My ass really fucking hurts. I wiggle my baby blue bikini bottom and shriek as a gelatin-like creature plops out of it. A frickin' jellyfish. I was stung by a frickin' jellyfish. Just keep swimming, my ass, Dory. This hurts like a mother.
On the horizon, I see a large silhouette coming toward me fast and decide to call out to it.
"Help! Is anybody out there?"
The silhouette grows larger as it comes closer and closer. Because the sun is so damn bright, and I forgot to bring sunglasses, I can't make out who it is until he is right on top of me.
"What's wrong? What happened?" The deep British lilt makes my nipples pebble yet again. And since they are only covered by a bikini top that doesn't leave much to the imagination, they are highly noticeable.
"Whip your dick out, now!"
Chapter Sixteen
Darren
In the midst of her incoherent babbling, I make out the words, jellyfish and dick. The appendage in question is already more than happy to hear her sweet voice call out his name, which will only make aiming more difficult. I'm pretty sure that peeing to help a jellyfish sting is a myth, but when a beautiful woman asks you to whip your dick out, you do it. No questions asked. Especially if that beautiful woman is as attractive as Alyssa Lance.
Even winced over in pain and leaning up against a boulder, she steals my fucking breath away. The way the sky-blue bikini top conforms around the swells of her breasts, accentuating the cleavage of her bosom, it leaves me fucking speechless. Dammit, if I don't want to run my tongue down the cleft until it brushes up against the underside of one of her succulent breasts and take it in my mouth. Her heart-shaped ass looks superb under the tight-fitting elastic fabric. I want to palm each of her perfect globes and knead them between my fingers until she moans with ecstasy.
My cock pulsates in my running shorts. Fuck. Why did I have to make myself harder than I already was by imagining all the sensual things I want to do to her?
WOOF! Wyatt barks for my attention. Shite, I forgot he was with me. I turn my head to fixate on him. He flashes me a knowing smile as he cocks his head. How he could possibly know that she is the woman I love is beyond me; he never even met her before today. But I mean it when I say Wyatt is bloody brilliant.
"Wyatt, cover your eyes," I command. I don't have to sound too demanding or harsh to get Wyatt to obey me. He just always does. Even in his puppy phase, Wyatt always listened to me and did what I told him. I am blessed to have him in my life.
He bows down toward the sand, his tail erected straight toward the sky. When his snout hovers close enough to the ground, Wyatt places both his paws over his eyes. Good job, mate.
"I'd be impressed if my ass wasn't on fire," Alyssa remarks. I think she might be trying to sound suggestive and flirt with me, but the pain in her voice along with her poor execution makes it ineffective. I guess I'll just have to show her how it's done.
"I'm whipping my cock out for you, love. You being impressed is kind of a guarantee." I wink suggestively. I might sound arrogant, but in my experience, the right dose of cockiness makes flirting almost effortless and highly effective.
Alyssa laughs. "Can you take anything seriously?"
I smirk. "Where's the fun in that?"
"Ouch!" Her painful squeal reminds me of the real reason I'm here right now…with her. She asked for my help, and even though I don't think it's going to work, I'm sure as shite going to help her.
"Where's the sting?"
Alyssa grips the elastic hem of her bikini bottom and starts to peel it down. I send my overly excited dick a mental message. This isn't for you, so behave yourself. It doesn't work. My cock throbs with anticipation. Yeah, he definitely has the wrong idea of what is about to happen.
When her bikini rolls past the hill of her perky asscheeks, it reveals the blotchy, irritated rash.
"Blimey! That's horrendous."
"I know. So, whip out your cock and put me out of my misery already," Alyssa begs through clenched teeth. She must know that the double-entendre of her words will only make the problem growing in my pants worse. At this rate, I'll practically have to place the tip of my cock on her left asscheek to be able to aim correctly.
Doing what she asks of me, I tug the waistband of both my trousers and my boxer-briefs downward. I grasp my firm erection in my hand and shift my hips toward her ass. I lean forward close enough to be able to hit the target. Forgoing my pride and dignity, I release the stream. Bullseye!
