Page 33 of Her Fake Island Wedding

Chapter Sixteen

Lying in bed beside Lucy in the warm morning light on the day before their wedding, Bryce studied her sleeping face. With her hair splayed around her face like a dark halo, lips parted slightly as she breathed in the slow rhythm of sleep, she looked like an angel to his dazzled eyes. He only hoped the spa day helped relax her rather than stress her out; several of her friends had arranged their schedules to have at least part of the day with her. He’d impressed on Olivia the need never to leave Lucy alone with Justine, and Olivia had promised to stick to Lucy’s side like glue.

Several of the girls who worked at the spa were friends of his. They all knew about the situation as well and had taken pains to assure Bryce they’d make sure Lucy had a good day, and they’d keep Justine too busy to needle or harass her daughter.

Checking his watch, he grimaced slightly. He’d have to wake her shortly, and then he wouldn’t see her until the actual ceremony tomorrow. Luke had put one of the premium resort cabins at their disposal for a couple of days as a wedding gift, and an extra suite in the main resort for Lucy to sleep in tonight, both of which they felt slightly guilty about but had no compunctions about accepting. Not when they’d had the photographer snapping candid shots of them both constantly for the last couple of days too, right down to Bryce getting his hair cut yesterday morning.

Lucy sighed and shifted a little in her sleep, the sheet slipping further down her body and revealing her breasts to his gaze.

Well, Bryce thought with a grin,at least he could make sure her day started pleasurably. Easing down the bed, he closed his mouth on one rose-pink nipple, licking and tonguing gently until it peaked in his mouth.

“Don’t stop,” Lucy murmured after a minute or so, and her hand slid into his newly-shorn hair to hold him close.

“Not stopping,” he mumbled, moving across to the other breast to suck that nipple to a pouting point as well. His hand eased between her thighs, which Lucy willingly parted for him, her breath hitching as his fingers burrowed gently.

“Best way to wake up,” she mumbled as his thumb started swiping circles over her clit.

Bryce hummed in wordless agreement, sliding down between her thighs and tracing his tongue over the path his thumb had just taken. Lucy’s thighs lifted over his shoulders, her heels pressing into the solid muscles of his back, urging him on.

He had no intention of stopping, working his tongue over her clit until she was sobbing his name and tugging his hair, her body quivering as she came, soaked pussy clenching on his fingers.

“My turn,” Lucy said when she got her breath and her strength back, pushing Bryce down to his back. He lay back with a grin as she reached for a condom, reaching up to tease her nipples as she mounted him, sinking slowly down on his rigidly erect cock.

“Christ, you feel so good, angel,” he gasped as she seated herself fully.

“Mm hm,” Lucy agreed breathlessly. She tipped her head back, her dark hair rippling over her shoulders as she flexed her thighs to lift herself up and lower down again. To Bryce’s dazzled eyes, she was a goddess, his Aphrodite riding the waves of passion along with him until they both found completion, gasping and straining against each other in mutual climax.

As she lay on his chest afterwards, both of them damp with sweat and breathing heavily, Bryce stroked her hair and tried to come up with the words to express how he felt. “That was magical,” he whispered finally, and felt Lucy smile against his chest.

“For a dyslexic, you’ve got a good way with words.”

“If only,” he mumbled. Maybe then he’d be able to find the ones he needed to tell Lucy he was hopelessly in love with her and praying she didn’t drop him like a hot potato once Justine left the island.

“Thanks for the stress reliever.” Lucy patted his chest before climbing off him. “I gotta shower before I go to the spa, or I’ll stink of sex.”

The bathroom door clicked shut, leaving Bryce staring at it.Thanks for the stress reliever?

Hopefully, Lucy was just even worse with words than he was.

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“That may have been the worst post-coital line in the history of the world,” Lucy groaned, leaning her forehead against the shower wall and wishing the water could wash away her idiocy. “I might just as well have saidwham bam thank you man.” And after Bryce had woken her up so delightfully, too! When would she ever learn to just keep her mouth shut?

Mind you, it would have been much, much worse to blurt out what she’d actually been thinking. Telling Bryce she loved him would probably have him running for the hills.

With a sigh, she reached for the shampoo and started washing her hair. Their relationship was getting stranger by the day, trapped in the weird situation she’d put them in with her own chicken-shit inability to stand up to her mother. What the hell were they going to do once Justine left? Would they just go back to being friends? Would Bryce move back to his own cabin?

Closing her eyes against the sting as she rinsed the shampoo out, Lucy blew water droplets out with frustration. She was too scared to talk to Bryce about their relationship until after Justine left, not that she thought he’d bail on her at this stage. They just had to stick it out a couple more days, get through the wedding day and then they could talk. Really talk.

She felt sick with anxiety at the mere thought.

* * *

Bryce was gone when she left the bathroom, the bed neatly made. He was heading out on a full-day dive today, Lucy knew, and that evening had been invited to Jace’s villa with some of his friends among the male staff for a small bachelor party.

“Ready?” A knock on the door made Lucy look up to see Olivia standing there with Gemma, the resort photographer who had been documenting the lead-up to the wedding.

“Yeah,” Lucy said, dry-mouthed. “Sure.”

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