and put the bag on the bed.
Without any further words, Sheryl began to unzip and pull out the clothes that I had ordered for her, all while murmuring something about the fact that I was able to get her size right. I just laughed, nabbed my trunks and T-shirt, and began to strip out of my suit. It wasn’t until I was in my briefs that I realized the woman was staring at me.
“Don’t look if you’re not trying to touch,” I remarked. “We both need to eat lunch and go to the beach, so do what you need to do. Before I have you screaming.”
This caused her to laugh, but she did take her clothes to the en suite and returned after a few minutes with her clothes on and folded suit in hand. Knowing that we were both very hungry, we went straight to the restaurant that was closest to the beach. Once we finished, I rented some lounge chairs for us, laid down some tiles, and positioned us under the umbrella. Sheryl watched me do all of this with a smirk and without saying a word. She lay down and removed her coverall before pulling out the suntan lotion.
“Where is the bathing suit I bought you?” I asked, looking down at her barely covered nipples and trying to nab her coverall.
“That was a one-piece,” she commented. “I’m not eleven.”
“No?” I asked. “Well, you’re sure not available.”
I scoffed back and this time stood over her to block anyone’s view.
“Move your ass,” Sheryl laughed.
“Fuck no,” I snapped back and squatted on her legs. “Cover up.”
I didn’t find a bloody thing funny. Pure heat began to course through my veins as I saw her lying there with barely anything on. Just a bra, which barely covered her nipples, because I could clearly see the dark circles that I loved to suck on. Meaning she had on panties, the shorts I’d bought and that coverup she’d just ripped off.
“Jacquez, if you don’t like me showing my body, you’re going to have a problem. I have no issues with showing what I have.” She slid her sunglasses on to her nose so I could have her eyes.
“When you’re with me, South,” I said, using the term that Harvey introduced me to, “I’m the only one that gets to gaze upon your beautiful body. Nobody else gets that. Do you understand?”
I moved closer to her face so she’d see that I was stone serious.
“You’re asking a lot, Jacquez,” she replied. “I don’t do relationships for a reason. I keep asking you. Over and over again. What is this? We’re moving in a pace that feels like I’m about to get shackled, and while I do want a baby, I don’t want to be shackled. And Jacquez, so you know, if I start to feel that way, please note, that is when I will pull out of this thing.”
That was a threat.
“Noted.” I nodded. “Now cover up.”
Yes, I didn’t give one fuck about her threats because she must have forgotten who she was dealing with. I owed her for old and new now. Tonight, when we conceived our child, I’d give her something to think twice about before she tried to pull that alpha move on me.
With the pace of a snail, Sheryl laid the top on her chest but didn’t put it on. I let that go and sat in my chair. To my surprise, instead of an attitude, she laughed and said, “You and Noah must be cut from the same cloth. Apparently, this happened on their honeymoon. Just so you know.”
I got her point, but I still didn’t care. She was going to be the mother of my child, and we were actively fucking.
As far as I was concerned, she was mine. In every aspect of the word.
Chapter Eleven
Sheryl South
This man was about to drive me crazy, but despite his alpha ways, he surely had me begging that night. Between spanking my ass, withholding orgasms from me and then letting me cum multiple times, it was more than enough. I had a new understanding of fucking the snark out of somebody. I had NOTHING to be snarky about, let me tell you. Not a bloody thing, as he would say.
We stayed the entire weekend, and the oddest things he whispered in my ear turned me on and, like a button being pushed to come to life, had me cumming hard.
It couldn’t be categorized as sweet nothings because they meant everything. Slowly