I didn’t know what to do next.
Suck? Move it in and out? Do both at the same time? How could I be so inept? It was just oral sex.
A tear broke loose. Then another. My throat vibrated as sobs pushed their way into my mouth. I heaved, then sniffled. Another tear fell.
Suddenly, Will’s dick was out of my mouth and I was on my back, covered by his heated body.
“What are you doing?” I gasped, choking back emotions as best I could, but the grief in his eyes undid me. “I’m sorry… I’m sorry…” I covered my face to hide my embarrassment and shame.
“You’re breaking my heart, baby. Please don’t cry.” He stroked my hair off my face, wiggling his hips against my thighs, nudging me to let him in. “Look at me.” His demanding voice rattled me. “Look at me,please.”
Slowly I lowered my hands, holding my breath. Tormented glossy eyes undid me. I shook my head, but before I could cover my face again, my hands were raised above my head.
“No. Don’t hide from me. Now hear me out. I don’t need my dick in your beautiful mouth to be happy. What I need is your arms around my neck, your lips against mine, and your sweetness surrounding me.” He burrowed his hips between my legs, pressing the tip of his erection to my entrance. “Yesterday you said you were mine. Did you mean it?”
“Yes, yes I meant it,” I whispered.
“Then you’ve made me the happiest man on the planet.” He kissed my nose. “And I’m yours.” He promptly reached for a condom on the nightstand and had it ripped open and rolled on in record time. He pressed into me slowly.
I sucked in a breath, arching into his chest as he filled me with his length.
“Just love me, Miranda. It’s all I need.” Will released my hands.
I wrapped my arms around his neck as our mouths connected, and we kissed fervently, never breaking for air as he made love to me.
This man.
He meant the world to me. But I still hoped one day I could be a fellatio girl and send Will soaring into the clouds.
Carmel-by-the-Sea would live in my heart forever. The small shopping district was full of art galleries, restaurants, and tree-lined streets. Stoned paths and arched walkways lent a charming village feel with cozy cottages and striped awnings shading windows beneath moss-covered roofs. It felt like I had been transported into a fairy tale.
Merchants displayed holiday fare in their windows framed in twinkling lights. Mouthwatering aromas—some sweet, others savory—wafted around us amid the ocean breeze. We strolled through town, our arms wrapped around each other as we laughed and kissed without a care in the world.
“Let’s go in here.” Will jerked his chin toward another art gallery. We had ducked into several already. He seemed to be looking for something specific but wouldn’t allude to what it might be.
“Good afternoon, sir. Miss,” a short man with black-framed glasses greeted. “Enjoying this clear sunny day?”
“We are,” Will replied. “Seems the fog finally burned off.”
“Indeed.” The man eyed Will as most business owners did, zeroing in on “the money.” It irritated me. Will couldn’t be just Will. His money stole the show. My intelligent, funny, caring man had so much more to offer thanmoney. “Is there anything specific you’re looking for?” the shopkeeper asked, brushing his fingers through the top of his hair. A nervous tick, I assumed. He didn’t take his eyes off Will who moved with purpose from one wall of paintings to another.
“Just browsing.” Will didn’t look at him, eyes scanning paintings rapidly.
I went to the front window where a table of clay pots and bowls were displayed. I picked up a shallow, marbled clay bowl with a rough gold rim. The colorful swirls of gold, teal, white, and charcoal sang to me. It’d be perfect for my nightstand or desk, a lovely keepsake to remind me of Carmel and Will.
Movement outside caught my attention and then I saw him:York. His stocky physique couldn’t be missed when dressed in all black and dark sunglasses, thin lips pursed tight. Nor could his shiny head. He hadn’t even attempted to be discreet, as if he’d wanted me to see him.
“What are you looking at, beautiful?” Will kissed my neck and snaked his hands around my waist.
I sighed. “York.”
Will lifted his head. “Maybe he’s out for a stroll.” The amusement in his voice was adorable, but we both knew that wasn’t the case.
I turned in his arms, cocking my head. “Do I havefoolwritten in black Sharpie on my forehead?”
He laughed, touching my lower lip with his thumb. “Nope, don’t see fool anywhere. Well, except for the big one outside.”
I giggled, dropping my face into his chest.
“Come and look at this.” Will took my hand and led me to a painting in the corner of the shop. The beach scene reminded me of when we’d arrived. Gloomy skies. Calm waters and deserted beaches. This gorgeous painting was made up of varying shades of gray, and in the distance, at the ocean’s edge were warm hues of orange from the setting sun.
I stared in awe at its simplicity, yet the deep emotion it created in my chest made my eyes cloud. The beauty of the sunset would not be ignored behind the grim darkness as it bid farewell to another day, leaving a promise of sunny days to come.
Will kissed my hand, waking me from my trance. But I couldn’t take my eyes off the painting… off the hope it gave me. “We’ll take it,” he declared.
“I’ll write it up, sir!”
“You’re beautiful when you’re speechless,” he whispered in my ear from behind me. “Move in with me?” He dangled a set of keys in front of my face.
I turned around and hugged him tightly. “Yes!”