Page 107 of Marry Lies
“I appreciate you defending me,” I tell her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders.
“I’ll always defend you,” she answers.
I’m not so sure about that, butterfly.
“I have an idea,” she says slowly. I narrow my eyes as she stands, giving me a coy smile. When she begins to unbutton her blouse, I look around frantically. We’re mostly alone, but there are a few people close enough to witness the two of us fucking in the sand.
“Estelle—”
“Come on,” she begs, pulling her blouse off, exposing her hot pink, lace bra.
I glare at her. “I know you said you were an exhibitionist, but this is not—”
Her throaty laugh makes me smile. “That’s not what I meant, you prat. Let’s go skinny dipping.”
I tilt my head as I watch her pull her pants down, revealing matching pink underwear.Fuck.
“I should’ve known,” I grumble, standing. “A germ-infested pool of water and my wife. Like a moth to a flame,” I tease.
“Very funny,” she chides, grinning as I cross my arms. “Come on then.”
“Absolutely not,” I tell her. Twisting her lips to one side, she reaches behind her. “Estelle, don’t you dare.”
She unclasps her bra, letting it drop onto the sand. I look around again, but no one is really paying attention. Dragging my eyes back to my wife, she steps out of her underwear, standing on a public beach completely fucking naked.
Fuuuuck.
“Come on,” she begs, putting her hands on her hips.
I admire her body for a minute—the hourglass shape, the muscular thighs, thebite-ableass, and her tits—God. Her tits will be the death of me. Her nipples are hard from the cold, and in the dim light, I can just make out the golden skin on the rest of her body.
“Have fun,” I tell her, frowning. “Try not to pick any strange men up this time.”
She cackles. “I suppose it’s a good thing you were the only one I ever wanted.”
Her words rocket straight to my heart, and for a split second, I consider it.
Removing my clothes in public. Being naked—showing my scars off to the general public. Beingfreefor the first time in my life.
Not giving a flying fuck if someone sees. If someone thinks my scars are ugly, or my skin marred and warped.
Not caring if I get a pitying, curious look.
“Take your clothes off, darling. Live a little.” She turns around and walks to the water. “Let’s make my grandmother proud,” she adds over her shoulder.
And—fuck.
Those five words do something to me. Because I know how much Estelle cared about her grandmother. I know this is important to her, just as the night at the fountain was important to her. And I fucked up that night—I made fun of her by not being able to unclench for once.
Maybe I can do it right this time.
I can do the one thing I longed to do that night.
Have the freedom to do what I want.
Fuck it.
Sighing heavily, I curse under my breath as I undo my tie.