This is officially the oddest thing I have ever done in my life.
When the deed is done, I lock my dick back in its prison cell and turn my gaze to the horizon. I don't do this for me, but rather for her. I can only imagine how embarrassing it must be to ask somebody to pee on you. I have a high embarrassment tolerance, but even that might make me a little uneasy.
"Did it help?" I ask, directing my voice toward the waves crashing against the shore.
I hear the snap of her elastic band falling back in place.
"Yeah, for the most part. The sting is still there, but it lessened. Thank you. Because of where it was located, I couldn't do it myself." Her voice is soft and sounds far away. She is definitely embarrassed.
At that moment, I decide to look at her. I don't want her to hold this against me. When she looks at me, I don't want the first scenario that comes to her mind to be this dreadful one. Instead, I want her to remember all the positive memories we've shared together.
"Always happy to offer my assistance," I smirk salaciously as I reach down and pat my crotch.
I stretch out my right hand, aka the one I didn't grasp my penis with, and offer it to her. She slides her hand in mine, allowing me to pull her into an upright position.
I must've yanked her with too much force because her body slams into me. She places her right hand on my chest. I’m afraid she has me at a disadvantage. I know she can feel how fast my heart is beating, but I can't feel hers. And she must be able to feel my arousal pressing against her stomach. There's no way she can't in this position.
Her eyes rise. Our gazes lock. And I can't fucking take it anymore.
My hands roam up her sides, not resting until her face is between them. I press my lips against hers. She's hesitant at first…until she isn't. Her lips are soft, and oh, so fucking delicious.
My tongue has a mind of its own as it traces the curve of her bottom lip. She opens for me, giving my tongue the green-light to venture further. It enjoys every second of rediscovering her. The way she tastes. The way she feels. This feeling is familiar. It's the feeling of us. And just like that, it feels as if she never left. As if the past five years never happened. Like we are both still those naive college kids. The ones who couldn't keep their hands off each other for a goddamn second. They were inseparable…until they weren't. Until she left him. Until she said goodbye and walked out of his life. Until she destroyed me.
Remembering fucking hurts. I want just to forget it all, but I can't. I pull away from her, abruptly ending our Earth-shattering kiss.
"I'm sorry. It's hard to remember that you're no longer mine."
Chapter Seventeen
Aly
That kiss. That fucking kiss. It was catastrophic for both my heat and my bikini. I have forgotten just how passionate he is. And his heart-wrenching confession. I'm sorry. It's hard to remember that you're no longer mine. I swear; I might just implode.
I'm not gonna lie; it's very strange standing in front of someone you used to love. Someone who used to be your everything. Someone whose heart you ripped out of his chest, tossed it on the ground and stomped on it…albeit for a good reason.
His abrupt ending to our bone-quivering kiss gives me enough distance to finally get a good look at him, something I didn’t allow myself to do too much of last night. I allow my eyes to roam over him. They like what they see.
Boy-Darren was attractive, no doubt about it. However, he's got nothing on grown-up Darren…hot damn! He's a panty-incinerating Adonis. His chiseled square jaw i
s strapping, more prominent, and flecked with dark brown stubble that I bet would add great friction between my legs. His broad shoulders and tapered waist, along with the hard and lean muscles I felt under his shirt, give him the muscular frame of a Greek god. Better even because I bet Hercules didn't even look this fine.
"Do you like what you see?" His rich tone causes butterflies to flutter in my stomach. Shit, he caught me ogling him…again!
Mortified, like a little kid who’s just been caught by their mother, I shoot my gaze up to his face. There's something different in his eyes. Something I can't quite place. Fear? Resentment? Regret? Shock? That's when it hits me. It's hurt. A hurtful gray speck in the midst of that gorgeous sea of blue. A speck that I caused. That I put there. This man used to be so carefree, go with the flow, unguarded. And now, he's got walls higher than Fort Knox. All because of me. What have I done?
