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CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Jay
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“It’s a perfect day for the beach.”
Simmi looks to the sky then lays her simmering gaze on me.
It’s Sunday. The clinic is closed and with the nightmare of the previous night’s fire still hovering over us, I agree, “It is. Shall we pack a picnic?”
Simmi gives me an odd glance.
“What?” I shrug, wondering if I said something wrong.
“Nothing…” She shakes her head.
A wave of uncertainty threatens to dunk me. “Tell me, please?”
“You’re too good to be true. Most men just want five minutes of pleasure. No cuddles or talking, or… picnics.”
“I’m not most men, Simmi.” I grip her voluptuous thighs and pull her into me. “And to be fair, those are the sort of men you’ve been choosing until now.” I bite the inside of my cheek. Was that too much?
She pushes away, but I tighten my grip and hold her flush against me. I can feel her heart beating in time with my own. Her warm breath caresses my skin, and her nipples push into my pecs.
“You have no idea how fucking beautiful you are?” I say in realization as she averts her gaze.
She places her hands against my shoulders and tries to push away again.
“They’ll see…”
“Oh, let them. It’s fresh gossip. I want the whole world to know you’re mine.”
She resists some more, then gives in, arching her back and revealing the smooth skin of her neck down to her cleavage as she throws her head back. A cheeky giggle bubbles from her lush mouth. I dive in for a bite and she squeals, pushing away and mock running into the house. I follow, my cock hungry and my heart overflowing.
After coveting the woman I’m falling for with my whole being, we pack a cooler and head for the beach. It’s late afternoon, and the water is as calm as a pond. There is no lifeguard on duty nor are there surfers, only the odd swimmer.
“I want to meet your parents.” I take another step into the unknown.
“Why would you want to do that?”
Simmi’s body tenses in my arms as we float weightless in the dark blue waters of the Pacific.
“Because it’s the proper thing to do.” And I want to understand why this beautiful goddess of the sun and stars is so afraid to love. But I don’t tell her that.
“You’re so old school,” she mumbles.
I lean back and give her my most determined stare.
“Simone. I’d like to meet your parents, please. I want us to be more than fuck buddies.”
She bites her lip and a dimple forms in the right corner of her mouth. I lick it, kiss it, and make it mine and just before my dick takes over, I lean back, giving her another determined stare.
But Simmi is determined to avoid the subject. Her hand finds my hard on and slips inside my swimmers. Grabbing her wrist tight in one arm, I grip her hands in my other.
“Invite them for dinner tonight. I’ll throw something on the barbeque.”
Her eyes widen as I turn and walk us into the shallows where I dump us on the sand, and I pin her down. Any hot blooded man understood the vexing grip of desire, but my god! Seeing her spread out on the golden sand, her caramel skin matching the reflection of the plethora of granules with her hair fanned out around her face and her breasts begging to be released from the tight restraints of not enough bikini top conjures a passion I will never know with any other. I place my body between her legs and push my hard on into the lycra covering her pussy. She groans and all good sense flees.
