Page 13 of The Getaway

We continue down, lights built into the sides of the boardwalk making it easy to see where we’re going, and Bri talks about wanting to check out things around the resort. But all I can think about is what it was like to kiss her and how I wish this short walk wouldn’t end.

All too soon, she stops at the very last bungalow and faces me. Just as I’m finally about to speak, wanting to stall her departure, she beats me to it.

“Do you wanna come in for one more drink?”

“Yes,” I answer before she’s even finished.

Bri giggles, turning to enter the code that opens the door while mumbling something that sounds like, “Thank God.”

Following behind her, I can’t help but curse under my breath as I look around her bungalow. When I checked into my room, it felt like I shouldn’t even set my bag down. Everything at this resort is so pristine compared to my house on the farm.

It’s not that I’m messy or unorganized, but white is definitely not a color that lasts long back home, and everything around here is very, very white.

Bri turns on a couple lights before heading into the small kitchen and I make my way over to the opposite side of the counter.

“What would you like to drink?” Bri asks while putting some ice in two cups.

“Whatever you’re havin’ is good,” I respond, continuing to move around the living room so that I’m not just standing there staring at her.

Unsure of what to do, I sit on the couch, staring down at the dark water that’s below the glass floor and wait for her. Knots form in my stomach as I rub my hands on my shorts. I can’t help but briefly wonder if I should have left, regardless of how badly I want to be near her.

From the moment I laid eyes on her, I’ve thought of all the different ways to peel that sexy cover up off her. There’s chemistry between us, that much is clear from that kiss alone. I can only imagine how amazing it would feel to fuck her. But since I’ve never been the type for one-night stands, I’m at a loss on what to do next.

My stomach twists at the knowledge that I’m in uncharted territory.

This is one of the reasons I love the farm. There’s a structured routine to every day and everything I do. Even when there’s a wrench thrown in the plans from Mother Nature, I always know exactly how to respond.

“Okay,” Bri says, halting my internal spiral. I glance over my shoulder, watching as she grabs both drinks and closes the distance between us. “I’m just gonna come right out and ask something, but before I do, I just need to preface that I’ve never done anything like this.”

She steps in front of me, offering one of the glasses and sucking in a deep breath while waiting for me to answer. Holding her gaze, I accept the drink with a nod and raise a single brow.

“Do you want to fuck?” she rushes out in one quick breath.

I blink at her, waiting for my brain to correct itself and process what she actually said. Because there’s no way I heard her correctly.

She shrugs, “I can’t think of any polite way to ask, and I feel like beating around the bush or dropping subtle hints would take too long.”

Bri stares down at me expectantly while taking a sip of her drink. When she doesn’t say anything further, it becomes clear that I heard her right the first time.

Even still, the need to hear her confirm she wants to fuck sits at the forefront of my mind.

Clearing my throat, I keep my eyes on her, setting my untouched drink on the side table before leaning forward. When she doesn’t back away, or tell me to stop, I place my hands on her hips and gently tug her forward until she’s standing between my parted thighs.

Her chest rises and falls heavily in front of me, tempting and teasing me, but I stay focused. Sliding my hands down the sides of her legs until I reach the bottom of her cover up where my palms meet her smooth, silky skin.

I inhale deeply through my nose, taking in her intoxicating scent and focus on speaking.

“Just so there’s no confusion,” I pause to wet my lips, fighting a smirk as she tracks the movement. Rubbing my thumb in circles, slowly inching them higher and bringing the damned fabric that separates us up with my hands. “Ask me again.”

Her gaze snaps back up to mine and a beautiful blush spreads down her neck. My heart pounds heavily, and for a second, I think she’s going to take it back.

But then she leans forward, her full breasts brushing against my arm, and sets her cup next to mine. When she straightens herself, she doesn’t back away.

Instead, Bri places each of her hands on my shoulders and holds my stare.

“Do you want to fuck?” she says slowly, emphasizing each word.

“Hell yes.”

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