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Does it make me conceited? Fucking yes, but I’m owning that shallow emotion because I haven’t cared what any woman thinks of me in the past.
I bought the beach house as a party pad on a whim when I was in college with cash Grandad left me. My father reeled on and on about how stupid I was to blow the wad and what a shitty investment it was buying property this close to the ocean because of the damage hurricane season brings. My mother took a different approach. She waited until I tired of the drive from Brighton and got bored with the place. Then Davina called in her interior designer, had my cheap-ass furniture hauled away, and decked the place out in soothing beach tones that match the views from the large windows.
Previous to meeting Holly, Davina and I had the go-around about me selling it. Like an ostrich, she buried her head in the sand and refused to hear me out. And considering my mother’s car is parked next to us, she’s also dug in and not listened when I told her to get out of my house.
“Lovely of you to join me.” Comes her voice three stories up from the mid-point on the widow’s walk between the master bedroom she’s commandeered as her own and the kitchen. Holding a towel, Davina wiggles her fingers. “I’m on my way to the pool. Come say hello when you’re settled!”
Holly looks up and her jaw drops.
“So, ah, my mom is here.” I cringe and stiffen, bracing for the worst. “I’m sorry. I asked her to leave.”
Holly’s head falls to my pec. I drag my chin over her hair before kissing it. My scruff drags strands from her ponytail. I really need to be better about not ruining her style. She expends so much effort on her appearance. I like the way she looks. I freaking love her hair pulled back too when she lets me mess it up.
Holly’s eyes fill with a million questions.
“Does it bug you she’s here?” I ask.
I don’t talk much about my family, and I hadn’t expected to make a game plan to discuss the reasons.
“It’s only that I hadn’t expected to meet her… Today,” she tacks on.
“You and me both, Doll.”
Holly cups my cheek, and something about the action soothes my soul. She’s so damn forgiving when I’ve put her in an awkward position. I kiss her again, unable to utter the words I want to say, and hoping whatever happens while we’re here is enough to prove them.
We unload the car, bringing the luggage to the second floor. Laurel and Emory unpack in the room across the hall from Holly’s and mine. One door down, Bhodi is bouncing off the walls excited over having his own bathroom and a slider to a porch overlooking the backyard.
“Get your suit on,” I tell him when he sees the pool below. “And don’t hang over the railing, ya goof. I’ll kill you if you fall in from all the way up here.”
“Not if mom kills you first.” Bhodi smarts.
I put up a finger in warning. But this kid, he’s got me… And so does his mom.
I jog the few steps to the bedroom Holly and I are sharing while we’re here, slowing at the threshold to watch her taking it all in.
She’s pulled the sheers aside, checking the view, hoping for the glimpse of the shoreline that we had on the drive and boats bouncing on the ocean waves. Her bright red bandana print halter top and the deep navy of her denim shorts make her a focal point against the white walls in the room and the soft colors of the bedding.
Damn, she’s beautiful.
I shut the door. Walking behind Holly, I slip my arms around her waist, using my nose to move the bouncy ponytail she’s sporting, and running my lips over the soft skin above where her top ties. I’d give anything to slip the knot, but settle for skimming my palm up under the fabric, cupping her breast, and rolling her nipple between my fingers.
Her soft moan makes my dick jump. Holly’s hand drops the curtain and lifts over her head, grasping the back of my neck. My other palm skates up, exposing her stomach and massaging her painted breast.
We’re interrupted by a knock at the door. She tries to step away from me, but I use leverage to clutch her close.
“I’m changed!” Bhodi raps a second time.
“Stay here,” I whisper in Holly’s ear, leaving her tits exposed to the cool air as the working air conditioner in my house clicks on. Before moving away I tug on that ponytail so she’s aware of exactly what I’m about to do to make her come.
I crack the door enough to see Bhodi in the hall and Laurel and Emory leaving their room. All are suited up. “Holly needs to lie down. We’ll be out in a few.”
My fibbing is improving. Holly does need to get on the bed. Maybe not to lie down. I’d like her ass in the air and my hand wrapped around her long blonde hair. It’s taken me a few months to figure out sometimes she and I get to come first, and I’m allowed to need her coming all over my cock.
The kids skitter down the stairs. Laurel’s brow arches as she turns to follow them.
“Just talking,”dirty. See, not lying.
“Whatever makes you feel better.” Sarcasm laces Laurel’s reply. “Oh, so you’re both aware. My loyalty to my sister ends if this isn’tquick.”
