Finding Our Way (Finding our Way 1)
Oh shit, how embarrassing. I knew we’d have to talk about this at some point, but my stupid mouth forced it.
“Well, kinda.”
His features change from soft to tense immediately. His body posture goes rigid. “What do you mean kinda?”
“I’m not exactly experienced, but I’ve been with someone before.”
“Fucking who?” he growls.
“A guy I was dating for a few weeks.”
“A few weeks? Fucking few weeks? You were willing to give yourself over to some asshole after a few dates?”
“Hey, quit yelling at me.”
His nostrils flare and face is an alarming shade of red. His loud breathing had me concerned and when I try to look at him he turns from me.
“Why are you so mad? You almost had a baby with another woman.”
“Because you are fucking mine. The thought of anyone touching you infuriates me,” he seethes.
“Bryce, let it go. You asked. ”
“You deserve everything in the world handed to you. I’m busting my ass to make sure that happens.” The pain in his voice evident.
His words melt me inside. He’s truly upset. The last thing I want to do is ruin tonight. I slide my food over and move quickly to straddle his lap. Wrapping my arms around his shoulders, I lean into him, brushing my breasts against him lightly.
“Bryce, I know you don’t want to hear about it, but it wasn’t a memorable experience. It was over before it started.” I grind against him, eliciting a low moan.
“Don’t want to hear about it, Devon.”
“Okay.” I go still against him and wonder if I’ve gone too far.
“Babe, give me a second. My mind and body are raging but for two totally separate reasons. My head hurts thinking about you with someone else. My dick jumps anytime you touch me.”
A sense of boldness takes over and I position myself so my legs are wrapped around his waist. Before he tells me to stop, I cover his mouth with mine and pour all my energy into kissing him. His body relaxes and he gives in, running his fingertips lightly over the bare skin of my thighs. My dress slides up and I feel his straining cock against the silk of my underwear. Sparks shoot through me and desire pools in my stomach.
“Devon, please stop. You have to quit.”
“I don’t want to,” I moan against his lips.
“I don’t want to either, but I’m not keen on the boat captain watching. We’re not alone. “
“Oh shit! I forgot.” I scramble off him and fix my dress.
Heat creeps up my cheeks and I turn back slightly looking for the old man that was on the boat when we arrived.
“We’re not moving, he probably went downstairs to give us some privacy.”
“How embarrassing.”
He gets up and offers his hand to help me stand. Leading us to the railing, he positions me in front of him and rests his hands on my hips. We watch the sunset silently. The boat starts moving again.
“Devon,” Bryce whispers in my ear.
“Hmmm?”
“Don’t be embarrassed, babe. You’re fucking hot. My job, as your boyfriend, is to take care of you. I haven’t done a good job of that. I promise you, tonight we’ll take care of your sexual frustration.”