“Are you ready to be served?” Rea asks.
“We are, thank you. Would you like a hand?”
“No, sir. I have it all ready.”
Greer weaves her fingers through mine and together we walk toward the table. The ocean is dark, and the only light on the patio comes from the candle on the table and the glow of iron fixtures attached to the cement walls of the house.
“Romantic,” she whispers.
“Rea did a hell of a job.” And from the aroma wafting off the plates she’s carrying behind us, she knocked dinner out of the park as well. She sets them on the table as I pull out Greer’s chair for her.
“Everything look good?”
“It looks amazing,” Greer replies. “Thank you.”
“I’ll bring the wine, and then I’ll leave you two alone.”
She bustles away as I seat myself across from Greer.
When Rea returns with the bottle and departs with a smile, we unwrap the cloth napkins from around our silverware and dig into the meal.
Greer’s moaning with pleasure over the lobster, and I want her moaning like that on my cock.
Soon. She has no idea what she’s in for. Tonight, I’m going to show her exactly what it means to be mine.
All day, I’ve been wishing I could call Banner and beg for advice. My best friend would get my head on straight. I asked Cav if we could pretend that this was real, that we were an us, and I got the tropical island fantasy version of it.
So, why am I panicking now? Because pretending this is real is pulling me down a path that terrifies me. This was supposed to be a fling, and then I had to go and change the rules, putting my heart in jeopardy.
I’ve always struggled to be a live in the moment kind of girl. My brain doesn’t stop at oh, today is a great day, I should enjoy this. No, I’m always thinking about what happens next. And for me and Cav, what’s next is a gray and murky space.
Without cell service or Wi-Fi, I can’t throw this problem at Banner and get her slightly crass but real advice. WWBD. What would Banner do? I can hear her voice in my head.
He’s hot as shit, Greer. Fuck the hell out of the guy. Get as many orgasms as you can and save those memories for a rainy day with your vibrator. And make sure to give me all the dirty details. But whatever you do, don’t let your heart get involved, you silly little sap.
The voice is right. I need to take everything I can from this moment and hold the memories close like I did the ones from three years ago. Ride the high, but fortify the walls of my heart to protect against the inevitable crash.
The entire time my mind is furiously working at problem solving, I’m also caught up with staring at Cav.
Never in a million years could I have anticipated that we’d be having a candlelit dinner with the sound of the ocean waves crashing on the beach only feet away. Even my fantasies are never this creative.
Several minutes have passed since the last word of conversation, and he’s staring at me as well.
“Your dinner okay?”
I look down at my plate, which I’ve nearly cleared already.
“Amazing. I could eat like this every day. It’s easy to get spoiled by the food here.”
“It’s easy to get spoiled by a lot of things here,” he replies. “Especially having you naked in my arms every night.”
I shiver at the memories of Cav waking me up in the most decadent ways. Losing sleep in the middle of the night isn’t a concern when orgasms are a guarantee.
It also makes me want to heed the advice I think Banner would give.
“I’ve gotten spoiled by that too. And the orgasms. You make me greedy.”
Cav’s hazel eyes are golden-green tonight, and at my words, they take on an intense light that’s becoming familiar.
“Your ice cream is going to have to wait because I want my dessert first.” He stands and picks up both our empty plates. “Get up here. I want your legs spread so I can eat that pretty pussy.”
Blinking at how quickly Cav stole control of this moment and changed gears, I find myself standing and then coming around to his side as he clears the rest of the dishes.
When he returns from inside and the fastest dinner cleanup I’ve ever seen, I’m still not sitting on the table like he ordered.
“You must want me to remind you what I do to bad girls who don’t follow the orders I give them.” The deep, forbidding tone of Cav’s voice promises that I’m going to love what he’s planning. “Bend over the table and lift up your dress.”
Shivers ripple through me, and they have nothing to do with the breeze coming off the ocean.
My logical mind fights the order for a second too long. Cav reaches out, his hands gripping me around the waist, and pulls me where he wants me. One hand fists my hair and the other presses against the small of my back until my chest connects with the tablecloth.
“You like when I put you where I want you, don’t you, baby girl?”
“I don’t know,” I whisper, my fingers curling around the opposite edge of the table.
“Don’t lie to me or yourself,” he says, his voice low as he flips up the skirt of my dress. “It’s just going to make your punishment last longer.”
“Is it really punishment if I like it?” I have no idea where the devil inside me came from who uttered that question.
Cav turns my head to the side so I can see his face. His expression is wicked. “You’re my bad, dirty girl.” His other hand moves from the small of my back down to the bare skin of my ass. “And tonight I’m going to show you just how dirty you were made to be.”