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Our vicious cycle isn’t normal, probably unhealthy even, but I don’t care because I would drown myself in our turmoil just to mean even a little to her.
I smell Lana all over me, the perfume she wears, the shampoo she uses on her perfect caramel brown hair. I don’t want to erase her scent from me, it’s a symbol of what we shared before. The taking back of her cruel words—her submission to me.
“Hey handsome.” Her sexy voice sounds smooth and low—sensual. “Look at that sexy butt.” I smirk. Told you she loves this ass. I reach back and jiggle it, causing a sweet laugh to release from her beautiful mouth.
“Want to join me?”
“Kings,” she warns, all trace of humor gone within a split second. You would think after a year she would let me shower naked with her, make love to her completely bare. I’ve been inside this woman without any barrier before, yet she won’t let me see her breasts. The scar she claims to have from her childhood aids her insecurity. Lana was a clumsy child—she still is, but she didn’t explain too much to me. I personally think she worries I won’t like her tits, which is fucking bullshit.
Sure, before her I loved tits, I was a boob man, I liked big juicy tits. But Lana is a sexy fucking A-cup fitting perfectly in my large calloused hands. We spend more time over the clothes like horny adolescents. Which further demonstrates my point that it shouldn’t matter, because I’m completely fucking smitten by her, obsessed with everything Lana. I want to wrap my lips around her sexy little nipples, leave my mark on her creamy soft tits—have my dessert after every healthy meal.
“Okay, sorry. I thought I’d try.”
“I was thinking we could hit the beach today, since it’s only.” She checks her phone before setting it face down on the counter and hopping up. “Twelve thirty.”
“Sure.”
She’s staring at me, her eyebrows drawn in and her brown eyes giving nothing away. She’s challenging me. Lana wants me to beg for her to get in this damn bath with me, but I’m too prideful to do so. Thinking I’m gonna do it is one thing, thinking I’m gonna do it and believe that I won’t get turned down is another. I just woke up from a nap and I don’t feel like fucking fighting with her over this trivial, petty shit. We just made up, is it really time to fight again?
“Okay. Enjoy your bath. I’ll see you out there.” Lana turns, stomping out of the bathroom, more irritated than before, her words blunt and sentences choppy. You would think fourteen years with me in her life, she would learn. I don’t chase, I get chased. Besides, I’ve tried chasing her and it’s done nothing but break me into a weak man. No thanks. Lana will come when she’s ready. I have to decide which running race I’m going to lose, wisely.
Undoubtedly I want to slap that ass and scream after her, tell her she isn’t gonna leave this house without me. But that’s semantics, she won’t do it, she’ll just tell me I’m controlling. No one wins in our game. I listen to her huff and puff on the other side of the damn door, digging through her suitcase.
Keep it up, baby. I can play this game all day.
Finally after a few minutes, I hear the door slam and she leaves. I hurry with my bath and get my ass in my white swim trunks, grab my snapback and ray-bans, making an anxious exit to the damn water.
Fuck, I’m chasing....
“A one piece, huh?” The sun shines bright behind Lana from where she’s standing above my laying form on the sand. It silhouettes her tiny frame, showing the snug fit of her black one piece.
“Yup.” Lana reaches for the towel and dries herself off before planting her ass on the sand next to me. I haven’t gone in the water yet, too busy watching her play in the waves, her hair blowing in the wind. Fuck, she looks good. Knowing that I need to break her sassy little attitude streak, I start in on her.
“What’s your problem?” The harshness in my tone comes out a bit blunter than I intended. She turns her head in my direction slowly, gaping at me with the roll of her eyes. Those damn brown eyes.
“Nothing. What’s your problem, asshat?” She gives it back tenfold, once again challenging me. I lick my lips, chuckling in disbelief. She has been so fucking sassy lately and her moods go from happy to pissed in zero to sixty. Like the water here has made her a bit nuts.
“My problem is instead of sitting here letting me kiss you and finger fuck you on this private beach, you’d rather give me attitude versus having a good time, you know like we used to. When we were best friends.” She stands in a rush, the sand from her legs and ass catching with the wind and hitting my face. Shit, I’m lucky my glasses were on, or my eyes would be sandpaper.
I wait for her to snap back, her hi
p is popped with her hand lying on top, she’s fuming.
“You know, is everything sex with you? Is that all you care about?” She reaches down, grabbing her towel and flip flops. Not even letting me answer, she takes off for the house.
Oh fuck no.
“Hey!” I jump up and grab my shit. “Get your sexy little ass back here, Lana James! I’m not fucking around!”
“No you won’t be after this and no, I don’t want to!” She hollers over her shoulder. I close the gap between us within a matter of seconds. Dropping my shit on the ground I wrap my arm under her tits, swooping her up with minimum effort. She weighs maybe a hundred pounds. Compared to my two hundred and forty pounds of pure muscle—thank you—that was nothing.
She kicks and punches the air in front of her, flailing around like a woman possessed, but I don’t even blink, not the slightest fazed.
“Kingston Troy Donovan, you put me down, now!”
“No, not till you calm the fuck down and tell me what the hell is going on.” All movement comes to a standstill, Lana goes completely limp in my arms. I hesitate for a minute, not sure I trust her giving in that effortlessly.
“You done?” I whisper in her ear. With the tiniest nod of her head I release her and she turns to face me. “What was that?” I ask.