The regret teams up with its bestie, guilt, to tag-team rolling in my stomach. What was I thinking was going to come from this? He deserves someone who's better than I am. He deserves a woman who would never walk out on him like I did.
It is so easy for me to blame myself, but the truth of the matter is, he gave me a good reason to leave. He changed. He became a man that I didn’t recognize anymore. Everything about him was different. His demeanor, his outlook on life, and worst of all, his priorities. What I thought we both wanted, he no longer did. That’s what led to my decision to leave him. It wasn’t easy, despite what he may think. At the time, I thought I did the right thing. What was best for both of us. But now, being in the same vicinity as him, I'm not so sure anymore.
Darren waves his hand in front of my face, snapping me from my spiraling train of thought. "Hello? Is anyone in there?"
"Sorry. I zoned out.” I fidget with my hands nervously, unsure what to do with them. This isn't a situation I ever thought I would be in.
He uses a hand to scratch the back of his head. Maybe he's nervous too. Well, either that or this situation is so awkward it's giving him hives…on the back of his head. Is that even possible?
“Just like old times,” he proclaims on a shaky breath. "Shouldn't we get that checked out?"
He nods his head toward my ass.
Up until now, I forgot all about the jellyfish sting. Being kissed senseless will do that to you.
"Oh, right. You don't have to come with me. I can walk over there myself."
He uses his tongue to wet his lower lip. A shiver runs down my spine as my body remembers just what that tongue is capable of. I bet he's even learned a few new tricks since the last time he and my vagina were acquainted.
He shakes his head. "Not gonna happen, sweetheart. Can you even walk?"
"Of course, I can walk," I snap back. Determined to prove him wrong, I go to take my first step. My knee buckles from under me as the pain soars down my left leg, and I fall toward the sand.
He's fast, scooping an arm around my waist to steady me. "Whoa there. Just as I thought. You are not going there by yourself. I don't care how bloody independent you are. I will sling you over my shoulder and—"
"Spank me?" I clasp my hand over my mouth as I look up at him. Why the hell did I let that fly out of my mouth? I swear; I need to invest in getting a mental filter. Can I buy a slightly used one of those on eBay?
A sexy chuckle rumbles from deep within his chest. "We can do this one of two ways. Option one is I scoop you up and carry you to the hospital. Option two is you ride on my back. Whichever you prefer."
Option one will give me the chance to nuzzle my nose into his chest and inhale his scent. Very tempting. Option two is less embarrassing, considering he has to carry me through town. Ms. Abney and the Gazette are going to have a field day with this. Knowing that, I should go with option number two.
"The back, please."
He shrugs. "Suit yourself."
He turns around and kneels in the sand, patting his back as he urges me to hop on. I sling my arms around his neck as I hop onto his muscular back. I feel his muscles flex under my weight as his arms slide under my knees, hoisting me up to a more secure position.
He whistles, causing a Siberian Husky to come running to his side. "We're taking a detour, chap. Keep up."
The dog barks as he nods his head.
And we're off. The wind rushes through my hair as we start to pick up the pace. I was about to ask why he started running, but then I look up and see the gray thunderclouds hovering over us, which answers my unspoken question.
Damn, Darren can run! We make it to Sandy Heights Hospital in a measly seven minutes, a trip that would take me a good fifteen or twenty-minute walk. Color me impressed.
As soon as we make it through the automatic doors, crossing the threshold into the emergency room, some male receptionist stands up from his stool. "Hey, you aren't allowed to have dogs in here."
Darren throws up a hand as he places me down in front of the desk. "Save it, Splakowski. Who spent three weekends combing over your research paper last semester?"
The young man bows his head. "You did, Professor."
Darren smiles proudly. "Precisely. Wyatt won't give you any trouble, and you know that."
Splakowski, which I hope for his sake is a last name, bobs his head toward me. "What's wrong with her?"
I open my mouth to answer, but Darren beats me to it. "Jellyfish sting on the beach."
He arches his brow. "I'm assuming she can't walk since you carried her in."
