Page 61 of Forbidden Eyes
I walk out of the room and quietly close the door, giving her some more time to sleep, so I can think about what the hell we’re doing now. I should call Quinn, check in. At least find out what he knows about Vico’s intentions, if anything, so I can get ready for when he comes. There’s no avoiding it. Never will be. Running isn’t an option for me, no matter that she tried to warn me. It is what it is. At least I’ve got this memory to cling onto when he catches up to me. Who knows what will happen then? I sure as shit don’t want to think about it now.
Food.
There’s nothing in the small kitchen area, so I flick on the coffee machine and ring down for some room service before heading into the shower to get cleaned up. Doesn't take long before I'm stepping out into the room again and opening the door, watching as the guy brings in some breakfast. The heat from the shower pushes me out onto the private balcony to get some fresh air in nothing but my jeans, croissant in one hand and the other reaching for my insulin.
Fuck it’s hot. It’s mid-July, only ten in the morning and it’s already hot enough to break my own sense of cool. I lift out the pen and stick myself with it, letting the drug do its thing, and turning my back on the world out here. A long sigh falls from me at the visual as I pull the needle back out and slide it all into the case again. Weakness. I frown, and think of her tied up in that room, quivering lips waiting for me to save her. Wasn’t fucking weak there. Won’t ever be fucking weak, regardless of this shit I have to live with. Still, I look at the small case in my hand. I’m not having her see this. Not yet anyway. The thought makes me track back into the bathroom and tuck it away into the compartment, safe from prying eyes, and then head back out onto the balcony.
I slide my sunglasses down and look out at the view, picking up a cup of coffee, trying to get rid of negative thoughts and enjoy just being good for a while. The beach down there is crowded with families milling around, a thousand different coloured umbrellas making it seem like a riot of fun and laughter. Nothing is fun and laughter for me, never will be with what I’ve just done. The water looks good, though, especially further up the coast where all these people aren’t.
“Carter?”
Christ, I like the way she says that.
“Out on the balcony,” I call back.
She comes out, wet hair fresh from the shower, her hand over her eyes to shield her from the glare of sun, and her body encased in my blue shirt. Everything inside me wants to drag her straight back inside and carry on with fucking some more. Instantly.
I look at her over my coffee cup, head tilted and preoccupied by the sight of her. I’ve never seen a woman in my shit before. It’s… weird as fuck. “Looks good,” I eventually say, turning my gaze from her. “Take it off so I can fuck you again.” She giggles and reaches for some orange juice, sitting her ass down on one of the loungers. “Or leave it on. Whatever.” I can't think straight.
“Good morning to you, too.”
I chuckle and keep gazing out at the sea, for some reason wanting to be in it. Maybe I’m just trying to outrun the beating I’m gonna get for getting up inside her. I don’t know or care in these moments. Damn sure I deserve a bit of time for keeping myself away from her as long as I did, though.
And no one’s knocking on the door yet.
“You get seasick?”
“What?” she replies, leaning back to soak up some of the rays.
The shirt pops open a little, revealing those firm peaks that I should be biting rather than thinking about biting. “Seasick? Out on the water?”
“No. I grew up by the sea. There isn’t a thing I can’t do in the water.”
“Fuck in it?”
She sputters and nearly chokes on her orange juice, making me laugh at her reaction. And then she giggles at herself. It's a sound that just winds my dick up further than it already is.
“Jesus, Carter. What do you think?"
“I think not yet.”
I sip coffee again and let those words settle. Not yet. I want to get rid of everynot yetwe have. Want to fuck her in the sea, in my home. Everywhere. Do all the stuff I like to do when I fuck. She got the decent part of me last night, got whatever ability I had to hold off so I could treat her like she deserves for her first time. I look back at her, eyes tracing the length of her legs all the way up to the edge of the shirt barely covering her. Innocence has gone now. Me being decent with that body of hers has gone, too. We'll get into that soon. Maybe find a way of me being both decent and decadent in the same breath. Somehow. “How is that sweet pussy this morning?”
She looks at me with a wicked smile, one I know would get me into a whole shit tonne of trouble if I weren’t already in it. Her relaxing her legs a little, causing the shirt to lift from the area it’s supposed to be, just proves she's as much trouble as I've always damn well known.
My tongue rolls over my lips like I’m in preschool waiting on a lollipop from teacher, still able to taste that blood from last night.
“You keep tempting me and we’ll be finding out how deep that throat of yours is, Fia.” The smile spreads into something I’ve never seen from her before, something filled with grit and dirt, just the way I want it. “Or ass.” Her sudden frown suggests she doesn’t like that idea as much. Tough. She’ll be getting it before I get dragged away from her. “You wanna go out?”
“Weren’t we just discussing sex?”
“Yeah. And now I want to go out.”
“Why?”
I walk over and straddle the sides of the lounger, lifting her legs so I can sit and pull her down onto my dick. Shame it’s covered, but probably safest given there’s no fucking condoms in the place. My hand slides in between us, palm pressing down and fingers sinking straight into that tight cunt of hers. She gasps and squirms, head lolling back because of the orgasm she thinks she’s gonna get. “Because unless you want this dick rammed inside you without anything covering it, I’m trying for sensible.” Her eyes snap back to mine, neither of them giving a damn about sensible. “And that means no one’s getting off until we go out.”
She pouts and grinds herself into my hand.