Page 83 of An Inconvenient Marriage
I bit harder into my lip and closed my eyes. Slowly spreading my legs, I slipped my hand into my shorts and underwear. Gosh, I wasn’t wet. I was soaked and swollen.
And throbbing.
Greedy for a release, I plunged a finger inside. And as good as it felt, I needed more. Adding another one, I thought of Zach and how his erection felt between my legs. Thick and hard, he’d hit all the right spots.
My fingers pumped faster while I recalled the feel of his mouth on my breasts. How he’d scraped his teeth over my sensitive nipples.
I heard his voice in my ear and imagined him standing over me, stroking himself while he watched me screw my hand.
With that image in my head, I withdrew my fingers and thrust them back in one last time. My walls clenched, and I pulsed so hard, my legs pressed together.
It took a few minutes, but once the initial shock wore off, I couldn’t stop the laughter from bubbling over my lips. Never in a million years would I have done what I’d just done and not even feel too embarrassed about it.
I don’t know what Zach is turning me into, I thought, making my way to the bathroom to wash up,but I don’t hate it at all.
Finally clean and dressed, I made my way back to the bedroom and headed straight for the tray on the desk. They’d stacked it with eggs, toast, yogurt, and fruits. There was a teapot and a cup, as well as two fresh juices.
I shook my head and nibbled on my lip. This man really was obsessed with getting me to eat. I kind of liked it. Or rather, I liked that he cared enough to notice.
With a way too huge smile on my face, I piled half of the scrambled eggs onto a slice of toast and eagerly tucked in. I swear, the only thing I liked more than Spain itself was the food. Even something as simple as eggs created an explosion of flavor inside my mouth.
Somewhere between the second piece of toast and the last bite of eggs, Everlee slipped into my mind. We hadn’t checked in with each other in a few days, and I was sure she was worried. Especially since I’d turned off my phone after Zach had sent me back here on my own.
Gosh, how was that just a few days ago? It felt like a lifetime of things had happened between then and now.
Fishing my phone out of my purse, I switched it on. A couple of missed call notifications popped up, but I ignored them and scrolled straight to my messaging app.
A rush of disappointment filled me when I tapped Everlee’s name and saw there were no new messages. I hoped everything was okay and my father hadn’t threatened her parents again.
The last time he’d done that, Everlee’s mother had a breakdown, which led to Everlee having a meltdown of her own. Hate bubbled inside my veins. It was so strong I ground my molars and clenched my fist around my phone.
How was it even possible for one man to cause so much anguish?
Taking a deep breath, I quickly fired off a text.
Me: Hey, Evie, everything okay?
The dots didn’t jump immediately, so I took the bowl of fruit and went out onto the balcony. Despite my angry thoughts, I couldn’t ignore the beautiful day outside. Nor could I keep it from affecting me.
I took in the bright sun sitting high in the indigo sky and the lush green mountains standing proud. I listened to the birds sing their happy song, and when a feeling of peace washed over me, I didn’t stop it.
I liked this place. So much, I could easily see myself living here for the rest of my life.
Maybe that has nothing to do with Spain and everything to do with the man you’re with.
My phone chimed before that thought could go any further, and I welcomed it.
Ignoring the fluttering inside my chest, I swiped my screen to reveal a message from Everlee.
Everlee: Hey, Nat. Oh my gosh, so sorry for the radio silence. Cece is back from college, and we’ve been catching up.
Everlee: You good?
I smiled, my fingers flying over the keyboard.
Me: It’s so great that she’s there. Tell her hi from me.
Me: And yeah, I’m good. Really good.
