Page 34 of Undeniably Unexpected (Boston’s Irresistible Billionaires #6)

I never changed out of my bathing suit. I ended up taking a margarita and my laptop over to my writing spot and getting lost in the sex scene that I’ll drop in later when it fits.

Typically, I’m a linear writer, needing to go in order of the story, but Loomis had me so worked up from the pool, and my thoughts about this afternoon wouldn’t die.

So I wrote it.

I’m thinking of it as a purging. Almost like a diary. If I write it, then it can’t haunt me or own me anymore.

Initially, I had this story all mapped out.

It was going to be a second chance kind of thing where he left her for her own good so he wouldn’t have to change her, and years later he’s back.

But now, I’ve been writing him as a sexy British celebrity who is hiding the fact that he’s a vampire from the world, and his love interest is his co-star.

A total boss of a leading lady, but he never gets involved with women for obvious reasons, and she’s going to change all that and worm his truth out.

It’s another reason why I don’t want Loomis to know what I’m up to.

How could I explain that I’ve transformed my hero into a vampire version of him? I can’t. It sounds obsessive or stalkerish maybe when it’s not. It’s for my own sake. If I make him a fantasy then in my heart, I know he’ll never be real.

I could tell when I came in for dinner, laptop tucked under my arm, that he had a million questions for me about it.

I’m not sure how much longer I can play the game of avoidance, and eventually, the longer we stay here, I’ll have to come clean about some of it.

He didn’t bring it up, though. Not at dinner or after when we were playing with Fen and giving him another bath.

Something I didn’t even hesitate to join in with.

It’s the three of us here and being with them feels so…

natural. I love playing with Fen. I love talking to him, reading him books, and playing with toys.

I love watching Loomis bathe him and get him ready for bed, listening to how he speaks to his son with so much love, my heart can’t help but swell.

Like right now as he kisses him and holds him close before he sets him down in his crib with one final, “Good night, my little lad. I love you.”

Maybe I should make my vampire a single dad. Can vampires even be dads? I haven’t written that before, but it’s fiction, so why not? Ugh. I really need two fully working hands for all the words I have to get out of my head. And away from my heart.

Loomis softly shuts the door, holding a monitor in his hand. He doesn’t usually use it since the upstairs is small, and his bedroom is directly across from Fen’s, though I guess tonight he is. Does that mean he’s planning to sleep with me? We certainly heard Fen from my room the other morn?—

Loomis’s mouth covers mine, cutting off my thoughts midstream. His hands cup my face, and he groans as if he’s been deprived of my kiss for too long. He walks me until my back meets the wall, and he slides his tongue between my lips, another groan searing past his and into mine.

He kisses me like this for I don’t even know how long. Seconds. Minutes. Years. It’s deep and thorough, and when he pulls away, I’m more than a little dazed.

“There,” he murmurs against me, stealing another peck. “Better.”

“Huh?”

“I could hear your mind swimming laps from inside Fen’s room, but more than that, I’ve been dying to kiss you again all afternoon and evening. But speaking of swimming, I believe I promised you something earlier I intend to make good on.”

With one hand holding mine and the other the monitor, he walks me downstairs and out the back door that leads to the pool area.

It’s a dark night with only a sliver of a moon to see by.

Crickets serenade us in time to the music of the tide coming and going from the rocky beach.

The warm breeze rustles my hair, and I take a moment to absorb all of this.

Not Loomis necessarily, but being out here on this island with nothing but the moon and the stars in the endless sky and the ocean that’s just as vast. It’s daunting and humbling at the same time, and believe it or not, it sets me at ease.

There’s so much beauty and potential in this world, all we have to do is be open to accepting it. I’m not sure I have been until now. Always scared. Always cautious. Always trying to figure out what’s coming next. What would happen if, for a change, I didn’t?

A swell of freedom curls through me and brings a smile to my lips. A rising within me.

My wrist is healing, and I’m writing words I love and…

I don’t know what I’m doing about the hospital and my residency yet, and I certainly don’t know about the guy holding my hand and leading me to the pool, but that’s okay.

For now, it’s okay. Because no matter what, I have myself, and I’m smart and capable, and the answers I need will come to me whenever they’re ready to. Rushing them would be foolhardy.

Releasing Loomis’s hand, I pull off the tank top and shorts I have over my bikini, and without glancing over my shoulder, I walk down the steps into the pool.

