Page 29 of Searching for Sunshine (Crestbrook Cove #1)
WYATT
“ H ale, party of seven,” the hostess yells. Stella waves her hand.
“That’s us,” she calls, and we follow her to a large corner booth that looks out over the ocean.
“This place is so cute,” Chloe says, and Avery and Stella nod in agreement.
“I bet some of our bachelorette groups will love this place for Saturday brunch,” Stella agrees.
Avery pulls out her phone and taps away in her notes. “Yeah, that’s a good idea. I’m adding a reminder to include this place as a suggested restaurant on the handout we give everyone at check-in.”
“Damn, the two of you really think of everything,” Trent says, and Avery shrugs.
“We try. So far, we’ve had some happy customers and they’ve already started booking for next summer, so it seems to be paying off.”
“That’s awesome. We’ve already seen a huge increase in sales at the store,” Bennett says.
“Same thing with The Sand Bar,” Everett agrees.
“So, speaking of next year, have the two of you decided what you’re gonna do with the hotel once this whole fake marriage thing is over?” Trent asks, and everyone goes quiet as they wait for our response.
“Uh, funny you should ask,” Stella starts, looking at me and I nod for her to continue. “We actually finally decided there’s nothing fake about what’s between us.”
The table goes silent before Avery lets out an excited screech. “I fucking knew it.”
“About damn time,” Bennett mutters and Chloe cheers in agreement.
Stella and I both laugh at the reaction before Trent asks, “Wait, so just to be clear—you two are finally admitting there’s something real between you, right?”
I resist the urge to roll my eyes. “Yes, dumbass, that’s what we just said.”
“Hell yeah, I won the bet,” he yells and Stella and I look at each other in confusion.
“Bet?” I ask, looking between my brothers and best friend. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
“There may have been a friendly wager between us,” Bennett answers, refusing to look at me.
“On what, exactly?” I ask, waiting for them to fess up.
“We made a bet on how long it would take for you to pull your head out of your asses and admit that the two of you wanted to be together.”
Stella laughs, and I mutter “Asshole” under my breath.
“What was everyone’s guess?” Stella asks and everyone goes quiet.
“I said two weeks,” Avery admits. “So y’all held out a hell of a lot longer than I thought.”
“Chloe said a month,” Bennett says. “And I said six months, so I was clearly super fucking off.”
“I obviously guessed two months,” Trent says. “Which means I won.”
“What was your guess?” I ask Everett.
“No offense, Stella, but my bet was that he finally decided to take Miss Eleanor up on her offer.”
I flip him off, and the rest of the table erupts into laughter at that.
“None taken,” Stella says. “Honestly, I keep waiting on it too.”
“Y’all are such a pain in my ass,” I mutter, knowing I don’t mean it.
The waitress brings our order of mimosas and bloody mary’s. As soon as everyone has a drink, Stella grabs her glass.
“Here’s to a lifetime full of booked hotels and busy businesses,” she says, holding her glass up to the rest of us.
“I’ll drink to that,” Avery says, as the rest of us clink glasses.
“Can you believe our friends placed bets against us this whole time?” I ask Stella as we make our way inside the cottage after brunch.
“No, I’m actually not the least bit surprised,” Stella says with a laugh.
“Yeah, I guess,” I murmur. “But I still think it’s rude.”
Stella shakes her head. “Babe, I hate to break it to you, but have you met our friends? They love giving us shit, and the way you let them annoy you makes you a little bit of an easy target.”
“Yeah, whatever. Anyway, enough about them,” I tell her, reaching down to pick her up and winding her legs around my hips. “Can I please fuck my wife?”
Stella smiles at me, and pretends to think about it. “Hmm, I guess I’ll allow it,” she teases, reaching between us to palm my dick through my shorts.
As soon as I step into the bedroom, I toss her on the bed and start tugging my shirt over my head. Stella smiles up at me from her position on the bed, and I reach down to run my hand through her hair before leaning down to press a quick kiss against her lips.
After I kiss her, I push her down against the bed, pushing her skirt up until I can see her pink panties.
I graze my finger down the front of them and smile when I feel how she’s dripping for me.
“Is my wife desperate to be fucked?” I ask as I pull them down. Stella murmurs in agreement.
After teasing her for a moment, I reach into the bedside drawer and grab her vibrator, clicking it on and pressing it against her clit in one quick move. She squeaks out a sound of surprise as I continue to tease her with it.
I spend the next few minutes getting her close to the edge before pulling back until she’s a mess and begging for me to fuck her.
“All you had to do was ask,” I tease, keeping her vibrator pressed against her clit while I push my pants down and slide inside her. I can tell that neither of us are going to last like this, so I push in and out of her fast, groaning as I feel her pussy tighten around my cock.
“Yes, Wyatt, I’m close,” she mutters, and I press the button to make the toy go to the next setting. Stella squeals at the new sensations, and I feel her spasm against me with her orgasm. I follow her over the edge, spilling inside her.
“Shit,” she mutters. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of this,” she says with a smile as I pull out of her, smiling as I watch my cum leak out of her.
“Damn, that’s hot,” I mutter before looking back at her. “And I guess it’s a good thing we’ve got forever to find out, huh?”