Mr Garcia
He lifts my leg to sit up on the chair, and he starts to really work me. Two fingers… then three, his teeth grazing my neck, biting my ear, and his quivering breath skimming my skin.
Four fingers…
Ouch.
I clench around him, and he smiles against my neck.
“You have no fucking idea how hot you feel stretched out like this.”
My body shudders, and I bear down on him.
He puts his mouth to my ear. “You’re going to come on my tongue tonight.” He growls. “Hard.”
Oh, yes…I am.
I shudder, and he takes his hands out of my pants and stands up straight. With his dark eyes fixed on mine, he sucks his fingers dry.
I pant as I melt into a puddle.
“I want to come now,” I whisper.
“No.” He straightens my dress and pulls it down. He neatens up my hair.
I pant as I watch him, my sex still buzzing from the beating he’s just given it.
Wet, swollen, and utterly stretched.
Needy.
“Later.”
25
April
Hand in hand, we walk into the outside garden restaurant. I feel like I’m going to vomit… or come. Damn Sebastian for making me horny. As if I wasn’t wound up enough already.
“Garcia!” voices call as we walk through the restaurant.
Sebastian smiles and waves, and we head toward the table.
“You didn’t tell me that you knew everyone in the Maldives.” I whisper.
He smiles at everyone sitting as we arrive at our table. “You do know that this is the pre-wedding dinner, right?”
“Oh.” I fake a smile as I glance around at all the eyes fixed firmly on me. “I do now.”
This is hell on a stick. Everyone he fucking knows is here.
Great.
He pulls out my chair, and I sit down. He slides in beside me. We’re sitting at a small table for six. His four friends are already here.
“You remember Julian and Spencer, Brielle and Lottie.”
“Yes.” I smile, “Hello.”
“Hi.” They all smile and stare at me like I’m a freak in the circus.
“What were you two doing all day?” Spencer asks. “We were waiting at the pool for you. How rude. I would have thought you would make more of an effort, April.”
“They were getting busy,” Julian mutters.
My face falls, and the girls burst out laughing. “Spencer, stop it,” Lottie says.
I put my hand on my chest in relief. “Oh my God, don’t tease me. I’m nervous enough,” I admit.
Sebastian rolls his eyes. “Don’t be nervous about these fucking idiots. Nobody to impress here.”
“Hey!” Brielle chimes in.
“Watch your mouth.” Lottie laughs.
“Two jugs of sangria,” the waiter says as he puts two huge jugs of some exotic looking red drink on the table.
“Yes, thank you.” Brielle smiles. “Keep them coming.”
Charlotte rolls her eyes. “Oh, this is just great.”
“Just keep making babies for me, babe.” Spencer gives her a sexy wink as he rubs her pregnant stomach.
She fakes a smile at him and fans herself with a paper fan. “When I have this baby, Spencer, I’m going on a bender for a week, and you’re babysitting the entire time. Breastfeeding and all.”
Spencer raises his glass to her. “Yes, dear.”
I can’t help but smile as I watch them. He adores her, it’s obvious. He has a likeable, naughty boy charm about him.
“How long have you got to go?” I ask.
“Ten weeks.” She smiles.
“First baby?”
“No, fourth.”
My eyes widen. "Wow."
She seems nice and has a real toffy English accent. I wonder where she’s from.
I turn my attention to Brielle. “Do you have any children?”
“Yes, five.”
“Five?” My eyes widen, unable to hide my shock. God, these women are full on breeders.
“Three are ours, and two are my step kids.”
I think I pick up an accent.
My eyes drift to Julian. He must have had kids with someone else before.
“Although they like Brielle more than me,” Julian mutters dryly.
“We all do,” Spencer replies casually against his glass of sangria.
“Am I picking up an Australian accent?” I ask.
“Yes, I’m an Aussie. Tell me about you?"”
Julian smiles as he watches her. It’s obvious he’s smitten, too.
“I’m American.” I smile. “Lawyer.”
They all hang off my every word. I shrug bashfully.
“How did you two meet?” Charlotte looks between us.
“Ah.” My eyes find Sebastian. He’s sitting back, enjoying the show, not a word to be heard. Cut in any time, fucker. “We met in a café about six years ago. We dated briefly then but it didn’t work out.”
Sebastian, Julian, and Spencer’s eyes meet, and I know his friends know the real way we met.
Screw it. He wants to be honest with his friends, so do I.
“Actually, that’s not all of it. After we met in the café, I worked in a strip club and Sebastian came in.”
A broad smile crosses Julian’s face, and he glances over to Spencer who is also wearing a goofy grin.
“Steady on,” Sebastian chokes.
The girls’ eyes widen.
“I’m telling you two the truth because I can’t lie, and I know that Sebastian has already told the boys. I want to be honest with you both right off the bat.”