Someone Else's Ocean(64)

“This will have to do until I can properly make it up to you.”

“Fuck me,” I rasped out, my heart banging in my chest.

“You just love to piss me off,” he grunted before he drove in hard, with zero mercy as I gasped, clutching onto his neck. “No,” he pushed at my chest, “lean back against the house, I want to see those beautiful tits bounce as I fuck you.”

I could hear my arousal as he buried himself, pumping so hard I saw stars.

“Ian.”

“This pussy is going to ruin me,” he swore as he tore through me with pure vengeance. “So perfect.”

“Please don’t stop.”

“No choice, love, this is going to be short and sweet. And I’m damn sure going to make it hurt as a warning. Stop fucking flirting with my friends or I’ll redden your ass.”

“I’ve barely looked at them.”

“That’s enough,” he said as we both managed a laugh between us, before the feel of our connection took hold.

Heat spread across my ass as his palm connected with a few slaps before he spread me wider with both hands and thrust up, making us both call out to the other. I sank back against the house without much to hold onto. He was keeping me up with the sheer force of his thrusts. I came hard and fast just as he drove in one last time emptying himself into me.

He partially collapsed against me before kissing me so fiercely I had to pull back to draw my breath. Seconds after we recovered, I gave him a lazy smile before rubbing my palm down his jaw. “I guess you’re forgiven.”

I got nothing back aside from the show of emotion that surfaced in his eyes. Recognizing that look as fear and trepidation, we drew the same unspoken conclusion. We were no longer safe from attachment.

It was too late.

Way too late.





WHEN WE STEPPED INSIDE THE house, the party had calmed considerably. Drew and Doug were cooking up some half-assed concoction in the kitchen and Julian and Jasmine had disappeared.

“He’s a good one,” I promised, kissing her hand. Both Drew and Doug looked to me with raised brows. “Yeah, she’s with me and it would do you good to keep your comments to yourself.”

Koti turned to me with a sheepish smile. “I’m going to go to bed.” I leaned in and took her lips. “I’ll be there soon. The pain pills are in the cabinet and,” I winced, “sorry in advance.”

“Don’t be,” she whispered with swollen kissable lips. “I’m not. I’ll keep your side warm.”

My side. I had a side?

My heart began to pound with that declaration. She leaned up on her toes. “Don’t overthink it, professor.”

“Right.”

“If I’m asleep, wake me up with your apology.”

“Won’t you be hurting?”

She gave me a warning look.

“Okay.”

With one more kiss, she disappeared into her bedroom.

“Some big brother you are,” Drew said, as they both broke down in a fit of laughter. “You fucked her so hard against the house we thought there was an earthquake.”

I couldn’t help my grin. “Mind your business, domkop.”

“Domkop?”

“Idiot.”

“Then say idiot. We don’t speak South African.”

I rolled my eyes. “Domkop.”

“Whatever. I think the entire island heard you two,” Drew said, taking a bite of his sandwich. “She’s truly beautiful, man. Congrats.”

Ignoring his comment, I gestured toward the beach. “Come on, let’s let the house rest.”

We built a fire fit for a king between the three of us and began the task of draining the cooler we packed.

“So, what’s the story between you and Koti?”

I glared at Drew as Doug sat back on the sand, threatening to pass out.

Throwing another piece of wood on the fire, I did my best to throw them off. “What are we, girlfriends? It’s none of your damned business.”

Drew looked at me pointedly. “We don’t hold back. Never have. That’s the deal. And why are you suddenly living in St. Thomas?”

“I’m interested to know that shit myself,” Julian said as he joined us around the fire.

“That was fast. Did you even use the gentlemen’s rule?” Doug said in a slur.

“They always come first,” Julian assured. “And don’t ask me shit. I like her.”

All eyes drifted back to me. Drew spoke up first.

“What’s the story, Ian? Will we be sending Christmas cards to St. Thomas?”

Toying with the cap of my beer, I pressed the wavy metal into my thumb and gave Drew a pointed look. “Let’s not pretend you know how to spell.”

The guys laughed, and Drew gave me the finger, but the heaviness of the question lingered in the air. They knew me well, too well. That kind of bond only came with spending months together in the desert.

“I’m here…” I swallowed because it was the first time I was going to say it out loud. “I’m here because Tara told me that Ella isn’t mine.”

Julian got deathly silent as Drew cupped the back of his head. Doug was already snoring.

“Jesus, man, what the fuck?”