“But I need to know what game we’re playing. What are the rules?” I’m hyper-aware of his sexy body peeking through his open shirt and the fact that he smells amazing.
“I’m not playing a game,” he says, still hovering over me, tall, dark and attitude-ridden. “As for the rules … I’ve broken more than a few last night.” Can he be more vague?
“Yeah, Rule 6, hit-and-run was it? You’re still here, but there was no hit. So I’m not sure it counts as a break then.”
The muscles in his jaw tense. His eyes turn to a dark green color – like trees in a forest. I realize I’ve hurt his feelings somehow.
“Oh, believe me, it was a clear break. And if it was a while ago and you were any other girl, I would fuck you wherever and leave before you even regained your breath. And you would definitely not be here in my bed and we would not be talking about it.” He throws me a look. One that smolders my insides. I murmur out a husky gasp.
“It’s true, I’ve fucked around so many times,” he pines, “But I tell you now, they didn’t mean a fucking thing.” I watch him swallow.
“But you are you,” he whispers.
“Your best friend’s little blonde sister, right?” He swears softly and looks straight into my eyes, so intensely I can’t breathe.
“You mean something.” And he walks away. What (and I can’t stress this enough) the fuck.
I sure didn’t see that one coming. This guy is giving me whiplash. Rocking my boat.
Good thing I have a strong stomach, cause I feel rather seasick right now.
Ug, this whole thing is stupid. Flip, I’m stupid. Thinking that we can have any kind of relationship. Damion Grimm has an allergy to relationships.
And what was I thinking? Even though I’ve never ‘hit’ I know I’m not made to run. I’m not made for quickie affairs.
“And don’t forget – he’s still my brother’s best friend.” Great, now he’s got me talking to myself, how stupid is that?
All good, solid reasons to avoid said stupidities.
“Well, if it’s stupid, why did you agree to stay?” I got me there. Oh, still talking to myself.
“Because I’m stupid too.” Okay, I’m gonna stop now.
Without thinking about a thing, or uttering another stupid word to myself, I get dressed and walk downstairs.
I think I’m over being stupid – we need to talk. Or else I might just end up in some padded room in the loony bin.
Damion is waiting on the veranda. He turns around when he hears me and a delayed double-take reaction comes over his face. Is he really bowled over by my looks or is he just being a man … getting his voodoo on when he sees a girl in skimpy clothes?
Whatever. Girls are much more mature and in control. We don’t do stuff like that, we’re more refined.
My eyes move over the swimsuit and unbuttoned shirt to get stuck on his exposed torso. Sweet baby Thor, he is so perfectly built. It hits me every single time.
“What now?” I fall onto the nearest chair, legs suddenly wobbly. My eyes are still stuck on that smooth chest and six-pack with the delicious V and a thin line of black hair running from his navel into his pants. The image of him in the shower jumps up forcing my eyes more south. Oh my molested bird, there’s a definite bulk pushing against his trousers.
Mother Nature sure took her time when creating this man’s looks, there’s no arguing there, and it seems that she then dashed him with the sparkling ability to do everything better than the rest of us mere mortals.
“If you’ve quite finished checking me out, we can take that stroll now.” My trying-not-to-look-flushed act is not bluffing him.
He walks closer and holds out his hand. I close my eyes and grab it quickly, waiting for the electricity to subside. He laces his fingers in mine and jerks me up. I open my eyes.
The thin material of my top brushes against his bare chest and before I can put my mind into the fight, my body wins; heat rushes to my core and my nipples harden and pop out, clearly visible through the wispy bikini covering.
Ship, I open my eyes. Maybe he won’t notice.
But the wide grin and twinkle in his eyes tell me differently. He noticed.
“Damion!” I say sharply, agitated by his gaze still resting on my boobs. It just makes those suckers even more rigid and pertinent.
“What? They’re fucking sexy. I can’t help it.” He glares down some more. “Fuck, now I seriously want to taste them.” And as if the little hooters understand what he’s saying, they pucker and bloom even more.
“Shit,” he swears softly, pulling his free hand over his eyes, and then he aims for the beach, pulling me with him. The little womanly parts inside me do the hula, very satisfied that he is at least a little attracted to them too.
“You said that this is one of four neighboring properties,” I start a topic far from the one on my mind. “So your childhood home is close to here?”
“Yes, they’re about two miles that way.” He points up the beach. “And Luke’s property is on the other side past theirs.”
“The last one is on this side of mine.” He now points the other way. “And this whole beach is private. Great for skinny dipping and such.”
Then both our phones beep at the same time. I take it out and look at the screen anxiously hoping it’s not D, but it’s just our group chat.
Ilkay: Did my first penectomy! Guy had cancer. BTW penectomy = to amputate a man’s penis.
He adds a picture of the dismembered organ lying in a stainless steel container.
Jackson: Fuck man didn’t need to see that.
Enrique: I can’t imagine living without a cock (nauseated-face emoji)
Logan: Yeah, you probably won’t survive it (winking-face emoji)
“Oh, the male species and their precious organs,” I tease.
Damion moves his hand instinctively down to cup his manhood.
“Is the little willy still in place?” I ask using baby talk. He scuffs and plasters on a weird grin.
“I might need a second opinion.”