31. Natalie

Chapter 31

Natalie

“Aww, fuck.”Luke’s curse is different this time. And when I look over, he’s on his back, brushing sand off his cock.

I snicker.

Then I snicker some more.

How can this guy be the hottest fuck I’ve ever had while also being the biggest goofball?

I sigh, then realize I still have my boobs out. And if it weren’t for Luke’s clever thinking, I’d have a mouthful of sand by now.

With a groan, I roll over onto my back too and pull my dress and bra back into place.

Sand coats the front of my dress, so the sand stuffed into my cleavage fits right in.

“They always make beach sex look so hot in movies.” Luke shifts, and I hear him zip up his pants.

I take a deep breath, trying to slow my racing heart. “I dunno, I still think that was pretty hot.”

Luke’s big body is suddenly over mine. Hands next to my head, knees on either side of my hips.

Freaking athletes.

Luke bends his elbows, lowering his face until it’s just over mine.

“That was very hot.” Luke’s words puff across my lips. “Until I got sand in my dick hole.”

A laugh bursts out of me, and Luke bends lower to bite at my earlobe.

“Sorry, sorry!” I shove at him. Because it’s push him away or start all over again.

Luke pushes back and turns his head a moment before I hear the voices.

“I think we can go through here,” an obviously drunk person whisper-shouts.

Luke quickly rises to a crouch, then holds his hands out.

I take them and let him pull me up.

We take two steps, then he scoops his arm down and picks up the empty glass and the sand-encrusted condom.

I can’t help but pull a face.

In the moment, pretty much anything can be hot. But after… some things just aren’t.

We stay low behind the cluster of trees and then start to cut back through the landscaping to the walking path.

Thankfully it’s empty when we reach it, and I take a second to help Luke brush off his back.

I didn’t notice him picking up his jacket, but it’s draped over his arm, and the condom has disappeared into one of his pockets.

A man who doesn’t litter.

Luke glances down at me and presses his lips together.

“What?” I ask, still whispering.

“You are… covered in sand.”

I roll my eyes. “Well, duh. Some jock just fucked me into the beach.”

His grin is instant. “Sounds fun.”

I lose my battle against my smile. “It was.”

Light bounces off Luke’s amused features, and I realize we’re already back at the resort.

The path we’re on leads right to the center of the complex, where hallways head left, right, and center.

We pause when we reach it.

I’m to the left, but I don’t know what wing Luke is staying in.

“I’ll walk you⁠—”

Someone shouts his name.

“Anders,” another male calls out, in an over-the-top presenter voice.

Luke groans before he faces me fully and places a palm on each of my cheeks. “Go. Save yourself.” Then he presses his lips to mine.

I kiss him back, even as I smile at his words.

He releases me and takes a step back. “I’ll message you.”

He takes another step back. “Send me your number.”

The trio of men approaching have almost reached him.

Luke spreads his arms out, glass still in hand, pretending to block them. “Run, Princess!”

“Night, Player.” I shake my head, then turn away.