Page 77 of Fake Dating Adrian Hunter
His dick jerks into me fast and he clenches his teeth, coming inside me with no regard to being quiet. “Yes. Fuck. You’re so tight. So… fucking… good.”
“What the…?” one of the men says, the sound of his voice closer. “I told you someone is out here. Are they…?” His words trail off in laughter. The silhouette of him and his friend grows more visible.
“Shit,” Adrian whispers, pulling out of me and helping me to my feet.
“You couldn’t be quiet?” I laugh.
“Impossible.” He zips up his fly, grabs our discarded clothes in one hand, and takes my hand in the other. “Run.”
ChapterTwenty-Five
Adrian and I stumble into our bungalow well past midnight, covered in sand and laughing from our near miss on the beach. He takes one look at the bedroom, as if contemplating whether to take me to bed for another round, but sees the messy sheets and is no doubt reminded of Darius.
“I still can’t believe you did that to the bed,” Adrian says through drunken kisses, guiding me backward to the pool area.
“I get it, that bed is a tainted zone. What are you thinking of instead, pool sex?” My fingers unfasten my sarong, but before I get far, Adrian picks me up and carries me to the daybed.
“Water sex only works in the movies.”
“Isn’t that what they say about beach sex as well? I think we proved them wrong.”
He smirks. “Is that a challenge?”
I strip out of my clothes and dive into the water, smoothing my hair back upon resurfacing. “Oh, it’s definitely a challenge. And besides, I need to stock up on you tonight since we’ll barely see each other tomorrow. You’re leaving before sunrise to go on some males-only golf excursion that takes place on a whole other island of the Whitsundays, all while I’ll be stuck here with the girls at the day spa. The whole theme of men and women separating tomorrow doesn’t even make sense. That’s what straight couples do so the bride and groom have time apart. Tory and Phoebe will still be together. And can we talk about how sexist this plan is? Why does everyone assume I’d prefer a day of pampering instead of hot, sweaty golf that I’ll be bad at?”
Adrian raises an eyebrow at my rambling speech that I’m sure I slurred several words of. “You are completely wasted.”
“Your point?”
He laughs and dives into the water, and I have my world blown again as Adrian fucks me into oblivion.
A text message alert wakes me mid-morning. I don’t remember falling asleep, but here I am on the daybed by our pool, naked beneath a beach towel. My head pounds with a hangover and I lose the high from last night when I realize I’m alone, Adrian having already left for the golf trip. I squint at the phone screen, shielding my eyes from blinding sunlight. The message is from Adrian, and I can’t bring myself to read it, knowing how honest—not to mention, embarrassingly wild and aggressive—I was with him last night while drunk. But all the possible replies that I’m creating in my head are so much worse. What if it’s something shocking likeI can’t believe you played me like that,orI can’t remember a thing from last night?
What if it’s something good likeI miss you?
I love you.
The unknown makes me look.
Adrian:Morning. How’s your head?
Well, that was anticlimactic.
Verena:Not good, but I’ll survive. And yours? What time did you leave?
Adrian:5 a.m. I’m a wreck.
Verena:Do you remember last night?
He doesn’t reply instantly, and I start to panic. When his message does arrive, it’s blunt and sets off my anxiety even more.
Adrian:Yes. We need to talk.
What kind of response is that? No,It was amazing,or any emojis to help me decipher his tone. Our banter is off. It’s not like him to be so orderly. If this were a face-to-face conversation, he’d have something smart to say.
I try to form a reply, but everything I type either sounds too desperate or like I’m annoyed. So, I leave our conversation as is, not wanting to embarrass myself further. Adrian never texts back, which has me overthinking the situation even more. I distract myself by messaging Darius in our group chat with Zac.
Verena:The situation with Adrian has changed. He knows about everything. I’d recommend staying clear of him at golf today.
