When we get on that plane back to Chicago, I’ll be a changed man.
Before this trip, Meadow had me wrapped around her finger. Now, she fucking owns me.
Aside from going to the wedding tonight, I don’t care if we do anything today but stay in this bed all day. Naked and wrapped up in one another until we have to get ready.
Meadow whimpers as I rub my hard cock through her soaked slit to find her already wet and throbbing for me.
Thisis it… Everything I’ve been searching for—the feeling I didn’t know I was missing until her.
TWENTY-ONE
Meadow
Today is our last day to lounge around with no responsibilities, sip sugary cocktails, and breathe in the Caribbean air.
Our last full day here.
The midday sun sparkles against the luxurious pool, teal-blue water rippling as little kids splash around in the shallow area.
I sink further into the cushioned lounger, my sunglasses hiding the way I can’t keep my eyes off of Owen as I sip my frozen margarita.
The past seven days have felt more like seven minutes.
As a homebody, there’s usually a part of me that’s ready to leave near the end of a vacation, but this time, I just feel sick as the seconds tick by.
Owen is sprawled back in his chair with one arm thrown over his head and the other resting casually on his torso. Days in the sun have bronzed his sculpted chest and chiseled abs, fresh stubble tracing his jawline, making him look irresistibly masculine and gorgeous.
He looks so relaxed… at ease. As if tomorrow’s not lurking right around the corner, raining on our last day.
Owen’s phone buzzes between us, pulling me from my thoughts. He leans forward and swipes it off the small table before checking the notification.
“Just an automatic update from the airline,” he mutters. “Looks like we can check in for our flight now.”
My heart takes a nosedive.
It’s almost time to check out of Costa Cay and check back in to whatever we were before this trip…
“Already?” I force out.
“Yeah…” he replies, his voice low and rough as he taps against the screen. “We board in less than twenty-four hours.”
An anxiety-induced flush crawls up my cheeks as reality hits me right in the chest.
“I’ll forward you your boarding pass,” he adds, squinting through his shades as he tries to navigate his phone against the sun’s glare. “Just in case—you never know if we’ll get split up at the airport.”
Split up.
Those are the only two words I register.
“Yeah,” I breathe. “That’s true. You can never be too cautious.”
When my phone pings a second later, I grab it off the table and open the notification with our boarding passes.
My throat swells as I double-check our seats, realizing we’re sitting on opposite ends of the plane.
“Gosh, we’re sitting so far apart,” I mutter, my reply slipping out before I can stop it.
“I know,” Owen sighs in response. “It sucks, but when I canceled my ex’s ticket and booked yours, there weren’t any seats together on the return flight.”
