Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88064 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 440(@200wpm)___ 352(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
I know this, but it's hard.
I glance back to the beach, finding Lachlan watching me. Even in the vast emptiness of this place by night, he's still an imposing figure.
Maybe I am helping people, I think, trying to rationalize my existence. I think of Kyla who's living happily with men I guided her toward. I think of the woman I met at the bar and how a little bit of compassion lifted her spirits. I think of the men at Cloud 9 who are all happier for having spent time in my company.
What would Lachlan be doing right now if it wasn't for me? Blaming himself. Hating himself. Dwelling in a place of fury and frustration.
And now, what is he doing? At least, if he's focused on me, he's not getting lost in self-reflection.
I stretch up to the sky and spin, letting my hair fly in a halo around me, half expecting Lachlan to join me, but he doesn't.
Eventually, I pad back up the sand, and drop down next to him.
"You looked like a wee fairy, out there." There's a gravelly edge to his voice that stirs something inside me. Well, it's that and his soft Scottish accent that licks over my pussy like a hot tongue.
"More like a naughty sprite," I say, grinning at him with my best sassy expression.
"Why are you here?" he asks me. "Why have you come to my bar and bewitched half of my friends? What's your game?"
I turn until I'm facing him, cross-legged, letting sand fall between the fingers of my right hand.
"Why are you here?" I ask, "Sitting on a beach with me in Australia with a busted hand and bare feet."
He snorts, raising his bandaged hand to survey the injury. "That's a good point."
"We're all on a journey, Lachlan. Ours has just brought us here, in this moment, in this place."
"What for?" He frowns as he says it, making his question less flippant and more searching.
"Who knows?" I pick up more sand and start to let it fall, but Lachlan twists quickly and grabs my hand, balling my fingers around the cool grains.
"I think you really are a fairy, sent to tie us all in knots."
"Or maybe to untie the ones already there."
The words settle inside him, and he blinks long and slow. When he opens his eyes again, I'm speared by the heat in them. He brings my hand, still clutched in his huge, rough palm, to his lips and presses a soft kiss there. I inhale quickly as he leans forward, kissing the corner of my mouth so gently it's like a whisper. Then, in a flash, a spark is ignited, and our arms are wrapped tightly around each other, our tongues sliding hungrily, everything clawing and desperate and raw.
Oh god, it's so good. So perfectly passionate that I can barely breathe. I want to murmur his name, but I can't with him exploring every inch of my mouth. I move to straddle him bringing my pussy in line with his cock, needing the pressure of his arousal to fuel my own, but he doesn't like it that way and flips us both until my back is pressed into the sand and Lachlan looms over me. He takes my hands and holds them high over my head, pinned by all his strength.
"I see why they want you," he says, kissing my jawline, letting his words buzz over my skin like the sweetest sensation. "You're intoxicating."
"Like a drug?" I ask, not sure I like the analogy.
"Like slipping into a warm bath."
Now that's better.
"Want to feel what it's like to slip inside me?" I ask.
"More than I want to live," he says, nudging his big, hard cock where I'm aching for him.
"I have protection," I say, tapping the ground to my right where my purse is resting. The moment I find it, I'm scrambling for the condom.
"Here?" he asks, and I snort with laughter at the shock in his eyes.
"Here," I say. "You want to walk back to Cloud 9 nursing that boner?"
He pushes up on his arms and stares at his crotch. His dick looks like it's about to burst through his shorts. "You have a point."
"Glove up," I say, tossing him the foil packet.
He looks side to side, checking we're alone. There's not another soul on this beach, but for how long, I don't know. I guess, the good thing is that anyone who disturbs us will be here for the same thing.
Lachlan undoes the button and zipper on his shorts, pushing the waistband of his underwear down until his cock is in his fist. And what a cock it is.
His hands are huge, but they don't cover even half. Shit.
I squirm, pulling up the hem of my skirt, pushing my panties to one side. Lachlan seems like he doesn't know where to look. His hand fumbles with the ring of the rubber as his attention is dragged to the apex of my thighs. "Fuck," he mutters, working to roll the latex over the top part of his straining cock.