Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84344 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 337(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“No,” I reply. “I’ll be fine.”
He nods at me, then sits up and drives us back to the villa. “Can you walk?” he asks me, and all I can do is laugh.
“I don’t know about walking, but I can strut my stuff like I’m on a catwalk,” I state, pulling myself up and hitting my head on the top of the golf cart. “Ouch,” I say, and the burning starts at the top of my head.
“Oh, God,” Dylan says, coming to my side. “Come here.” He puts his hand around my waist and holds me.
He lifts me up in his arms, and I yelp, putting my arm around his shoulder.
“Don’t make me fall.”
Chapter 14
Dylan
I lift her in my arms as she yelps, and then it’s followed with a giggle. She puts one hand around my shoulders. “Don’t make me fall.”
I look down into her eyes as my hand brings her closer to me, her head falling on my shoulder. “I’ll never let you fall, Alex,” I assure her, looking into her eyes. “You can always count on me.”
“You’re the bestest,” she says, slapping my chest with her hand. “Of the bestest.” She holds out her hands to the sides. “In the wholest of the world.” She throws her head back.
“If you keep yelling like that,” I say as I start to make my way to the villa. “You are going to wake up your parents, and then they are going to know you’re drunk.”
“I’m not drunk!” she shrieks. “I’m tipsy.”
“Yeah,” I mumble as I carry her up to the door and open it. “You had so many shots.”
“I had wet pussy shots,” she says. “The cum in my panties was good also.” My cock stirs in my pants.
“Why don’t we not talk?” I mumble as I walk into the villa. The soft light from the living room glows as I walk to her side of the house.
“Water.” She points at the fridge off the living room. “Need water to hydrate.” She puts her head on my shoulder and buries her face in my neck, and if I thought I was going through hell before, it’s nothing compared to now. This is what torture is, having the woman you have been dreaming of in your arms, but not able to do a fucking thing about it.
“I’ll drop you in the bed,” I tell her, trying to keep my head from self-combusting. “And then go get water.”
“No.” Her head pops out from my neck, her face filled with fear. “Don’t leave me.” I look at her as her eyes look into mine. “Are you going back to the blonde? I don’t like her. She only wants your dick.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I confirm, swallowing as I turn to walk back into the kitchen, I turn to the side grabbing the fridge handle with the same hand that holds her legs. I grab two water bottles and then the dress she is wearing falls off her leg and all I see is a bare leg. I close my eyes and count to ten, but nothing can calm down the way my body just woke up.
“Are we stuck?” Alex asks as she looks around. “Why aren’t we moving?” I laugh at her. “My head is moving.” She puts her head back and closes her eyes. “You know what we should do?” she asks, her eyes going big. “We should dance.”
“We should not dance.” I roll my lips trying not to laugh at her. “What we should do is …”
She puts her finger on my lips. “Don’t say it.” She sings the words. “If you put it out into the universe.” She looks around and then whispers, “They’ll know.” I can’t help but laugh at her. “If you don’t say it, no one is going to know.”
“Let’s get you to bed,” I say, walking over to her side of the room. Walking into her room, I see that her bags are still packed, which is weird since she loves to unpack as soon as she gets here. One suitcase has a pile of clothes in it like a bomb went off. The light on the side table is on but on low, just giving the room a glow. The windows are open so you can hear the sound of the water crashing onto the rocks.
“You want to know a secret?” she says in a whisper, but because she’s drunk, it comes out louder than a whisper. “Julia wants to have sex with Chase.” She laughs as she puts her finger to her lips. “Shhh, don’t tell anyone.”
“I don’t think that is a secret at all,” I say, and she laughs.
“Franny is having sex.” She slaps the bed. “On the beach.”
“Okay,” I say, not wanting to think about sex, especially with her in my arms, after thinking about her all night naked.