Page 53 of Revival

Crap. My eyes burn with his sweet words.

“I’m going to fill you. Take my cum, Kitten,” he gasps, his rhythm breaking as he stutters and shoves himself deep.

I shove my hand between us and rub myself fast and hard. The feel of his solid cock drilling deep brings me over with him.

“I’m coming, Cort. I’m fucking coming. Mmm!”

“I’m there. I’m there,” I pant just as he begins to throb. My walls close around him, gripping him. While earlier I shot off like a rocket, this orgasm gently rolls over me like the ocean waves lapping against the shore.

“I love feeling you come.” The stubble on his chin rubs against my collarbone with his kiss.

“All right, Romeo. Knock it off, or we’re never getting out of this pool.”

He looks around as if just realizing we’re still outside in the water. “Do you think we woke the neighbors?”

“I’m sure I screamed loud enough for someone to call security if they’re up.” A yawn steals the end of my sentence, making it nearly intelligible. “Think I’m ready for a nap.”

“Good idea.”

With my legs still cinched tight around his waist, Spencer walks us back to our bed.

10

Spencer

I can’t stop fuckingher.

For two days, it seems like all we’ve done.

We’ve neglected everything about this vacation. Gone are the dinner reservations. Our butler, Agustin, is getting a workout, bringing us meals and water. I’m pretty sure that guy knows exactly what’s going on behind these honeymoon suite doors. I’m also certain that’s the reason security hasn’t come by for a wellness check.

In the few times we’ve ventured outside, I wound up finger-fucking Cortney in a cabana by the lazy river. She’s so primed and ready for me that it didn’t take but a few minutes to get her off. She came on one hand while I smothered her scream with the other. It was the hottest experience of all my forty-one years on this earth.

Being here with her is like popping a sleeping pill without the miserable side effects. All the sex keeps my demons at bay. The nightmares of losing Lucas that rise with the dark. It’s not every night but often enough to keep me from consistent sleep.

The vigorous activity has me slumbering like a newborn, and we’re finally sharing the bed.

Unfortunately, the week is half over. Reality is waiting for me on the other side of this brief adventure.

Drinking my coffee in a small café off the lobby, I wait for Cortney to finish checking in with the concierge. She had to reschedule some adventure from yesterday when we didn’t get out of bed until three. My dick throbs at the memory of sliding deep down her throat.

I dribble coffee over the rim when she appears around the corner. The lacy cover-up is doing fuck all to hide what’s underneath. Her string bikini top is red today, cut in two isosceles triangles that seem dangerously close to exposing a nipple.

“Do you know your phone is blowing up?”

“What?” I look over at the device on the table. Sure enough, the screen keeps flashing with texts from my brothers’ group chat. “It’s nothing.”

“Sibling check-in?”

“I suppose you’ve got one too?”

“Yes, but unlike yours, my brothers actually know where I am.”

“But not with who.” I wink. “Where are we off to today?”

“They were pretty booked up for last-minute excursions. We’re going on a catamaran and snorkeling.”

I play with the bill of my hat. “You have fun with that. I’ll stay on the boat.”

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