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My dick jerks against his, stirred by his words and the lush carnality of him sitting naked in my lap, all rosy and debauched. I watch as he lifts the bottle of Jack to his lips and takes a long pull, then he grasps my jaw in his fingers, opening my mouth as he allows the liquid to pour from his mouth into mine before sealing his lips over mine and thrusting his tongue into my mouth. I swallow feeling the burn of the whiskey down to my stomach as I grab the firm globes of his arse cheeks in my hands, pulling him in closer to kiss him hotly.

Finally, he pulls back and drags in a loud breath.

‘Do you know what we’re going to do, baby?’ He gives me a teasing smile, and my stomach clenches at the endearment rolling off his tongue. ‘We’re going to get blind drunk and make each other come all night long.’

‘Now, that’s a plan I can totally get behind.’ I grin as I take his mouth again.

Chapter Nineteen

Beck

When it comes to art, everyone’s a critic…

I blink slowly, my eyes feeling like they’re full of grit. My body feels clammy in the early morning summer heat, tempered slightly by the cool breeze coming in off the sea through the open folding glass doors. Which I’d been too drunk to remember to close last night… or this morning, I’m not sure which.

I breathe in the scent of brine and summer… and Nat. He’s lying flat out on his stomach, his arm and one of his legs trailing off the edge of the sofa as he gives a cute snore. I’m laying half across his back, the side of my face nestled between his shoulder blades.

I hum contentedly and turn my head, pressing a kiss to his soft skin, breathing in the scent of my warm sleepy lover. He slept here last night, and the thought did not go unnoticed, and honestly, I can’t bring myself to worry about what it means.

I’ve decided to go with one hundred percent pure avoidance. I’m not going to think about feelings or complications or where this is going. I just want to spend as much time as I can with Nat while he lets me. I’ll deal with the aftermath when the shit inevitably hits the fan, and it will. I know it as surely as I know the sun is going to rise. Sooner or later, the past Nat is running from is going to catch up with him. The question is, is he going to stand and face it, or is he going to cut and run again.

All I can do is try to protect my own heart because I know for certain now, that I’m pretty much almost crazy stupid in love with him. I’m holding back desperately, clinging onto that cliff edge for dear life, but the truth is, it wouldn’t take much more than a faint breeze to send me tumbling straight into full blown, hand you my heart and let you stomp on it, love.

I find myself letting out a quiet, resigned sigh. Will I never learn? Why do I always go for the complicated ones?

Because it’s Nat, that’s why, and my mouth twists into a rueful smile. Like I ever had a choice. I was lost from the moment I pulled him from the sea and those baby blues locked on me. Cupid didn’t just hit me with an arrow that day, he pretty much clubbed me to death with the damn bow too.

I press my face into Nat’s skin and breathe him in again. I love the scent of him, sandalwood, and a light sheen of sweat, overlaid by something darker, earthier. The scent of sex, the scent of me on his gorgeous body.

I hum in pleasure as I slide my hand down underneath his torso, skimming over his ribs, down his flat stomach.

‘Forget it, Casanova,’ Nat mumbles hoarsely into the cushions, his voice deliciously gravelly from sleep, alcohol and many, many orgasms. ‘I couldn’t get it up right now with good intentions, scaffolding, and a blessing from the Pope.’

I chuckle against his skin, unable to stop myself from kissing the tiny little freckle on his shoulder. ‘I can’t help it,’ I rumble against his back. ‘You’re like the equivalent of sex heroin. I’m hopelessly addicted to you.’

I feel his body shift as he laughs quietly.

‘You sore, baby?’ I ask softly.

‘Yes.’ He grins, his eyes still closed. ‘You stuck your dick in me twice last night.’

I close my eyes and feel a hot flush sweep across my body, my cock twitching involuntarily against his warm thigh as flashbacks of him last night sitting naked in my lap as he slid down on my throbbing dick and rode us both to a wild alcohol fueled, soul destroying orgasm.

I groan loudly at the thought of him riding me. ‘Stop teasing me.’ I bite his shoulder lightly. ‘And to be fair, I can’t be blamed for the second time, you didn’t exactly give me much choice.’ I grin. ‘I feel so used.’

‘I didn’t hear you saying no.’ He rolls over, smiling widely as I snuggle closer to him. ‘In fact, if I recall correctly, it was more like, ‘Yes! Fuck me harder, Nat!’, and I also recall you taking the lords name in vain, more than once… for shame.’

I can feel the stupid smile on my face as I lean in and kiss his lips gently. ‘Morning,’ I murmur.

His smile falters slightly. ‘I’m sorry I fell asleep. I meant to go back to the B&B.’

‘Hey.’ I grasp his chin and lift his face, no longer caring about a stupid boundary that makes absolutely no sense. ‘I want you here with me.’

‘Really?’ His eyes widen, and I nod, watching him as he lifts his hand, tracing the shape of my mouth, tugging the skin lightly with his thumb.

I catch his hand in mine and place a kiss to his palm, and his gaze snags on my fingers.

‘Beck.’ He frowns. ‘Why are your hands covered in paint?’ He glances down at the red, blue, and gold smears on his chest. ‘Why am I covered in paint?’