“Please.” She tugs, then her hand drops away and her eyes flutter closed again. “I’m always alone.” She rolls away again, hugging one knee up.
I swallow, take in the sight of her like this, and something animal inside me stirs.
It wants.
I drop her wet things on the floor and adjust my cock, but that’s not going to go away, not with her lying here like this.
I walk around and get into the bed, keeping my clothes on. I’ll just stay until I’m sure she’s asleep, I tell myself. I switch out the light and turn to her. I don’t pull the blanket over her yet.
When I push the wet hair back from her face, she opens her eyes and they shine almost a silvery green in the moonlight.
I let my hand brush her arm, then slide it to her breast, just touch her nipple with the backs of my fingers.
She swallows, arches her back as it tightens into a hard nub.
I draw closer, rising up on my elbow as I roll her gently onto her back and bring my mouth to that nipple, kissing it. Tasting salt from the pool on her skin as she sucks in a breath and her hand comes to my chest.
She’s not pushing though. Not pushing me away.
That’s because she’s drunk, asshole.
My dick is a steel rod when I take her nipple into my mouth to taste. Just a small taste. I hear her moan as her hand slides to cup the back of my head to pull me to her.
When I draw back, her eyes are darker, the pupils fully dilated.
She licks her lips and I can’t drag my eyes away from her little tongue, from her wet, plump lips. And when I kiss her, it’s a world different from the last time.
She opens her mouth and kisses me back and when I slide my tongue into her mouth, she meets it with her own and fuck, I’m going to blow. Just from a kiss. From a single kiss.
I draw back and hold her gaze as my hand slides down over her belly, lower.
I smell her, the soft scent of arousal sweet, inviting. Intoxicating.
She makes a sound when I touch the soft hair between her legs, then closes her hand over my wrist.
I meet her eyes as her grip loosens and instead of pushing my hand away, she starts to pull it between her legs.
I swallow, feel the wet heat of her and I should stop. I should stop this right now. She’s in no condition to say what she wants. What she doesn’t want.
She takes her lower lip between her teeth and I softly touch the hard nub of her clit.
“Is this the first time someone’s touched you here?”
She nods, bites her lip.
Fuck.
I rub. Just once. Just one stroke.
“That feels…” she starts, then rolls onto her back. Her legs fall open and her eyes close. “Good.”
And I remember her words from this morning.
Remember her accusation.
When I drag my hand away, she makes a sound, turns toward me, but her eyes never open and she stills into sleep.
I get up, draw the covers over her.
Because tonight, I am taking advantage.
And maybe what I said about being a man of my word, maybe that was all bullshit because she’s drunk, almost passed out and I’m pretty sure if she wasn’t, she wouldn’t choose to be lying here naked beside me now.
My dick a steel rod, I walk barefoot out of the room.
20
Gabriela
My head throbs and my mouth feels like it’s stuffed with cotton.
I squint against the bright sunshine and turn away. That’s when I realize I’m not in my bed.
My eyelids fly open and I take in the rumpled sheets I’m tangled in. The scent on the pillow my head is resting on.
His scent.
I lift my head and groan against the pain. When I sit up and the sheet falls away, I see that I’m naked. I grab the sheet, pull it up to cover myself and look around the room. I know without a doubt that this is his room.
That this is his bed.
That I’m naked in his bed.
My hand hurts and when I reach to scratch my head, I notice the bandage. I pull my knees up and they, too, are sore. When I drag the covers off, I see matching bandages and I have a vague flash of memory of me at the pool with his bottle of whiskey, which explains this monstrous headache.
Then me at the pool tripping as I made my way back to the water.
Back to the water.
I’d gone in. I’d stood there like an idiot and dipped my head in—face first—before climbing back out, deciding I needed another drink before I’d let myself float in there. Seemed like a great idea at the time. Until I tripped and fell.
Then light flooded the patio.
And all those men appeared out of nowhere.
And all those guns.
And Stefan.
I cover my face with my hands as I remember the rest of it. Him carrying me into the living room, then up here. Him cleaning glass out of my cuts and bandaging me up. Him being gentle.
Then I remember more.
I remember leaning into him as he untied my bikini top and stripped it off. I remember lying back as he took off the bottoms.
And then, nothing.
My memory goes dark from there. Maybe that’s a blessing.
I’m relieved when I close my eyes and do a mental scan and don’t feel any soreness anywhere except my knees and hands.
I force myself to move, to swing my legs over the bed. I see my bikini on the floor and bend to pick up the pieces. It takes a minute for the room to stop spinning when I straighten and when I stand, it’s another minute before I’m steady.
I drag the blanket with me as I take painful steps toward the open balcony doors and peer out over the edge, grateful that the pool and patio are empty.
As quickly as I can manage, which isn’t quick at all, I make my way to my own room. The balcony doors are closed but unlocked, thank goodness, and I slip inside.
My bed is still made but I bypass it to go to the bathroom. I need to pee.
When I’m finished, I wash my hands and groan at the sight of myself. My eyes are puffy and bloodshot, my hair looks like I literally dunked my head into the water face first then pulled it back out. Which is exactly how I did it.
I cup a handful of cold water and splash it on my face, then brush my teeth before opening the medicine cabinet to search for aspirin but I’m out of luck.
My legs are heavy as I make my way back to the bedroom. My knees hurt and the heels of my hands feel raw as I climb in.
Discarding Stefan’s blanket, I roll onto my side to sleep.
I can’t think about last night right now. Can’t think about why I was naked in his bed. Can’t think about him undressing me.
I just close my eyes and sleep and hope to God this monster of a headache will be gone when I open them again.
Later that day, I have a vague memory of Miss Millie coming into my bedroom with tea, toast and aspirin. I’m pretty sure she helped me take that aspirin.
The toast and cold tea are still beside the bed when I open my eyes later. A glance at the clock tells me it’s almost ten at night.
My stomach growls and I sit up, grateful my head doesn’t feel quite like a bowling ball anymore. I pick up the cold tea and drink it, then eat half a piece of toast before climbing out of bed.
I’m still naked but Stefan’s blanket which I know I’d dropped on the floor beside my bed is gone. Miss Millie probably took it. Does she know I slept in his bed last night? And where was he? Where did he sleep?