Stanton Box Set

Adrian shakes his head. “That was Joshua being empathetic. Cameron is the soft one.” I smile. My man is probably the worse communicator in the human world with me. It never once occurred to me that he is like it with everyone. And I didn’t ever imagine that Cameron would be a soft-hearted communicator. I really am learning something every day about these complicated men that have come into my life.

Chapter 2

I lie in a post-orgasmic state in Joshua’s arms with my head on his chest. A deep level of contentment fills me that I have very quickly become accustomed to. Our love-making this morning was tender and gentle. The deep connection we have now is incredible. I woke to find that he already had my body half there. He is the master of arousal and the fact that he doesn’t bother to wait until I wake just amps me up even more. Gently he runs his lips back and forth over my forehead as he thinks. Our hands are linked on his chest.

“We go home in two days.” I smile as I kiss his chest.

“Hmm,” he answers vaguely.

I look up at him. “Can we stay a while longer? I love it here,” I ask. “In fact I think I want to live here permanently.”

“I wish. No,” he replies. “Would be nice though.”

“Mmm,” I reply sadly.

“Adrian needs to get back to work. I’m worried about him,” he murmurs.

I smile as I pick up his hand and kiss the back of it. “That was some pep talk you gave him yesterday.”

“What do you mean?” he frowns.

“Get your ass out of bed—you sounded like his drill sergeant. It sure didn’t sound like you were worried about him.” I smile sympathetically for poor Adrian.

He rolls his eyes. “What would you want me to say? Oh, you poor thing, your life is over. Go and listen to a self-help tape.”

I giggle. “Self-help tape,” I repeat. “Have you ever listened to self-help tapes Joshua?”

He narrows his eyes and rolls over me as he holds my hands above my head. “The only self-help tape I listen to is how to fuck my girl into next week without ripping her apart,” he whispers.

I laugh out loud as I roll to try to escape his grip. “I have never heard of that audio adaptation. What’s it called?”

He bends and bites my neck hard as he holds me down and I laugh out loud as I try to escape. “Pound Town 101.” He growls into my neck as he bites me hard again.

I laugh out loud as I squeal and struggle.

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nbsp; He nods as he smiles wickedly. “Second disk is called, ‘Bend her over without breaking her’.”

I squeal with laughter again as I continue to fight him.

“Shut up and fuck me, Marx,” he whispers darkly. “You are about to cop it.”

It’s our last day in Kamala. Our plane is flying us away from this heaven on earth tomorrow at 2 pm and into my new life. I’m nervous. Nervous about the life I am going to live. I feel confident that everything is going to work out between us and I trust him completely. I smile. I trust him completely. I know in my heart of hearts that he wouldn’t do anything to jeopardise our future together now. It was the best thing of all him finding my diaries. He knows now how deeply he is loved. The girls walk in to the kitchen where I am making the toast. The boys are in the gym.

“So I have made a decision,” Bridget whispers nervously as she looks around.

I frown. “About what?”

She looks around nervously again.

Abbie rolls her eyes. “No one can hear you in here, you idiot,” Abbie snaps.

I smile and shake my head at Abbie who has obviously been forced to listen to this decision-making process more than once.

“I like Ben,” Bridget whispers.

I smile broadly. “You do?” I ask as I raise my eyebrows.