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My heart swells and sinks all at once. I was right, Dean is a dad. A good one too. The kind that plans trips to see his daughter and thinks about her and his wife while he’s at work.
“Where is she studying?” I ask, trying not to think of Kemp who’s face I’d managed to keep away from my head for a few hours.
“College of the Arts. She wants to be an actress.” He laughs. “God help me. What about you? You look about her age. Are you in college as well?”
I clear my throat and peek around Dean to see the guys talking as they make their way back up the sand dunes. “We should probably get back to it,” I say.
Dean nods innocently enough, but I see the look on his face as he goes back to filming. It’s a knowing look, like he’s figured me out, like even though he isn’t my dad, he’s disappointed in me. I bet he’s thankful that his own daughter is nothing like me—the kind of girl that would kiss two men then feel something for both of them. It’s a mess.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Brad asks, settling me into the sand as Colin and Zane go back to building our shelter. He’s so attentive to my needs that I’m not sure how to react. I haven’t since I met him.
“I’m okay,” I say, pulling up on either side of my panties. “We should go help the guys. I don’t want them to think I’m not—”
“You’re being taken advantage of,” he says, a harshness in his tone. “I don’t know why you’re putting up with it. Tell her you’re done. I’ll send you some money. It’s not worth it, Sara.”
My brows narrow and I speak in the faintest whisper. “I just need a few days. You guys are going for the gold. I just want to get through the week.”
He runs his big hand down over my shoulder and a wave of reassurance fills me up. “The second you feel uncomfortable, you let me know, and we’ll leave together. You hear me?” His eyes are wide and serious. “You’re not a pawn. You’re a—”
“I know,” I say, grabbing my canteen from beside the tree. Since the game, we’ve learned that there’s a well up on the hill with fresh water and I’m already dying for a refill. But mostly, I need a break from all the emotions. “I’ll fill yours up too. You have to stay hydrated.”
He nods and hands me his bottle, kissing my head before standing. I’m not sure what we have going between us, but it’s enough that I feel weird about the kiss with Colin.
“Did you like it?” Brad asks, his gaze steady with mine.
I know what he’s asking, but I act oblivious to buy myself some time. “Like what?”
“The kiss. I thought I heard you moan a little, and it seemed like you were enjoying yourself.” He isn’t angry when he asks, more so inquisitive.
I don’t remember moaning, but I also don’t doubt that I did. Kissing Colin was nice. Beyond nice, it was incredible. He touched me like any woman would want to be touched. He was gentle, but firm, and feeling his cock press up against me as his heavy whisper laid warmth onto my ear was enough to have my clit throbbing with anticipation for more. That said, the whole thing makes me feel like a whore. I shouldn’t have liked it. First off, it was forced onto us by some weird game. Second, what I’m feeling with Brad I’d never felt before… ever. Now here I am twelve hours later pressed against Colin wondering how I’ll ever get by without his sweet sense of humor and great big arms.
“It’s compl—”
“You headed up to the water?” Colin interrupts.
I nod, glancing back toward Brad before settling on Colin. “I am, do you need a refill?”
“Nah, I’ll help you. I need to get away from Zane for a second anyway. He’s all pissy about something and I need to escape or we’re going to fight.” Colin laughs and holds up his fists playfully as he glances toward Brad, throwing the soft punch into his shoulder. “You mind taking my spot for a second?”
Brad looks toward me, then leans in and kisses my lips slowly before punching Colin on the shoulder. “Don’t be all day.”
Colin nods and we walk side by side up behind the tree-lined path toward the well. Antigua is the furthest I’ve ever been from California and while the water was bluer, the scenery was very similar. Out here though, it’s like another world. A very green, very overgrown world of thick palm growth with ferns and vines filling in any open spaces. I step carefully, watching for snakes or spiders, avoiding sharp sticks and rocks that would easily pierce my bare feet. I suppose the heavy focus on the scenery keeps my mind busy from what I’m sure Colin brought me up here to talk about. Though, once we reach the well, he can no longer help himself.
“I really just wanted to apologize,” he says, leaning against the stone enclosure. It makes me nervous seeing his large body teeter against the old looking rocks the way it is. It looks like that stucco could give way at any second. “That kiss… I know you’re with Brad and I should’ve pulled away sooner it was—”
“It’s okay,” I say, brushing it off. “I’m already over it.”
“Over it?” he says matter-of-factly. “Like over it, over it, or over it as in you forgive me?”
I narrow my brows and lower the water bucket down into the hole with the long rope that’s attached.
“I’m over it,” I say again, unsure of what he’s trying to get at.
“Oh. Sure,” he says, sweat glistening down over top his shoulders and over his solid pecs. I’d guess he’s in his mid-thirties, and maybe does something physical for work. He’s muscular, but not in the way that he spends all day at the gym, rather that he slams a hammer all day or fights fires. “Anyway, I’m sorry.”
“Why would you be sorry? I’m not sorry.” My heart slams against my chest in a rapid rhythm of dances that terrify and excite me as the words spill from my lips. I’m not sorry. It’s true, I’m not sorry. Colin felt like heaven dipped in hot fudge with whipped cream and a cherry. How could anyone ever be sorry for that?
Did he feel what I felt? Did he come up here to tell me he felt something? Or was he wrapped up in the moment and he came up to tell me he’s actually sorry? Maybe I misread the moment.