Darren nods. "Correct." He turns toward his dog, named Wyatt apparently. "Stay here."
Wyatt moves his tail to the right and sits down directly where he was standing.
The young man mumbles something I can't hear into a walkie-talkie. In a matter of seconds, I'm sitting in a wheelchair and being rolled into a back room. Darren follows. I'm sure he's not supposed to, but considering he whipped his dick out and peed on me when I asked him to, I don't object. There's no need for me to be shy around him now.
The doctor on duty walks in and examines the notes Splakowski scribbled on a piece of paper. "Jellyfish sting, huh?"
I nod.
She jerks her thumb to the right, directly at Darren. "Did he urinate on it?"
The heat rises in my cheeks, causing me to blush. Neither Darren nor I say anything, leaving an awkward silence lingering in the air.
"I'll take that silence as a yes then. That's a myth, you know. Vinegar actually works better to sterilize the toxins. Anyway, if the gentleman would kindly step outside, then I can take care of this for you."
"It's alright; he can stay," I chime in as she positions me to bend over the hospital bed.
"Very well then, let's get started."
I'm not really sure what she does since I'm facing a wall, but whatever it is, it sure does the trick. She gives me a cream and explains the directions on when and how to apply it. I nod my head, giving her the illusion that I'm actually paying attention. The truth of the matter is, my attention is fixated on something else. Or more like, someone else.
I mean, how's a girl supposed to focus when leaning up against the wall is all hard lines, muscles, and man. His muscles flex as he folds his arms across his beefy chest. What I wouldn't give to run my hands all over his naked body. I'm in so much trouble where he's concerned.
"Do you think you'll remember that?" Doctor Chang asks as she guides me upright.
"Definitely. Got it all stored right here," I lie, tapping my temple with my pointer-finger.
"Great!" Doctor Chang quickly moves on to her other patients, leaving just Darren and me in the room.
He doesn't waste much time breaking the silence.
"Do you want to go out to dinner sometime?"
I'm not gonna lie; he catches me with my pants down…literally. I haven't had the chance to pull them back up yet. I tug on the elastic bikini stretched around my knees and slide it back into place before I answer him.
"What makes you think I want to go out with you?"
"Well, you've been fucking me with
those beautiful green eyes of yours all day," he accuses, his mouth curling into a wicked smile. Fuck, he's hot.
I feign offense, forcing a shocked expression onto my face. "I have not!"
"Whatever you say, love," he chortles.
Darren kicks off the wall and comes closer to me. I don't know why, but I back up against the bed. The mattress squeaks as I press my weight up against it. I lean backward as he leans forward, causing me to fall onto the mattress. Both his hands flank my sides as his body hovers over me. This is it, the perfect setup for another breathtaking kiss. He tilts his head toward mine, and for a split-second, I consider letting him kiss me again. But at the last possible second, I slide my head to the left, giving him a mouthful of sheets.
He stands upright, using the back of his hand to wipe his filthy mouth. "Bloody hell?"
"You have a girlfriend!" I shout louder than I mean to, causing a few nurse heads to peek in as they walk by.
His blue eyes shoot me a confused glare. "Who told you that?"
I cower onto the mattress, afraid that I just interrupted what could've been a very blissful moment for no reason. "I went to your house, and some woman answered wearing just a cow T-shirt."
"Oh, bugger," he murmurs under his breath.
I point an accusatory finger at him. "Ah-ha! So, Cow Girl is your girlfriend. What happened to you? You weren't always a two-timing man-whore."
His eyes fall to the floor, and I watch as all the confidence drains from his face. Darren looks genuinely hurt at my accusation. Shit! What have I done now?
He doesn't say anything. But he doesn't refute my accusation either. So, I don't know what to think anymore.
His voice drops low as he bows his head and directs his words to the floor. "She's just a friend. You really think I would do something like that?"
My heart aches. Stupid. Fucking. Mouth. With. No. Damn. Filter. Seriously, how much does one cost? I have Amazon Prime, so it’ll be here lickety-split.
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