Page 10 of Something Borrowed
Closing the distance between us, he brushes my windblown hair back from my face. His touch ignites something inside of me that I don’t know how to put out. Cradling my face, he bows his head to mine. His whisper is almost lost on the wind and the crashing waves.
“No, Lark, I believe you came herefor me.”
Chapter Six
Lawson
Seeing what you want and taking what you want can be two wildly different things.
Once I set sight on Lark Stokes, I saw exactly what I want in a woman. Lark is the entire package: sweet, smart, supportive of the people she loves, and the sexiest thing I have ever seen. Being with her is the closest I have ever felt to heaven, the closest I have ever been to feeling good and whole.
Earlier tonight I made a joke during a get to know the groom game about not knowing who I was or where I was headed. It might have been a joke, but it was also true. Before I met Benji in college, I was spoiled with everything I could ever want—but nothing I ever needed.
If it had not been for him teaching me some humility, giving me some direction, I might never have grown up at all. I could have partied my way through college, never learning a bloody thing. Benji saved me from myself. From wasting what little I thought I had going for me. He was there to tell me to get to class, to use my head, to make something out of nothing.
“I am glad I get to be here with you for this,” I tell him after the tapas dinner, even as my eyes watch his mother stroll towards the beach.
“It wouldn’t be complete without you being here. Having all the people here who count feels good. The wedding is going to be a beautiful day.”
“Yeah, mate, it is. I am so proud of you. You’ve got such a lovely life starting now,” I nod at his bride-to-be, smiling as she throws an arm around me in a hug before planting a kiss on my cheek.
Beside her, his younger sister Beatrix makes eyes at me.Those eyes have been eating me up all night, but I’ve ignored it. Not to be rude to her or dismiss her. To do right by Lark. I would hope Lark would do the same if a man were flirting with her or making known is interest. It would infuriate me if another man even thought about making a pass at her now.
Chatting with the wedding party a while longer, I watch Lark get a little further from the others. Once I consider her a safe distance, I excuse myself to go to her. Truth be told, I would not care if I told my best mate that I have been hooking up with his mother. There is no reason for us to hide it.
Ought to wait till after his wedding to tease I could be his stepdad.
Going to Lark, I glance back at the rest of the party. No one even notices me slip away. Reaching her, I swear I can read her mind. All the questions and doubts. Her sweet scent carries on the wind, filling my lungs and settling me, making me realize I had been unsettled without her close.
Reaching her, I grasp her hips in my hands, unable to keep my hands off her. I have to touch her when I get close enough. Lark lets out a little sigh, unable to hide that she welcomes my touch. Lowering my head, I whisper in her ear, telling her not to consider this thing between us as a mistake.
We go back and forth a little on our views on this. On us. Because whether we want to admit it or not, whether we expected it or not, there is an us here. There is an us happening. We can deny it, we can try to hide it, but it is there in the way I look at her, in the way she looks at me.
“Lawson, I did not come here for me,” Lark argues as she gazes up at me.
Christ, she is beautiful. The sun settles low in the skies behind her, shimmering off the crashing waters. Her thick, raven hair billows in the wind, framing her beautiful face in inky darkness. I reach out to her, cupping her face in my hands,because she might be right about that. But she is wrong about one thing.
“No, Lark, I believe you came herefor me.” Lowering my head, I brush my mouth over hers.
Lark moans, opening her mouth to my tongue as I crush her soft body to my hard one. I am shaking as she latches on, her tongue stroking mine, her breathy sighs making my heart thunder in my chest. I am insatiable for her, for her sounds, for her pleasure, for her smiles and laughter.
Glancing back again, I see the others have left the beach. It reminds me there were a few weddings here this weekend. Struck with an idea, I kiss her once more before pulling back. Lark blinks at the grin she sees on my face, but I think she will love my idea.
“Let’s go crash a wedding, love,” I tell her, hands brushing through her wild hair. “There is one every single night. What do they say? Something borrowed? Borrow me for the weekend, let me be your date at the weddings. Let’s have a good time together while we’re here.”
“We can’t crashallthe weddings, Lawson,” she argues, even as a huge grin overtakes her face. We talked about it on the plane and the idea excited her then.
If I can show her a good time, if I can make her happy all weekend, maybe she will trust that I can do it past this weekend. Maybe she would give me a chance to make her happier than a few orgasms and some dirty talk can make her. Although, the orgasms I’ve had with her and our dirty talk has been hot as hell, so I would take it if that’s all she can give me.
“We can. No one knows us at the wedding tonight. I have to share you with everyone Sunday at Benji’s wedding. Let me have you tonight and tomorrow night too,” I plead, pulling her against my body as the salty ocean air kicks her dress up.
“Lawson, I don’t know,” her words drop trail off whenmy hands cup her ass, dragging her tighter against me. I took advantage of that little wardrobe malfunction to get my hands on her plump ass.
“Idoknow. Last night we talked about how fun it could be. Itwillbe fun. We can dance,” I tell her, swaying her slightly. “We can eat, drink. I can kiss you,” I murmur, kissing her mouth, her jaw, her throat. “Afterwards, I can take you back to my room and spend the night buried inside of you.”
Giving a little moan, she opens her mouth as I slip my tongue inside again. My hands grip her ass tighter, lifting her off her feet to let her feel how hard I am talking about it. I want more than a filthy fling with her, but Idowant to be buried inside her as long as I can this weekend.
“Yes,” she cries out, rubbing against my stiff cock shamelessly. “Yes, I want to.... Lawson,” her whimpers echo softly, making my dick harder.
