“Already?” she asks in disbelief. “We just got here.”
“Three hours ago,” I point out, and while I have indeed been enjoying myself, I’m dying to get her alone.
“Pfft,” she says, waving her hand dismissively. “What’s three hours in the grand scheme of things?”
Laughing at her near-drunken silliness, I bend down again and give her a quick kiss on her mouth. I put my lips near her ear. “It’s three hours too long without feeling your sweet pussy wrapped around my cock. I’m dying here, Sweet. I want to leave so I can fuck you.”
“Oh,” she breathes into my neck and then pulls back to look at me. “Why didn’t you say so? That sounds like so much more fun than hanging out here.”
I give her a huge grin and release her waist, only to take her hand. “Let’s say our goodbyes then.”
I turn to start walking her over to where the girls are all standing, only to practically run into Brody. He’s holding a bottle of water in one hand and glass of Scotch in the other.
Handing the liquor to me, he says, “I bought you a drink.”
I take it from him, heaving with frustration on the inside, and say, “Thanks, mate. You didn’t have to do that.”
You really didn’t have to do that.
“Oh, sure I did,” Brody says affably, although I sense an underlying tone of censure in his voice. “Besides, I thought we could have a chat.”
I cock my eyebrow high, to let him know just what I think of that, but then turn to Savannah. “Why don’t you go hang with the rest of the gang for a bit, love? Let Brody and I get to know each other a bit better.”
Savannah’s eyes flick between Brody and me for a moment, then she sighs rather audibly. “Fine. But hurry up, Filthy. You have promises to fulfill tonight.”
I wince internally over her words because Brody seems to stiffen up beside me as we watch her flounce off to join Gabby, Alyssa, Casey, and Hunter.
Taking a sip of Scotch, I watch her thoughtfully. She’s fucking perfect. Perfect for me, that is, and I have to wonder what this means for my future. Just a few days ago, I had high plans to jet back to London when I finished my manuscript. Now I have no clue what to do. I definitely see something with Savannah for the future; I just don’t know what it is. I’m pretty confident it wouldn’t involve marriage, because with marriage comes the expectations of children. Savannah is the type of woman that would want children. Lots and lots of them, but that is something I crossed off my bucket list long ago and will never put back on.
I had my one chance at a child, and I failed miserably. I’m never going through that again, because the pain far outweighed the good. I’m never taking the chance of having to go through that pain again.
“Some deep thoughts brewing in that head of yours,” Brody says, and I turn around to blink at him. I had completely forgotten he was standing there.
“Savannah’s a deep woman,” I say. “She deserves deep thoughts, don’t you think?”
“She deserves the best thoughts,” Brody says, and I don’t miss the ominous tone in his voice.
I take another small sip of Scotch, appraising the man standing before me that Savannah has so much care and respect for. I have to say… the protectiveness in him over my woman both assures me and pisses me off. It’s nice to know Savannah has had someone looking over her, but that’s not needed anymore, so I decide to lay it on the line. “What’s on your mind, mate? Spill it.”
“I don’t want to see her hurt. Savannah is a special woman; no doubt, you already know that. But she wounds easily.”
“I have no intentions of wounding her.”
“What are your intentions, then? You’re here just temporarily, right?”
I turn my head and watch Savannah as she sips at her beer and laughs at something Gabby says. If she laughed with me like that every day, I’d have to seriously consider staying with her forever. Or convincing her to come with me back to England. Regardless, the point being, I don’t think I can give her up.
Turning back to Brody, I tell him honestly. “My original plans were to leave as soon as I finished my manuscript. But I’m thinking that’s easier said than done at this point.”
Brody seems to like my answer, and I can feel some of the ice melt away. “So what’s the problem? You can write anywhere, right?”
“That I can,” I tell him. “Seems like a simple solution, right?”
He claps me on my back and laughs. “Dude, there’s nothing simple about relationships. If it were easy, everyone would have them.”