And I really don’t want last night to be a one-off. Too bad he doesn’t look like he’s about to make a move. Which means I’m dictating the pace.Iget to decide how much will happen and how often.
This is a bit out of character for me, but... screw it.
I want him, and I won’t cower again. Feeling a rush of confidence, I slip out from under the sheets, taking my sweet time as I drape my hair over my shoulder.
Slowly, I make my way to the bathroom and stop in the doorway, looking back at Colt.
He’s staring, his hungry brown eyes devouring every inch of my naked skin. “You little tease,” he groans, palming his cock under the sheets. “I want my dessert, Addie.”
“You shouldn’t eat dessert before breakfast,” I say, tracing the curve of my hip with the tip of my finger. “But we’re on vacation. Rules don’t apply, so dessert will be served in the shower.”
He shoots out of bed immediately, scoots me into his arms and doesn’t let go until we’re both in the walk-in shower, warm water pattering our backs.
And then, without warning or even a kiss, he drops to his knees, hooks my leg over his shoulder, and devours my pink pussy like he’s starving.
***
My jelly-like legs barely hold my weight an hour later. Three orgasms mere minutes apart will do that to a girl.
Too bad my blissful mood bursts as soon as we sit down for breakfast and Grant slips into the seat beside me, way too close for comfort.
Colt’s jaw clamps shut, his hands balling into tight fists on the table as the waitress pours his orange juice.
“Well, look at the lovebirds,” Grant drawls, reaching over to pick a strawberry off my plate. He pops it into his mouth, eyes idling between Colt and me. “What took you two so long? Amara’s almost incandescent she’s so impatient to start the next task,” he muses loudly, his tone implying he knows the reason we’re late.
I glance at my parents three seats down, catching my mother’s raised brow.
“We overslept,” I mutter, avoiding her glare and poking at the breakfast on my plate.
Grant’s a master at ruining my appetite.
“Overslept?” he drawls, bouncing his eyebrows. “You fell asleep before dinner last night. Colt said you had a headache.”
I grind my teeth, knowing damn well what he’s doing. “I did, but I’m fine now. Just had to sleep it off.”
“Are you sure you’re fine?” He makes a show of looking me over. “You lookflustered, pumpkin.”
My cheeks burn hotter, showing everyone that Grant’s barking up the right tree.
The fucking nerve of him.
Amara giggles behind her coffee and my mother’s bright red. I don’t dare check what facial expression my father’s sporting. There’s nothing more mortifying than thinking about your daughter’s sex life, I’m sure.
A few excuses dance on the tip of my tongue likethe shower was hot, but instead of digging deeper, I say, “I’m fine.”
The less I talk, the better.
Grant doesn’t let the subject rest, pressing the back of his hand to my forehead. “You’re not running a fever, so...”
“Either you take your hand off her, or I’ll rip it out of your shoulder socket,” Colt grinds out, holding the fork so hard his knuckles are white. “Don’t test me, man. I don’t play well with others.”
Grant chuckles, withdrawing his hand and lifting both in surrender. “Chill out. She knows I’m joking. It’s all good fun.”
“You’re being an ass,” Benjamin says in a playful tone behind us, gripping Grant’s shoulders. “C’mon, we gotta talk.”
I offer my brother a small, grateful smile as they leave. He might be on Grant’s side, but he does have my back sometimes.
“He’s harmless,” I tell Colt quietly.
