The best part of the whole holiday was that Mia had barely worn a scrap of clothing since we’d arrived. Seeing her in tiny shorts and crop tops when we went into town was tempting enough. But in the villa, she paraded around only in tiny knickers and the occasional sheer dress or gown. She’d lie completely naked in the garden in the Albanian sunlight, unafraid of lurking paparazzi, letting her skin brown.
Eating a cunt that’s warmed by the sun is a delicacy I highly recommend.
It’s been two weeks of heaven, and another week still lies before us. I’m determined to enjoy every minute of it before we go back to London, and we head back into training and the new season.
My phone pings on the bedside table, and Mia reaches over sleepily, lifting it over her head.
“If I toss it, will they leave us alone?”
I cross the room with a chuckle and retrieve it from her hand. “Barry will probably send out a search party, or come down here himself.” I perch on the bed beside her, and lower my mouth to her shoulder. “And I definitely don’t want him to see all of this.”
“Mmm, you’re so possessive,” she murmurs through the curtain of her hair with a smile. “I love it.”
I unlock my phone to check the notification, and when I don’t say anything, Mia lifts her head. She sweeps her hair aside and fixes me with a frown.
“Bad news?”
“Not really,” I say with a sigh, handing her the phone.
“Looks like we’re old news now.” She wrinkles her nose as she reads the headline. “Arlington Feud. Can new manager Graves get Martin and Santos into line?” She tosses the phone onto the bed beside me and flops her head back down onto the pillow. “Fucking gossip rags.”
I stare out at the shimmering sea, and after a moment, Mia sits up beside me and takes my hand.
“Hey,” she says gently. “You’re not really worried, are you?”
I sigh and shake my head. “No, not really I suppose. I just don’t like all this drama.”
“Ezra and Ricky are fine.” Mia smiles at me. “Promise. They’ve just got things to work out. The team’s going into this season on a win. That’s amazing.”
“It is. It really is.”
Mia’s frown deepens, and she climbs into my lap. “Hey. They just need a break from each other.” She sinks her fingers into my hair and presses a kiss to my temple. “You watch, they’ll come back from the summer refreshed, like new men, and all that on-field tension is going to be gone. It’s going to be another ripper season, and you down on the field? Amazing.” She rolls her eyes back in her head dramatically. “Ah-mazing. Promise.”
I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her close, chuckling softly. “You’re right. I know you’re right. And I don’t want this all to ruin our last week here.”
“Certainly not!” She wriggles on my lap, and my hands move to cup her bare arse. “We have far too many fun things to do. But right now…” She catches my mouth with hers, kissing me, long and deep. “I’m starving.”
I groan, my hard cock straining against the fabric of my shorts. “Hungry for what. Miss Brookes?”
“Those prawns you picked up down at the market.” She giggles as I smack her arse.
“You fucking little tease. Look what you’ve done now!” I press her against my erection, and she sighs theatrically.
“Well, alright, let’s relieve that before you feed me.”
I watchMia as I stand by the stove. She’s concentrating hard, her brow pinched together as she chops up vegetables for a salad. She looks so sweet like this. Cooking is the one thing she still finds mind-bogglingly confronting, but she’s been determined to get better at it since we got here.
Even if her repertoire so far just includes making a salad.
She catches me smiling at her, and her mouth quirks into a crooked grin.
“Don’t you mock me, fella,” she says, waving the knife in my direction. “I’m trying my best over here.”
“And doing a fantastic job.”
“Ey, no pity either, thank you.” With a shake of her head and a wide grin, she goes back to her work. “I will have you know I have perfected the art of a vinaigrette, and I will not have my achievements diminished.”
“No never, your vinaigrette is amazing.” I flip the prawns in the pan, and they’re charring beautifully, sending up an aroma of sea and salt. “I was thinking of buying a house down here.”
