Page 39 of Better Left Unsaid

“If I forgot my royal blue bathing suit, this trip is going to suck.” Bianca’s loud voice filled the air and alerted me that she was close by, so I moaned and placed a hand on Dom’s chest. He didn’t catch my signal, though, and, once his tongue drove into my mouth, I had zero willpower to pull back myself.

Until I heard the door open. Then I found it, pushing him off me with all my strength. “Yeah, so I think my lips are puffy,” I said, placing a hand on them. In case you couldn’t tell, I was crap in situations like this. Seriously, I wasn’t any good at sneaking around. I was certainly no sleuth.

“I can see that,” Dom said, playing it cool and nodding as he examined my lips.

Bianca furrowed her brows, narrowed her eyes, and gave us the dirtiest look I’d ever seen. “What the hell are you two doing?” So she hadn’t seen us kissing, thank goodness.

“I think I ate something that made my lips puffy.” That made sense, right? I sure hoped it did. In my head it did. If I were Bianca, though, I probably would’ve thought I was losing my mind.

Bianca looked to me, Dom, and then back again. “Okayyy,” she replied, looking like she wasn’t entirely convinced. “Usually, I would try to figure out what’s really going on here, but I think I lost my bathing suit. Maria, can you help me find it in all this crap?”

Dom placed his hands in his pockets and angled his head toward the inside of the house. “I think I’ll leave you two to it. Maria, I’ll see you inside. Bianca, I hope you find your bathing suit.”

“Thanks?” Bianca said, a questioning tone in her voice to match her quizzical expression. Her eyes followed him until he was out of sight. Then she turned to me and pointed inside. “Is it just me, or is he getting weird?”

I shrugged and let out a shaky laugh. “You know him.” Geez, that made no sense at all. What was the matter with me?

“Sure,” she said, letting it go. “Just help me find my suit, okay? It’s the one that gives me great boobs. It’s got to be in one of my suitcases.” She looked around at the luggage that was left out front.

“Oh, no,” I feigned exasperation, placing a hand on my chest and gasping for good measure. “Not the one that gives you great boobs.”

“I hate you,” she intoned, speaking with her hands. “Anyway, I could’ve sworn I packed it, but honestly I usually just dump all my bathing suits in my suitcase and don’t pay attention to which ones are going in.”

I pursed my lips. “Don’t hate me because you’re ridiculous. Hate me because you let me borrow it, and I never returned it. It’s still at my house.” I cringed, pressing a finger between my front teeth.

“Nooo,” she drew out, her mouth forming an O shape. “Now I really do hate you.”

“Sorry, sis,” I said and headed inside. “Do you mind bringing the rest of these suitcases in? I want to go check on Isabella.”

“Sure, but you’re horrible!” she shouted after me.

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I bent down and squirted more sunscreen out of the bottle to put on Isabella’s body. “Mommy, I hate this stuff. It’s slimy,” she said, scrunching her nose and crossing her arms, giving me all the attitude she could muster. For your information, it was a lot. “I just want to go out with everyone else.”

“I know you do,” I said, not letting up on my mission to make sure she was wearing enough sunscreen. “And you’re almost done. I just want to get your nose.”

“But you already did my nose,” she whined, starting to get extra antsy now.

I picked up the bottle from the floor and went to squeeze more on my finger to put on her nose when Dom came in and leaned his tall stature against the frame. “What’s going on here?” he asked, nudging his head at us.

I showed him my hands covered in the white “slimy stuff” as Isabella referred to it. “I want to make sure she’s protected. The rays from the sun are strong.”

Isabella whined again. “Uncle Dom, I want to go outside.”

“I know, but hey, once she’s done, she’ll leave you alone.”

For sixty minutes, then we’d talk again.While Isabella was still facing his way, I mouthed a thank you to him for backing me on this one. “Okay,” Isabella replied sweetly, nodding at him. The way Isabella saw it, anything that came out of Dom’s mouth may as well have been scripture.

It was almost unbelievable the kind of hold he had on my daughter. And me, if we were being honest.

As promised, I finished with her nose and sent her on her way. “All right, get out of here,” I said, patting her back as she turned to leave.

“Thanks, Mommy!” she screamed as she ran out like the place was haunted and she was running from a ghost.

Dom helped me up, taking in the sight of me in a red two-piece bathing suit, the top strapless and the bottoms high-waisted. “You talked about my chinos, but do you know what seeing you in that does to me?”

I licked my lips and let my eyes wander to his cock in the trunks he was wearing. “Watch out, big boy, or you won’t be able to go outside. You might cause a scene.”

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