“You do?” She laughs. “You’ve read it?”
“Haley, Sugar, Sweetie, we’ve all read it multiple times. Even Easton. I had to stop Dante from reading it out loud. I still can’t believe the heroine forgave him for what he did.”
Haley nods, her eyes closed. “You’ll do funny things for love.”
“Yeah, that’s not real love. He was selfish and there were red flags everywhere.”
“I suppose he did kill her stalker.”
“And then made her an accomplice,” I groan.
“It’s a dark romance, Sam. There’s supposed to be red flags.” She leans forward and kisses me. The wine on her lips is sweeter than the liquid in my glass, that’s for sure. I place my glass on the rock next to hers, and she loops her hands around my neck, then slides off the chair into my lap.
When our lips part, my cock is hard and her eyes are dazed. “What can I get you now, my queen? A lot of guests order beach massages.”
“But however will you find a masseuse on such short notice?”
“I happen to know a guy.” I take both of her hands and help her stand up. She waits while I de-sand the mat and a towel which I roll up for a pillow. I reach for the bottom of her T-shirt, but she’s ahead of me and pulls her shirt off.
Now she’s smirking at me. “I love you, my queen.”
“I love you, Sam.”
My smile’s so big it covers my face. “What, no king? Ah, true, you’re not a queen—you’re the empress with five kings.” I wiggle the fingers on my right hand at her.
She laughs, her fingers tugging on the hem of my shirt. It lands in the sand at our feet. Her hand lands flat on my chest. We stare into each other’s eyes. “I love fun, playful Sam. I mean, I love serious, badass Sam too. My king.”
“Massage or hair first?” I raise my eyebrows at her. I take her hand and look at the supplies for her hair.
She brings her ponytail to her nose and sniffs. “No one should have to smell this rat’s nest.”
“Let’s take care of that. But then we have some playing to do,” I say, squeezing her hand three times.
Chapter 27
Royal Fleet
Haley
The way he growled“We have some playing to do”makes me want to wash my hair myself and get to the good stuff, but Sam sets me on the big rock. The tide is high enough that the water’s close by. “I can?—”
“Lie down. Tilt your head over the edge of the rock.” He points.
I pull my hair out from under me, and Sam takes a small plastic container and carefully pours water over my hair. With one knee popped up in the air, it’s actually comfortable. And it’s surreal watching the clouds go by.
“You good?” Sam’s serious face pops into view.
“Uh-huh.” He’s gentle but firm as he rubs the soap through my hair. “I’m seeing the appeal of being petted. If I had a tail, I’d be wagging it.”
He rinses my hair and wraps it in a towel before helping me off the rock. He sweeps my feet from the sand and carries me back to the mat. He points. “Lie down, Haley.”
I don’t go all the way down onto the mat. Nope, I stop on my knees. Am I testing him? Yes. This holiday isn’t at all what I thought it was going to be. I worked myself up for being the one doing a lot of the work. But now? Now I’m the one getting all the attention when I thought it was going to be me giving them the attention.
But now I want badass Sam to come out. I smirk up at him, my hand skating down the front of his pants.
“No. All the way down, Haley.”
I blink and reach. I want to please him. I want to make him fall apart on my tongue.