The water is slick and warm, a cocoon of heat that wraps around me like a second skin.

I hear him follow me seconds before his hands meet my hips under the water and his lips the crook of my neck.

“Do we ever have to go back?” he muses.

“Unfortunately, but thankfully not yet.”

He points over my shoulder. “Orion.” His finger moves to the right. “Canis Major. It’s one of my favorites. It looks like a dog, hence its name. Do you see it?” He outlines it with his finger.

I nod against him.

“It has Sirius, which is the brightest star in the sky. Canis Minor is there with the smaller pup. There’s Taurus and Auriga too.” He sighs against me. “I’m not sure I’ve ever seen this many stars in my life.”

“There’s a joke in there, you know.”

I can feel him smile against my neck. “There is. But these are the real stars.”

“How do you know so much about them?”

“My mum worked at the Royal Observatory in London taking tickets. It was one of her jobs. Free tickets were one of the perks.”

“What else do you know?”

“I know that you’re beautiful. That you have skin like porcelain and the most adorable freckles on your shoulders.” He starts to kiss them.

“I meant about the sky.”

“It’s not as interesting or as beautiful.

I’d much rather find constellations here.

” A wet finger tickles along my shoulder, drawing patterns with my freckles.

I shudder, and my eyes close as his mouth kisses up my neck.

“So beautiful,” he whispers in my ear, his hands all over me, rough and greedy as his fingers give up their freckle drawing and dig into my hips.

He yanks me back against him, and I can feel his cock, hard as steel, pressing against the curve of my ass. A silent promise of what’s to come.

I turn in his arms and marvel at how the moonlight spills over us, turning his bronzed, tattooed skin into a canvas of shadows and silver. Now it’s my turn to trace constellations, and he shivers as my fingers dance along his painted arms.

“Cold?” I ask.

“No. Not even a little.”

I glance up and see the hunger in his eyes, dark and primal.

His hands slide up my sides, fingers dragging over the thin fabric of my bikini top.

He toys with the edge of the cup where my skin meets the fabric, sliding back and forth over the swell of my breasts.

In one swift motion, he rips it over my head and tosses it to the side of the pool.

My tits spill free, my nipples pebbling instantly in the night air.

He growls, low and guttural, his mouth latching onto one stiff peak. Teeth grazing, tongue swirling, I arch into him and moan as he sucks hard. His hands slide back along my hips to grab my ass, squeezing so fucking roughly it borders on pain.

“Loomis.” I gasp, my head falling.

“I had you just hours ago. I came three times. How am I this greedy for you? How do I already need you this much?”

His lips trail up my neck, biting and sucking into my skin, marking me as his. His hands move to the ties of my bikini bottoms, and with a simultaneous tug on both hips, they’re gone, leaving me bare and exposed to him and the night.

Good thing the roosters are sleeping . The thought makes me laugh, and he pulls back.

“Something funny, my little mermaid?”

“Just thinking about Reginald.”

“Now?” His eyebrows meet his hairline.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean to kill the mood. I was just glad the roosters are sleeping.”

“Because I have you naked in the pool.”

“Yes,” I answer even though it wasn’t a question.

“I suppose I should be grateful you’re thinking about cocks even if it isn’t mine.”

I grin and swirl my finger around his nipple before sliding south to the hem of his trunks. “I’d like to change that.” I reach in and find his hard dick. I haven’t gotten to touch it until now, and holy hell, how did this thing fit inside of me?

He grunts and pulls down his shorts so he can watch what I’m doing better. They fall around his ankles, and he kicks them away, letting them float up to the surface of the pool, already forgotten with how my hand is working his dick.

“Christ, that feels better than anything.”

“Wanna bet?”

I push him toward the shallow end of the pool and the moment his dick springs free, I climb on the bottom step, drop to my knees, and pull him straight into my mouth.

“Bloody hell, Keegan,” he bellows, likely louder than he should.

Good thing Fen’s a heavy sleeper and we’re outside.

His hand roots into my hair, grasping it tightly in his fist as I take him all the way down the back of my throat until my nose hits his pubic bone.

I gag, my hand reflexively squeezing his ass that I’m now gripping before I pull back and slide off, allowing myself to catch my breath.

“You don’t have to. Most girls don’t like doing this,” he rasps, his eyes gunmetal and dangerous.