Page 19 of Life's a Beach
Chapter Five
Bria
When she woke the next morning, she was held against a hard, male chest.
She didn’t hate it. Breathing him in, she finally looked up at him.
He was still asleep, and his face was relaxed and boyish.
He was so unbelievably handsome, and she loved that he wanted her.
She really had to use the bathroom, so she pushed out of his arms gently and got off the bed.
Her body felt sore and some of her muscles ached in places she hadn’t used before.
She loved it. She walked to the bathroom and did what she had to do and came back out to see him still fast asleep, her pillow pulled against his chest.
She giggled at the sight and when she walked back over to the bed, she picked up his shirt he wore and slipped it over her head.
He was big enough of a guy that while his shirt was a little snug across her breasts and thighs, it still fit.
She looked around for her clothes and found her panties in shreds.
She let out a sigh and knew she would have to go without them today, until she could get home.
She heard a noise from the bed and looked over to see Gareth blinking his eyes open and breathing in her pillow.
Then he sat up like he was alarmed and looked around the room almost in a panic.
When his eyes landed on her, he let out a breath of relief.
“I thought you left.”
She smiled and shook her head, “Nope. Just had to use the bathroom and see if I could find my panties. But I guess,” she held up her ruined underwear to show him, “I will be going without them today.”
He chuckled and looked sheepish, “Sorry?”
She rolled her eyes in a playful way and he got up from the bed, and she gulped when she saw his body in all of his perfection.
And it wasfreaking perfection.He had muscles on muscles. His abs were perfectly defined and his thighs were huge tree trunks.
As was something else that she knew was rather large. It made her feminine muscles clench just remembering what it felt like to have him inside her.
He got to her side and kissed her, ignoring her protest about morning breath and he pulled her in tight to his chest.
“Seeing you in my shirt does things to me. Good fucking hell it’s sexy as fuck to see.”
She bit her lip, “I didn’t want to wear my dress.”
He kissed her again, slow and lazy, “Wear anything you want baby. My stuff is your stuff.”
She smiled, and he let go of her and hurried over to the bed, “I forgot I wanted to show you this.”
He walked back over to her and held out a photograph.
She recognized herself in the picture right away. And the young boy.
He was so sweet and innocent. He hadn’t been to a beach before. And had no idea how to build a sand castle.
