The needy way she moans my name as she squeezes me sends sharp pangs of pleasure up my spine.
I fist her hair with my free hand, tugging her head back until my lips find her ear. “Come on this dick.”
Her chest heaves and her breaths grow more frantic. “Oh, God.”
Blood rushes through my veins when she moans my name again, milking me as her entire body jerks.
I sink my teeth into her neck, sucking the tender flesh as she rides out the rest of her orgasm, bringing me along with her.
My abs clench and my cock pulsates for what feels like a goddamn eternity. I shoot my load so hard I shake with the force of it.
Our eyes meet in the mirror and there’s a coy smirk lining her lips. “Aren’t you happy I dragged you in here?”
She has no fucking idea.
I kiss her shoulder blade, tasting the hint of salt from her sweat soaked skin. “I love you.”
I never thought I’d be capable of loving anyone, but I was dead fucking wrong.
Because I didn’t destroy Kit Bishop…
She destroyed me.
Chapter 44
Kit
We’re an hour late for our departure by the time we’re finished screwing.
“Sorry,” I tell the driver as we climb into the golf cart bringing us to our plane. “Time kind of got away from us.”
Twice.
Preston slips his arm around me in the back seat and I sink against him, laying my head on his chest.
Every strong beat of his heart reverberates through me and I inhale, filling my nostrils with the lingering scent of us.
I came here broken…but I’m leaving whole.
Smiling, I nuzzle closer. Every time I move, there’s a slight soreness between my legs…a reminder of the phenomenal sex we had while we were here.
Shit.
“Preston?”
“Yes, Kit?”
I recoil. “We had sex. Lots of sex.”
The driver swerves a little.
Preston’s heart rate picks up. “Is telling strangers about our sex life a kink of yours? It’s fine if it is. I’d just appreciate a heads-up beforehand.”
I close my eyes. “It’s not a kink. It was a mistake.”
I don’t realize how that sounds until I feel him tense.
“Not a mistake in the sense that I regret it,” I quickly assure him. “Trust me, I don’t.” I swallow. “There’s still five months left before the bet ends…but you already cashed in your reward.”
As proud as I am of Preston for staying strong, I don’t want this to derail his progress and give him an excuse to go back to gambling.
However, what he says next leaves me flabbergasted.
“Sex wasn’t the reward I wanted.”
“Uh. I was there, remember? I distinctly remember every word of that conversation.”
There’s a hint of amusement in his tone. “Then you should recall telling me my reward for winning the bet was you giving me whatever I wanted.”
“Exactly—”
“You assumed it was sex…but you were wrong.” Peering down at me, he smirks. “Not that I didn’t want to have sex with you. There was just something I wanted even more.”
I’m at a loss as to what that could possibly be because I’ve given him everything.
“What’s that?”
When he speaks, his voice is a shredded rasp. “Your forgiveness.”
That doesn’t make any sense. “My forgiveness? For wh—” A shaky breath falls from my lips when I realize. “Oh.”
That.
“I always knew there would come a time when I’d have to tell you the truth. No matter how much I didn’t want to.” Emotions swim behind those dark gray eyes. “But the thought of losing you…” his voice trails off, like he can’t bear to say it.
“You didn’t.” My throat tightens. “I’m still here.”
Am I upset that he lied? Yes.
Do I want to have faith that he’ll never do it again? Also, yes.
But only time will tell.
“I want you to finish the bet,” I whisper. “But not because you want my forgiveness. I want you to finish for yourself. You’ve been doing so good and I think if you stick it out…”
He’ll realize he doesn’t need to gamble ever again.
I burrow against his chest, holding him tighter than I’ve ever held anything. “It’s your decision.”
One I can’t force him to make.
His voice is so low it’s barely audible. “I’ll stick it out for the next four months and twenty-five days.”
The countdown he’s keeping is a little alarming, but pride swells in my chest anyway. “Really?”
The hand splayed on my stomach twitches. “Yeah.” He kisses the top of my head. “I love you.”
My heart hammers at his words. I take in the clear blue sky and the colorful scenery for the very last time. It’s perfect here.
We’re perfect here.
I’m not ready to break this blissful bubble we’re in.
“I don’t want to leave,” I say into his shirt.
His fingers skim the side of my neck, causing goosebumps to break out along my skin. “Me either.”
A gust of resolve rolls through me, and I pop up like a jack in the box. “So why don’t we stay for a couple more days?” I walk my fingers up his torso. “We can go back to the bungalow…use the rest of those MAGNUMS.”
Stay in our happy place.
He gives me a lopsided grin. “Sold.”
A moment later, the golf cart pulls up in front of the plane and a woman wearing a crisp navy uniform greets us. “Hello, Mr. and Mrs. Holden. My name is Delilah and I’ll be your flight attendant today.”
I should probably feel guilty for sending them back home—especially after making them wait for us—but the thought of spending more time here with my husband fills me and my girly bits with a rush of exhilaration.
“I’m sorry for the short notice, but we’ve decided we’re gonna stay here for a few more days.”
It’s clear our sudden change of plans makes her uneasy because her smile falls. “But your grandmother said she was expecting you tonight.”
Can’t say I blame her for not wanting to face the wrath of my grandmother. Having a root canal is more pleasurable than dealing with her.
I open my mouth to tell her that if my Nanna knew why we were staying longer, she’d be thrilled, but Preston beats me to it.
“Tell her this inept shithead is courting and seducing her granddaughter.” The hand on the small of my back drops to the curve of my ass. “Repeatedly.”
The flight attendant’s eyebrows shoot up. “Very well. We’ll unload your luggage and bring it inside.”
Given we don’t have much, it shouldn’t take long.
Preston’s fingers entwine with mine as the driver turns the golf cart around. “Do you want me to call the resort and book the room?”
“Sure.” I flinch because holy expensive. “Just make sure they charge it to my Nanna again because those bungalows cost a fortune.”
I’m sure she’ll have no problem footing the bill for a few more days once she finds out that we’ve kissed and made up.