough – Patty Smyth
Shay – 37 years
Griffin and Jesse’s laughter brought me out onto the deck overlooking the beach. But it was the hope that Skye had changed her mind and accepted my barbeque invitation that had my heart beating harder. I paused mid-step as a picture-perfect image I’d never tire of watching, met my gaze.
“You came.” I smiled. Drenched from head to toe, it didn’t take away from her beauty. I’d fucked her twice now and it still hadn’t appeased my desire. “I have six years to make up for, Blue.”
For the last two weeks, the shop had kept me busy, and I never got a chance to see her. She was still resistant to something more between us.
As if she heard me, she turned and waved. My cock stirred, pushing up against my shorts. I waved back. The sun was sitting low on the horizon, creating a halo around her. Her breasts were far too provocative in profile, her hardened nipples straining against the wet material of her dress. If that wasn’t enough to rouse my soul, the folds of the white, translucent material, clinging to her hips and thighs, were almost more erotic than if she’d been completely naked.
The shadows they created at the knee and groin made me want to run down, rip off her dress, drop her to the sand and kiss every inch of her stunning body. Around her face, her wet hair hung like feathery ribbons, adding to the appeal. Steadily, my need grew. I wanted nothing more than to slip my hand between her legs and make her writhe to the dance of my fingertips inside her wet pussy.
“When do you plan on telling Caleb who you are?” Paris came up beside me. I hadn’t even heard her come up the stairs from the beach.
I shifted my gaze from Skye to her. “What exactly do I tell him?”
Paris looked at me. “Your and Skye’s love story is something I’d want to tell my grandchildren, Shay and I’m glad I played a part in bringing the two of you together but not to the extent where you’re both still dying on the inside.” She glanced toward the beach again. “Tell him who you are. Be honest. If he judges you, which I highly doubt, then at least it’s done and you two can be together again.”
“What about Skye?”
She frowned. “What about Skye?”
