Page 26 of Serena
“Just you and Elias. I don’t want anyone else to know.” That’s a hard truth. I don’t want to burden my friends. They worry about me so much as it is. Especially Yuri.
He moves both of his hands to my face, cupping my cheeks, and I lean in to his touch. “I’m upset that you called him. I’m upset that he was there for you, to comfort you, to take care of you. I so desperately want to be that for you.” Still holding my face, he brings his forehead to mine. “Thank you for sharing this part of yourself with me. And, Serena, from now on, you call me only. Is that understood?” The only thing I do is nod. I don't have it in me to refuse.
“Did Byran ever hurt you?”
“Just emotionally.” It’s true, Byran wasn’t the only one to hurt me.
He mumbles something. “Hermosa, look at me.” I do as I’m told. “You don't have to worry about him again.”
He grabs me and sets me on his lap, wrapping his arms around me so tight. It’s like he knows I’m going to try and run. Instead, I instinctively lean on his chest. Listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat, it’s fast. I wonder to myself if he would still want to hold me like this if he knew my other secrets.
I wakeup and find that I slept in. Something I haven’t done in a long time. It’s almost noon when I make it out of bed and into the kitchen. I need coffee; I can't function without it. The last thing I remember is the sound of Ian’s heartbeat, shushing me to sleep, like a lullaby. Walking to the kitchen, I see him, sitting on the counter with a charcoal-gray T-shirt, dark jeans, and messy hair. His shirt shows off those tan arms covered in tattoos. Every woman's wet dream.
“You really have to stop staring at me like that.” He interrupts my inner thirsting, and I feel my face turn red. I’m not awake enough for this, but my pussy disagrees.
“Morning. I’m not caffeinated enough for your sass.” I shuffle my way toward the coffee pods. He takes a sip of his. After he sets it down, I grab it and take a sip. “Hmmmm,” I say, holding the mug with both hands and closing my eyes while I wait for the magic elixir to kick in. When I open my eyes, Ian is just staring at me. “The coffee tastes great, just how I like it. I wouldn't have pegged you as a sweet-coffee kinda guy.”
“Oh, I like sweets, but only where it matters. And baby, I can tell you’re all kinds of sweet,” he tells me as his eyes roam my body. I don’t miss the innuendo in his tone. I can’t help but clench my thighs because if I don’t, I think I'll start dripping from how wet his words make me.
“Now eat something.” And we’re back.
“Fine. After that, I'm going to start calling around for another room.”
“Well, you can try, but all the rooms within two miles are booked.”
“What did you do?” I ask.
“Well, every room that was available, now isn’t, and if you call anything further than that, they won't take your reservation. So, just stop being so hardheaded and spend that time enjoying your weekend.”
“You're an overbearing asshole! I can’t believe you.” Getting up, I start walking away, but he grabs me by my elbow.
“I’m glad we’ve established that. Now stop fighting me on everything. I will lock you in this room if I have to, but I’d rather we enjoy our time together.”
I know I’m being stubborn. Do I want to waste time calling around? No. God, he makes me so mad. “Fine. I’ll be at the beach.” I pull myself away from him and storm off, slamming the door.
“Can I join you?” I can practically hear him laughing, and that pisses me off even more. “Fuck off!” I yell through the door.
“You’re out of your mind, you know that?” My brother laughs through the phone.
“Well, she left me no choice.” Hearing her bedroom door open, I end the call. This woman, my woman, is such a natural beauty I can look at her all day. She makes her way out of the room, and I follow. She isn’t speaking to me, but I walk next to her. I don’t like her giving me the silent treatment; if anything, I like hearing her voice, even when she’s arguing and pushing back. Knowing her, she regrets opening up to me last night.
We make our way to the private beach. If she wants beach time, she will get it. I called ahead and reserved a private cabana. I’ll provide her with the best my name can offer.
“This way, Hermosa.” She lets me lead her to our area for the day. Her only thank you is a smile, and that’s all I need. Then I look around to make sure no one’s looking in our direction. She notices and rolls her eyes.
“Will you relax; it’s a beach.” Then she lets her cover-up fall to the ground, and I almost have a heart attack.
I’ve imagined what my vixen would look like naked, spread out in front of me. Fuck, I’ve stroked my cock and come to fantasies and images of her. At this moment, seeing her in hardly any clothes makes me want to come in my swimming trunks. My dick’s been hard since I saw her this morning in her tiny shorts and T-shirt, but this is another level of temptation. One I don’t know if I can make it through. Serena is the sexiest woman I’ve ever seen. She’s wearing a two-piece bathing suit. Her bottoms are surfer-short style that hug her curves in all the right places. Showcasing her voluptuous ass, her legs are toned, and those thighs, fuck, what I wouldn’t give to bury myself between them. Her top is pushing up her perfect breasts. How the fuck am I going to make it through the day? I need to take a dip in the ocean, but even the cold water won’t help.
“What?” she asks as I look around and zero in on anyone who might be looking in our direction.
“I don’t like people looking at what’s mine.”
She scoffs. “First of all, there are like three people around. Two, I’m not yours, and lastly, who are you, my father?” She pauses. “Do you want to be my daddy?” she teases.
I grab her by the nape of her neck and pull her to me. My voice comes out husky and needy. “Baby, you can call me daddy, master, sir, whatever you want, as long as the word ‘your’ is part of it. Because whether you want to accept it or not, I’m yours as much as you are mine.” I pick her up and head into the cold water.
“Ian…what are you—” Realizing what I'm about to do, she wiggles, but I have a firm grip on her. The more she wiggles, the more I want to say fuck it and bend her over the cabana and fuck the sass right out of her. At this point, I don’t care who would see. Shit! I would, I would care. No one else gets to see her. Iwalk into the ocean and drop her into the water. The cold feels good against my burning skin.
