My Big Fat Fake Honeymoon - Lauren Landish Page 0,69
her strength and her thorns.
But right now, there are no thorns, just petals. The petals of her lips teasing mine, the petals of her pussy wrapped around my cock, the petals of her heart opening to me. Maybe not all the way, but I can feel myself being allowed in the slightest bit.
It’s not something she does easily or without consideration, and I feel like a god at being granted this special access to her soul.
“You okay?” I ask quietly, just audible over the lapping water.
“I am,” she says, stroking the hair at my nape. “Just . . . wow.”
“Wow?” I ask with a chuckle that makes my softening cock jump inside her. “You were wow.”
Abigail sighs happily. “Maybe we’ll have to agree that we’re both wow? This feels so good.”
I don’t know if she’s only talking of our sex or of us in the entirety. Both are so good.
“It does,” I admit, meaning more than my cock inside her.
She looks down at me, her hands resting on my chest where I know she can feel my heart racing.
And like that, it’s no longer pretend, no longer fake. We might not have answers, plans, or a plotted course, but we have something. Together.
She’s inside me, gaining a place in my heart.
And I’m gaining a place in hers.
Chapter 13
Abi
The morning sun is unwelcome as my alarm goes off, my head aching even though we barely had any champagne last night. I still feel hungover, and I guess I am.
I’m hungover on sex. The hands-down, legs-up, best sex of my life.
I don’t even remember when we got back to the room last night, but I remember how many times Lorenzo made me come. His mouth, his fingers, his cock . . . and his cock, and his cock. By the end, I was an utter pile of orgasmic pudding on the blanket by the little cove.
And just when I thought I couldn’t take any more, he fed me nibbles of fruit and cheese to keep my strength up for the walk back to the resort.
“Holy fuck!” I scream as a scarecrow appears in my doorway.
Sitting up, I’m ready to run when I realize it’s Janey, who lets out her own yelp of surprise and covers her eyes. “Dammit, woman, cover your vagina before it swallows me up too!”
“You scared the shit out of me!” I accuse. But I quickly realize that while she wants me to cover up, Janey didn’t say a word about Lorenzo, who is still passed out next to me, apparently oblivious to our yelling.
Did I mention that he’s naked?
With the perfectly sculpted globes of his ass on full display for Janey’s eyes. I growl jealously and throw the blanket over him to keep that delicious sight to myself.
She shrugs without apology but then gestures to my chest.
Shit. Tossing the blanket over Lorenzo’s ass hid my vagina, but the girls are still out on a naked walkabout.
“You should get that mole checked out. I don’t like the look of it,” she advises with a smirk. There’s no mole. Or I don’t think there is. Maybe I’ll have to double-check later . . . or have Lorenzo do an up close and personal check of every inch of my skin.
Yep, adding that to my to-do list for sure.
“Yeah? Well, you look like frat party rats took up nesting in your hair. Why?” I ask, changing the subject from my nudity. “What did you do yesterday that left you looking so . . .” I search for something semi-kind but give up. “Rode hard and put up wet?”
Janey balks in offense, her mouth dropping open and her eyes going fiery. But she can’t hold it and her expression morphs into something naughty. I’ve got a secret, it says.
“Oh, my God, who?” I demand as I sit up straight to get closer to whatever juicy story she’s about to unleash.
Casual as can be, she tells me, “Since you were gonna be gone all day and we’re caught up for the wedding—thank God for a day off—I decided to go down to the beach and work on my tan. I found a little spot where it was private, so I decided to tempt fate a bit and skip the tan lines by going topless.”
“Janey!” Too loud, I slap my hands over my mouth so I don’t disturb Lorenzo, who’s now snoring softly.
I’m no prude and have been to European beaches where the swimsuit tops are teeny-tiny strings, if they have them on at