Page 47 of Searching for Sunshine

“Fucking finally,” I murmur. “All I’ve thought about since we left the house is getting you out of this swimsuit, Stels.”

She smiles, turns on the water, and drags me under the cool stream of the shower. After spending the last few hours in the late evening heat, I groan at the feeling of the cool water against my overheated skin and Stella shivers in my arms.

“Cold?” I ask, and she shakes her head, dropping her hands down to tug on my swim trunks. As soon as I’m free of them, she runs her fingers across my already hard shaft, and I suck in a breath at the contact.

Unable to wait any longer, I tug her swimsuit top off and pop her pink nipple into my mouth. She threads her fingers through my hair, and I smile as I feel her give herself over to me. It turns out that once Stella’s comfortable, her anxiety doesn’t seem to be an issue anymore—at least when it comes to sex. There’ve been times where she freezes, and we’ve worked through them, but for the most part, she seems to become more excited and carefree each time we’re together.

“Please fuck me, Wyatt,” Stella mutters after I’ve teased her for a few moments, and that’s all the encouragement I need to pull her swimsuit down and slide inside her.

When Stella and I started having sex, she insisted that I didn’t need to wear a condom thanks to her birth control, and every time I feel her hot pussy wrap around my cock, I’m convinced I’ll never feel anything this fucking incredible again in my life.

“Shit, Wyatt,” she moans as soon as I’m inside her. “You feel so fucking good.”

I murmur my agreement, leaning down to grab her legs and wrap them around my waist, pressing her back against the wooden wall of the shower. The water beats down around us, and the combination of the sensations of the water and her body have me ready to come already.

“You look so pretty when you take my cock, Stels,” I whisper in her ear and grunt when I feel her pussy spasm around my cock. “God, you’re so fucking tight. Were you thinking about this while we were down at the beach? Because you’re all I’ve thought about all fucking night.”

“Yes, I wanted you too,” she moans between thrusts, and I can tell she’s close. Reaching down, I play with her clit, and I feel her spasm with the first wave of her orgasm.

“Shit, Wyatt, don’t stop,” she begs. I use her words as encouragement to hold off until she’s finished. As soon as I feel her orgasm start to wane, I let out a sigh of relief and start to fuck her harder, losing myself to my own orgasm. I feel my cum spill into her tight pussy and I lean against the wall to support us both as we come down from the high of our orgasms.

“You did so good, Stels,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to her forehead and she smiles at my praise.

“I don’t think that’ll ever get old,” Stella says with a laugh. I try to hide my wince at the reminder that she’s right. It already feels like time’s running out on this arrangement, and I’m afraid I won’t ever get enough of her.

CHAPTER 21

STELLA

“God, this is exactly what I needed,” I groan, sinking into the booth at The Sand Bar later that week. “A pineapple vodka lemonade and some greasy french fries are calling my name.”

“Ugh, same,” Avery agrees. “I can’t remember the last time we sat down and had drinks together. The last month has been such a damn whirlwind.”

“Right? Can you believe we’ve been running the Hideaway together for over two months? Sometimes I still feel like we’re in our first week here, and other times it feels like we’ve been here for years.”

“Yeah, same. I was thinking about that earlier this week. It’s hard to believe that if we hadn’t lost our jobs at the beginning of the summer, we would be getting ready to go back to school at Smith’s Valley,” Avery points out.

“God, isn’t that wild? I’ve just gotta say, I know the last month has been a little chaotic, but I already can’t imagine this not being our lives. Is that weird? I mean, don’t get me wrong, I will probably totally be in my feels on the first day of school and I’ll probably always miss the kids, but I wasn’t expecting to feel this much peace with not going back to the classroom.

Avery nods in agreement. “Yeah, I totally feel that. I really did love teaching, but I feel so much less stressed already knowing I don’t have to go back. And now that our bookings are up so much, we actually aren’t as broke as I thought we’d be.”

I can’t help but laugh at that. “I still can’t believe you moved down here with me with literally no guarantee of a salary or benefits or anything, Aves. I really don’t know how I’ll ever thank you. There’s no way on earth I could have done this by myself.”

“Aww, Stels, you know there was no way I was letting you do this alone. I’m actually having a great time coming up with new ideas for the Hideaway, and even with how busy we’ve been, I’ve started working on building up my art business too. It’s really been a win for both of us. Plus, if I hadn’t moved, I would’ve missed the entertainment of watching you pretend that you aren’t totally in love with your not-so-fake husband.”

I roll my eyes. “Lord, here we go again. Are you ever going to just believe me when I say we’re happy with how things are now? We don’t have to be anything more.”

I know as I say the words that they aren’t completely true, but they’ve become such a habit, that they fall easily from my lips.

The truth? I’ve been falling for Wyatt over the last few months. He’s sweet and funny, and he makes me feel so special when we’re together. Not to mention the fact that the sex is fucking incredible. No one’s ever made me feel the way he has, but I try to remind myself that after the end of the year, all of this goes away. No more spending Sunday mornings in bed seeing how many times he can make me come. No more afternoon walks with Duke around the property, laughing about the different shenanigans from the day around the hotel.

Avery looks across the table at me, taking a sip of her lemonade before she asks, “Stels, I love you, but can we drop the act? You’re in love with your husband, and the sooner youacknowledge it, the sooner we can figure out what we’re going to do about it.”

“I—I’m def—definitely not in love with him,” I sputter, completely taken aback by her accusation. “Sure, I have a little bit of a crush, but have you seen the man? He’s fucking gorgeous. And he’s done so much for me and the hotel, and the sex is great, but that’s it. We promised we were just friends, Aves. You know that,” I continue to ramble as Avery watches me skeptically.

“Babes, let’s be real. You’re in love with him. And there’s nothing wrong with that. But I do think we need to move past the denial phase we’re currently in because delusion isn’t cute on ya,” she says.

I blink at her and realize she’s right. I’ve known I was developing feelings, but when she lays it out in front of me, I can’t deny it to myself any longer. I’m completely in love with Wyatt Robinson, and I don’t know if my heart’s going to survive losing him. But at the same time, there’s no way I can ask him to stay with me. He’s already given up a year of his life to make sure I get to keep the Hideaway, and we’ve both been super clear with the expectation that all of this ends in just ten months.

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