“Yours . . .” she moans, and I slow down, pulling back a bit as I push her down again, thrusting my cock in time to the waves, drawing out the ecstasy for both of us. Mindy squirms, pushing back into me after a few minutes, and I speed up again.
It’s hard not to come inside her. Mindy’s body is heaven as she squeezes me, her pussy gripping around my cock as I push her higher and higher. I listen, grinding my hips against her as I speed up, until she cries out, her pussy clamping around me. She’s so tight and thrilling as she comes that I barely pull out in time, another hard jet of seed splattering on her ass before I can turn and leave the rest of it on the sand. I tremble. My cock aches from coming so hard twice so quickly. I can’t believe how much Mindy pushes me.
I think about what we just did. I wasn’t trying to seduce her. I’d totally intended to bring Bertha down here, get the condom out of her, and go back.
I didn’t mean for this to happen. It wasn’t just fucking on the beach.
But that’s what this week was supposed to be. Take the girl out, show her a good time, and clean her pipes if we wanted to.
But not this. Not like this. I never even thought it was possible.
“Oliver?” Mindy asks, and I look up at her, seeing her tentative, concerned smile. “You okay?”
“Yeah,” I lie before getting to my feet. Okay? I’m far from okay. I’m starting to wish this were real. “Come on, let’s keep walking.”
Chapter 17
Mindy
It’s a little late for lunch, just after two in the afternoon by the time we return from the beach. Walking up the pathway, I feel natural reaching over and holding hands with Oliver. Bertha’s running at our heels and circling us, and I have to stop as we climb the stairs from the dunes up to the main property.
The estate looks so beautiful. The sun is still high in the sky behind the house, making it blaze in front of the sapphire blue sky, and I feel my breath taken away. It’s just gorgeous. I wonder what it would be like to have all of this, raising a family here. It would be paradise. If only . . .
I suck in a deep breath, trying not to think about it. I know I’m getting carried away with the fantasy. This isn’t real. But damn, did his being inside me feel real. The way his hands felt on my body. My neck still burns from his kisses.
It was everything I’ve dreamed it could be. More than I imagined. I've been with men. I’m no virgin, but none of them were anything more than a fuck or a passing thought. None of them were more than a physical exercise, a release of primal need.
I’ve always kept a shell around me to protect me from the very thing I’m feeling right now. But I have to wonder if I’d be feeling this way if we weren’t pretending to be engaged.
As if sensing my thoughts, Oliver smiles at me, squeezing my hand. My heart skips a beat, warmth flowing in my chest. “Don’t worry,” he says reassuringly. “Nobody’s gonna blame us for being out for so long. I just hope Roxy told your mom we had Bertha.”
I nod, knowing I need to get ahold of my emotions. It’s scary to be feeling anything when this charade is over in a few days.
We don’t even reach the steps before Roxy’s out the front door to confront us.
“Where the hell have you been?” Roxy demands. “Mom has been going nuts. I told her you went on a walk, but when it stretched for hours, I started wondering if we were gonna have to send out the Baywatch crew.” She pauses, then looks back and forth between the two of us before grinning, reading our expressions. “What did you do, ride a surfboard?”
“No, I got eaten by a shark,” I joke. “What’s it to you?”
Roxy waves it off, chuckling. “I just wondered. You said you were going on a walk.”
Oliver chuckles. “We just walked down to the dunes and watched the waves a little. It was gorgeous.”
Roxy rolls her eyes. She knows we had enough time to walk halfway to the next town if we’d wanted. “Well, I’m glad you two lovebirds had fun. But Mom wants to see you.”
“Why?” I ask.
“She wants help with stuff. I don’t know. Decorations, I think, and they have to go up this afternoon and evening. You know how she is—everything needs to be her way, and she refuses to hire it out. I know she wants Oliver to help move that big ass sound system.”
“Easy enough,” Oliver says. “I’ll handle it so John and Charles don’t have to.”
Roxy shakes her head. “Good. Because let me tell you, they probably won’t be much help. I love them both, but those two geezers can’t do much heavy lifting.”