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“Did we even fight?” I ask, my heart speeding up but for a whole other reason. “That was more of a discussion,” I point out to him, but I don’t say anything more because he stops walking once we are inside the room. He grabs my hips and picks me up, tossing me on the bed. I land laughing, and he’s right on top of me. “We don’t have a lot of time,” I remind him as he bends to kiss my neck. Actually, he sucks and then kisses. “The last thing we want to do is show up late.”
“I’m doing my best,” he assures me and then he pushes the shirt over my head. The minute he slides into me, I forget everything.
We walk into dinner thirty minutes late, but no one says anything directly to us. But some looks are shot. I hold my breath when I see Dylan coming over to us. “Well, well, well,” he says, and I think he even puffs out his chest, “you actually came.”
“Simmer down there,” I say, slipping my hand into Romeo’s. “Dylan, have you met my boyfriend, Romeo?” I relay the words, and even Romeo turns his head, the smirk on his face slowly going to a straight big smile. “Romeo, this is my old brother.”
“Oldest,” Dylan corrects. “I’m the oldest.”
“Yeah, we get it,” I say, “let’s just get this out of the way.” I turn to Romeo. “This is Dylan. He is going to be watching you like a hawk to make sure you don’t mess with me. If you do, he’s going to get you.” I look over at Dylan. “And your little dog, too.” My voice goes high and screeches, making everyone laugh.
The dinner isn’t as bad as I thought it would be. Romeo mixes in well with the guys, and when we walk out hand in hand, I couldn’t be happier.
“Okay, so the drive should take us six hours,” I share as we get into my car, “and since you won’t let me drive, I’ll be the copilot.” I look over at him as he reaches for the door handle getting out. He pulls his black sweater over his head, leaving him in a black T-shirt.
“There.” He gets back into the car. “That’s better.” I can’t help but laugh. “Where to, copilot?”
I look down at the phone and give him the directions until we are heading out of town on the highway. His hand moves over the middle console as he holds my right hand, my left hand on the back of his neck. “So tell me about what you are doing?” he asks.
“Well, tomorrow I’m shooting a couple for their engagement photos. They want three locations. It’s going to be a long day.” I look over at him, worried that he’ll be bored to death. But knowing that even if he was, he wouldn’t tell me.
The drive takes a little more than six and a half hours because I have to stop and pee every hour. “This looks so nice,” I say as we pull up to the house I rented. “Look, there’s a hammock.” I point at the side of the house where a hammock sways in the wind.
He stops the car as I look at the peach-colored cottage, seeing that there are five other cottages in the same row as the one I rented. Each house has a white picket fence around it. There are two big windows in the front, allowing you a view straight through the house. Even the white double door is glass. “This might not be private enough,” he observes, and I look over at him. “How am I supposed to fuck you in the kitchen when people can see straight in?”
“Oh my God,” I say, holding out my hand and opening the car door. Stepping out, I can hear the waves crashing against the shore.
“I’ll grab the bags,” he tells me, going to the trunk and grabbing our two bags in one hand and then grabbing my camera bag in his other hand.
I pull up the e-mail thread to get the code before opening the white picket fence. I walk in and wait for Romeo before taking the one step up onto the concrete patio that leads to the front door and also has a round table outside with four chairs. “This is so cute,” I say, smiling and walking to the door and putting in the code. I step into the cottage and stop in my tracks at how small and cozy it feels.
“Is the bed in the middle of the living room?” Romeo chuckles, and I look over at him.
“No.” I step into what is the living room with a big L-shaped beige couch with blue and white throw pillows. “It’s behind the living room.” I point at the king-sized bed that is right behind the couch. I walk in and see the long counter to one side of the kitchen. It has a sink and one-burner stove. The stainless-steel fridge is at the end of the counter. The vaulted ceiling and big windows make the house so bright. “Look at this.” I walk past the couch to the bedroom area, which has a table in front of the bed with two wicker chairs. A fireplace on the wall separates the bathroom.
“This reminds me of your apartment in LA,” he says, putting our bags on the couch before walking over to the door that leads to the bathroom. “Good-sized tub,” he says, winking at me, “we are going to have fun with that.” I roll my eyes, pretending I’m annoyed, but my stomach tightens, and my pussy is suddenly awakened. I walk over to the door in the back and open it to see it leads to a wooden walkway that heads straight to the beach. “Come on,” he urges, slipping his hand in mine. “Let’s go for a walk.”
We walk down the beach, the two of us, hand in hand. Not one person looks at us or does a double take, and that night when he slides into me, I have to say, it’s one of the best days we’ve had together.
The next day I kiss him goodbye as I head out to meet my couple. I take a couple of test shots, and by the time I look around, eight hours have passed. When I’m working, I get lost in it, all I can do is see the pictures in my head. We do shots in the forest and then shots on the beach, which ends with them getting into the water. I roll up my jeans as much as I can, getting into the water with them. When the sun looks like it’s setting behind them, I tell him to look at her and then tell her to close her eyes, looking at the other side. The way he looks at her with all the love is what I want to capture. I want her to look back and see that love.
They thank me for the day, and when I pull up to the rental cottage, I can see him on the couch lying down. I smile as I grab my bag and walk inside. “Honey, I’m home,” I call out, and I smell food. He smiles at me as he gets up. “Did you cook?”
“No.” He shakes his head. “There is only one burner.” He points over at the stove. “I ordered food, and it got here ten minutes ago.”
He walks over to me, grabbing my bag in his hand before bending his head and kissing my lips. “You smell like the ocean,” I tell him.
“Spent the day on the beach,” he replies, shocking me. “It was so nice. I saw you in action.”
I open my mouth in surprise. “Why didn’t you come over?” I ask.
“You were working. Now go shower, and I’ll get the food ready.”
“Or,” I suggest, “we take a nice bath.” He puts my bag down and smiles as he takes my hand and leads me into the bathroom. I stop when I see the soft light of little tea candles all around the room. The fireplace is even giving the room a glow. “This is…” I start, as he walks over to the tub and starts the water. I can’t help but look around at what he did. “So nice.”
He pulls off his shirt and then kicks off his pants before walking over to me and undressing me. When I stand in front of him naked, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and then stops to go and put some bubbles in the bath. “After you.” He holds out his hand to help me into the tub. I place one leg in and then the other, sitting down. He takes off his boxers, and I watch him get into the tub behind me. He leans forward and kisses the nape of my neck. My hair has been tied up on my head since this morning. “Relax,” he says right before he wets my back and slowly starts to massage my neck and shoulders. “Let me take care of you.”
TWENTY-EIGHT
