Chapter Nine
Nate’s questions today have reminded me how superficial our relationship is. We’ve fallen into a casual routine that doesn’t need explanations or context. Who needs to know all the details of one’s life to have a holiday romance? Except with every day we spend together it feels less and less like a romance that has an expiry date, and today has just proved that.
“When you’re thinking too hard, you frown. It spoils that beautiful face of yours.” His tone is cautious. Testing.
I don’t take my eyes off the road, careful not to jolt us over one of the potholes on the tiny road too hard.
He’s seen my playful side, although teasing him with the Jeep might not be his definition of play. And he’s seen my heart, too, no matter how much I’ve kept it from him. It’s here with us both, seen every day through our actions in this cocoon we’ve created. We’re carefree, unlimited by the real world outside of this. But if he thinks he’ll get answers from me about that outside world, he’s delusional.
I’ve spent years looking out for myself. Relying on anyone else to hold the secrets I do? That’s not something I can fathom right now. And I’d never betray Nate’s trust—at least not past where we’re at in this holiday relationship—even if every fibre of my being screams at me to let Nate in, if only an inch.
Everyone has something they don’t want the world to know about, and I can’t afford for Nate to know my secrets. I’d never touch his laptop, but I can’t shake his comment from this morning.
“Care to suggest something to put a smile on my face?” I say, still navigating the twisting bends down the hill. I need to forget about the world that’s waiting for me and concentrate on every second I have left on this island. With Nate.
“You know I have plenty of ideas.” He moves his fingers down my thigh and gathers the fabric of my skirt to expose my skin. “But it’s a long half hour back to the resort. I’m impatient for a smile.”
“Touching me while I’m driving back to the taxi? I appreciate the offer, but…”
Nate grabs the wheel, steering us down a narrow mud trail lined with trees on either side. My foot hits the brake causing us to skid a little before we jolt to a stop.
“I said you frown when you’re thinking too much.” He reaches under his seat and yanks at a lever, sending his seat back a few inches. “Hold onto the top rail of the Jeep, ease yourself over me and keep looking out the windscreen. We’re gonna fuck a smile onto that pretty face of yours.”
“Nate, this—”
His lips collide into mine, silencing the mini-protest I had prepared. There’s been tension between us since his first question slipped past his lips. Maybe sex is what we need to settle things back down. I pull back to search his eyes. Honesty and passion spill from them, telling me he’s serious about this.
“You’re not doing as you’re told, sweetheart.” My heart plummets to my stomach as I turn off the engine, leaving the keys in the ignition. For a moment I look about, only hearing the background hum of insects around us in the relative remoteness of the island. My lips curl up as I look back at Nate. “That’s my girl.”
I hitch my skirt and step over Nate’s legs, planting my foot firmly in the foot-well. The sound of his zip and his low groan send a river of excitement through me. His spontaneous expectation, the exhibitionism, it’s the perfect aphrodisiac. As if I need one when Nate’s involved.
He grabs my hips and pulls me down to him. With one of my hands, I hoist the fabric of my skirt up to give him access.
“Why the fuck aren’t you wearing panties?”
“If you have to ask that then you’ve not been paying much attention over the last week. I’ve not worn any accept my bikini bottoms since the first night in the bungalow.”
“Fuck, that’s sexy.”
He yanks me down hard, and the blunt end of his cock pushes to gain entrance between my legs. My arms lock out, giving myself purchase as I try to ease my legs wider. Nate drives himself inside, his fingers gripping hard against my hip bones.
This isn’t romantic, or love. It’s rough, desperate, but it feels…necessary. Like we both need it to clear the air. And it’s perfect.
Heat explodes over my body as he picks up the pace, rutting into me with only one goal. My legs start to quiver as I hold my position, but the inevitable climax is right there, dancing on the periphery of my grasp.
“You’ve never been fucked like this, have you?” Nate puffs out behind gritted teeth. “Exposed.” His hand wraps into my hair, tipping my head back to him, sharply.
“No.” It sounds like a plea to my ears, like I’m craving exactly what he’s delivering. I straighten and try to grind my pussy against his lap, now desperate for him to spark my orgasm. “You wanted me to smile,” I spit out. “Make me come.”
“Keep your fucking ass still unless you want me to put my dick in it.”
“Promises, promises.”
“We’ll get to that. Don’t you worry.” I grunt as he shoves in deeper, his fingers bracing me down with little hope of moving. “Are you smiling yet?”
“Yes, but I’ll be much happier once I...” His hand snakes around to find my clit before I can finish, squeezing the over-sensitised nub with a precision I’m getting used to. “Oh, god yes…” Shocks of pleasure spike through my nervous system, my orgasm exploding through my body without any help from me.
“Fuck, Gabby.” He groans, hammering against me, his skin slapping against mine as he drives in again and again. I’m barely breathing as I grip onto the bar above me. I let him fuck me with little care anymore to who might see, a smile riding my face, and then he stills and groans out again.
