Everything I Wish For (Lupine Valley #5)

12. Chapter Twelve

Chapter Twelve

Lauren

After a long day on the beach, playing every game imaginable, I can’t wait to shower off the salt, sand, and sunscreen.

Tonight we’re all having dinner on the pier at the resort’s restaurant. I don’t even want to think about how much Vivian’s parents are spending this week. It’s a good thing her Dad owns a multimillion dollar company.

Of course in the suite we were upgraded to has a bathroom just as luxurious as everything else in the resort. It has a massive walk-in shower, with shower heads on both sides and a rainfall shower head that runs the length of the whole space. It makes my little shower at home look like it belongs in a travel trailer.

I step into the bathroom and turn on the shower. The steam billows up from the floor, coating the whole bathroom in a mystical-feeling fog. I strip off the teeny tiny bikini and drop it in the sink to rinse later on.

My quiet, peaceful space is disturbed when the bathroom door swings open and Brad comes in carrying two hangers with outfit options.

“L, which one—” He looks between each hanger before catching sight of my naked body in the mirror to his right.

He looks at me, his eyes hungry. He drops his outfit choices on the floor, and strips his speedo off, never breaking eye contact with me.

“What exactly are you doing?” I bite my bottom lip, knowing exactly what is coming.

“I think we both know.” His smile is the last thing I see before he starts stalking toward me in the shower.

“Holy hell, woman!” He jumps back out leaving me in the center of the massive space, “What the hell temperature do you have that set to? Lava?” He exclaims tentatively reaching back in to make sure he wasn’t crazy.

I laugh in response, “How do you think it got so steamy in here?” I turn the dial to a more acceptable temperature for a man.

He sticks a toe in this time to make sure I’ve actually changed it before joining me. Once he deems the temperature acceptable he jumps in and wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my neck.

He takes the shampoo from my hands, reads the bottle, and then puts some in his hands. His fingers sink into my hair, massaging the shampoo in. A moan escapes my mouth before I can stop it. The scalp massage feels so damn good after having my hair up in a tight ponytail all day.

“That feel good, gorgeous?”

I nod.

“Lean back, let me rinse it out.” I lean my head back as he instructs, his fingers continue massaging until the shampoo is rinsed from my hair. He picks up my loofah and squirts soap onto it. He begins to rub it on my body, washing every possible inch of me.

At some point he puts the loofah away and replaces it with his hands.

He cups each breast, rolling my nipples between his fingers. He kisses the spot I like on my neck. Then he picks me up, pushing my body against the cool tiles with his own. I wrap my legs around his waist and tangle my fingers in his hair. He lifts me higher and places me right above his cock before sliding my body down onto him. His biceps bulge as he moves me up and down, creating a friction that I could have only ever dreamed of feeling this good between our soapy bodies.

“Brad, please,” I beg.

“Please what, L? What do you want?”

“I. Need. More…now. More…everything,” I manage to pant out.

He starts moving me faster, jutting his hips at just the right time to hit my clit and make that friction intensify.

He holds me tighter to him as the orgasms ricochet between us.

“You are perfect,” Brad says into my neck, resting his cheek on my shoulder as we catch our breath.

He kisses me one more time before releasing me. I pick up his loofah and happily return the favor to roam my hands all over his body. His police training has done him well and I take my time admiring every hard line and muscle.

After a much longer than expected shower, I finally give him my opinion on an outfit.

I choose the jeans that hug his ass and the black polo that looks like it might rip under the pressure of holding in his biceps. Parts of his body that I appreciate a little bit more now.

“We have to go, L. We’re going to be late,” he yells into the bathroom as I just about finish applying my lip gloss. He hands me my purse when I emerge and we head out of the room toward the elevator, but not before he takes his time admiring the way this dress clings to every curve. The black satin accentuates my tanned skin from a day in the sun and the plunging back dares to show the tops of my ass cheeks.

The elevator doors ding open and Brad guides me out the doors with his hand on my lower back. He leans down to whisper in my ear, “That dress looks stunning on you.”

“I’m not wearing any panties.” I grin up at him.

He groans in response.

We’re surprisingly some of the first few people down in the lobby. People must be tired from their day full of games on the beach.

“Looks like we’re a little early, want to go grab a drink?” Brad asks.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” I smile up at him as he guides us towards the bar, his hand never leaving my back.

Tonight I need to listen to Lacey for once and I decide I’m just going to go for it. I’m going to tell him how I feel. It might ruin our friendship, but haven’t we already crossed that line?

I take a seat at the corner of the bar and Brad stands next to me, his back to the wall so he can see everything happening. An extension of his police personality. He flags the bartender down and orders a beer for him and a white wine for me.

“Brad, I need to tell—” I start to say, but stop when I notice he isn’t listening to me, he’s staring angrily at something at the other end of the bar. I look to my left, hoping to find what he’s looking at.

“What is going on?” I ask with concern, trying to look around the man next to me.

“I’m pretty sure I see Damon at the end of the bar.” His brows are furrowed and his lips in a tight line. The tic in his jaw tells me he’s grinding his teeth, something he does when he’s absolutely pissed.

“What?” I squeak out.

I look frantically in the direction his gaze is focused. And sure as hell, there’s the douchebag himself sitting at the end of the bar opposite us.

“What the fuck is he doing here?” I spit out.

I turn quickly to face Brad, trying to hide my face.

Damon hasn’t met Brad. He hadn’t moved back to Lupine Valley while we were dating. He’d seen pictures of him, but I doubt he’d remember his face. He was always jealous of our friendship, he even tried to make me pick Brad or him a few times. He stopped when he realized that I’d never pick. Even engaged to the man, I would still pick Brad.

Fuck. He’s looking in this direction.

He can’t see me, thank God. I don’t want to deal with this tonight. Or ever.