Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24776 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 124(@200wpm)___ 99(@250wpm)___ 83(@300wpm)
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I question. He didn’t miss a beat with that question.
“It’s you and me, Peyton. Of course, I’m serious.” Chance takes my iPad out of my hand, tossing it on the lounge chair Fox has set up on the sand.
“I’m sure I can get away, but you know my parents, they’ll want to know. Well, let’s be honest, it’s Bridger. He’ll be up in our business like nobody else, and my sisters, and Berkley. You get the picture. My family is one big party.” I roll my eyes, but I’m happy too. They care, I know that, even if it’s too much at times.
“Baby, if you think I haven’t already talked to Bridger, you’re the crazy one. I won’t even begin to tell you what that fucker had to say.” He cocks his head while dipping down to graze my lips.
When we pull a part, Fox is clearing his throat and saying, “I’m guessing we’re sealing the deal?”
“Yeah, brother. We are.” Chance doesn’t take his eyes off mine though. It’s as if he’s telling me that only we exist.
“Right on. Well, let’s go get a few beers, go over the numbers, and eat.” Fox looks at his watch. My stomach growls at the thought of food, reminding me that breakfast was hours ago.
“I need to get her fed. A hungry Peyton is not something anyone needs to see.” I smack his lower stomach, not that it does much with how firm he is.
“That’s not very nice. I am ready for a margarita though.” I shrug my shoulders when they both look at me. “What? It’s a vacation. Drinking at eleven o’clock in the morning is normal. You’re lucky. If the girls were here, we would have started off with mimosas or bloody Mary’s.”
“Sounds like if you all get together, Chance here may reap the benefits. Though, if he has to cart four drunk women home, well, I don’t envy that,” Fox retorts. Chance shakes his head but grabs my things, and we follow after his brother walking towards some place that has the best food in town, even if it’s a hole in the wall.
Nine
Chance
It’s been a great week, even though tonight is our last night here. Which means we’ll both be back to keeping our nose to the grindstone. Now more than ever.
This is the night I’ve been waiting for. Peyton has shared some of her fantasies. Some of them we’ve acted on, including her getting off while we were walking back to the hotel last night. She probably would have done something more daring, but I wasn’t going to let just anyone see her ride my fingers. That’s why when I came across a shadowed corner in a darkened area, I slid my hand up her dress, kissed her silent while she came, dripping wet all over my fingers.
We’ve worked through a few of mine, and let’s just say, if I have to go out of town without her, well, she’s given me a shit ton of spank bank material.
Tonight though, I’m going to fulfill not only one of hers but one of mine. It’s not quite what she had in mind, but it’s what I’m willing to do without wandering fucking eyes on my woman. The other night was a fluke, and I hadn’t known what that mischievous look in her eyes meant when she took my hand and slid it up her thigh. That didn’t stop me from getting her off while we were waiting on our waitress to bring us our dinner. If I hadn’t pulled her head into the crook of my shoulder, and if she didn’t bite down on my neck, I’m sure the whole restaurant would have known what I was doing. It was hard enough to get up from the table afterwards to use the restroom. I think my cock had a permanent zipper imprinted on it until we got back to the hotel room.
“I’ll be on the balcony,” I call over my shoulder, already stripped out of my shirt, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, the wine, and two glasses.
“Okay, I’m just going to change, and then I’m there.” I finagle opening the door, then place everything on the small table that’s set up in the corner with a few chairs. I’ll tell you, though, if I had this view every day, I’d definitely want something more comfortable than the pub style table they have out here. I pour our drinks, take mine over to the railing, and lean on it while listening to the waves crash along the shore.
“Thank you for this, and not just the wine. This has been an amazing week.” Peyton steps out onto the balcony with me, all while I’m swallowing my tongue at what she’s wearing, or really a lack of what she’s wearing.