“Oops, giving away my gender secrets.” She grins.
“Don’t stop. I want to hear more.”
“Like when you take off a T-shirt, and you grab it from the back and pull it up over your head type of thing?”
Taking T-shirts off is sexy?Who knew?
So, I do as she asks and grab the back of my T-shirt and tug it up over my head and let it fall to the floor beside us. Elle is biting her bottom lip quite hard as her eyes roam over my torso.
“So hot,” she mumbles to herself.
What’s got into Elle today? It’s probably the sea air, or she’s had a great night’s sleep and is raring to go. Not that I’m complaining, she can stare at me all day long.
“How hot?” I ask.
Elle opens her legs, her red bikini bottoms on display. She then reaches out and takes my hand, pushes the fabric to the side, and slides my fingers through her wetness. She’s soaked. “That hot,” she purrs before letting go of my hand.
My fingers begin to move inside her, and Elle arches her back while her hands run over her body with each flick of my thumb against her clit. I can’t take my eyes off her as she looks like a wicked sea siren luring me into the depths of the ocean to ravage me, but I don’t care. I’ll gladly go. Her hand pulls her bikini top to the side as her fingers pluck at her nipples, all the while my fingers sink into her.Fuck, she feels so good.
“Yes, Ali, yes!” She begins to squirm as my fingers continue their steady course inside her. Her body arches as she thrusts her chest out, her eyes flutter shut again until I feel her body spasm over my fingers, and Elle's screams echo around the bay.
Eventually, I pull my fingers from her and lick her wetness from them—I’ll never get sick of her sweetness.
Elle reaches for the tent in my shorts, but I halt her. “We have all day. I want to relax and enjoy your company,” I tell her.
“Okay.” She grins, pulling her bikini back into place.
I take the picnic basket and goodies the staff packed for us and help Elle into the tender, and then we head off to the island. We have to wade through knee-high water to get to the sand, but the water is crystal clear so we can see what’s beneath us. I set up the picnic blanket and fold out the sunshade, then throw some cushions down for us to lounge on.
Elle starts unpacking the picnic basket and setting up the food. Once we’re in our own little oasis, we both settle and enjoy the serenity.
“You can tell me to butt out of your business …” Elle starts as she pops a grape in her mouth. We’ve enjoyed our lunch and are now lazily grazing on the cheese platter while sipping champagne.
“I’m an open book, Elle.”
“You might not be open about this topic?” she adds while nibbling on her mouth nervously.
“It’s about my ex, isn’t it?”
Elle nods. “I don’t understand how she could cheat on you with your brother. You’re a freaking catch,” she states flatly.
Her compliment warms me.
“How are you feeling about attending the wedding? I can’t imagine how hard it must be for you?”
“Honestly, I don’t want to go. It may sound petty or even mean, but I don’t give a shit about their happiness. Just like they didn’t give a shit about mine.”
Elle reaches out and lays a hand on my arm in reassurance. “Do you still love her?” She peeks up at me through her dark lashes.
“Hell no,” I tell her sternly. “Things between us weren’t good for a while, but we were both so busy that we sort of swept it under the rug. Guess her rug was my brother.” I sigh.
“It’s a fucked-up thing they both did,” she adds with a frown.
“If you knew my brother, you wouldn’t be at all surprised.” I sigh. “Now, he and my parents are demanding we all play happy families for the day. And I’m exhausted over the charade.” I take a large sip of my beer to steady the anger that is bubbling to the surface as I talk about my brother. “Do you have any siblings?”
“Nope, an only child. My best friend, Lauren, is like a sister to me, though,” she says, giving me a smile.
“You’re lucky! But I do have my friends, who are more like brothers to me thanheever will be.”