Brooke

The city stretches out down below me, the streets just beginning to come alive with the routines of morning. I still have to pinch myself that I’m even standing here, that it’s not a magazine I’m gazing at. My eyes hone on the little bakery we visited yesterday, while my mouth begins to water, mentally noting for future reference that they appear to be open for business at this hour. The wind picks up a little as I lean out further to watch the older gentleman who runs the place, drag the sign out below, and I pull the sheet tighter around me. Doing very little as my back is still well exposed. I can hear him shift behind me, and I smile at the fact he thinks he’s being sneaky in watching me right now.
  
This trip has been nothing but epic fun.

From the moment we stepped on the plane, to this moment right now, while I stand half naked on the small balcony enjoying the wafting smells of the bakery I’m dying to head back to. Deac has made no secret, from day one, in the amount he enjoys my wilder side. Almost to the point that, I’m ninety percent sure that he has a list of fun places he wants to bang Brooke stashed on him at all times. Not that I’m complaining.

Not in the least...

However, we may have given that couple across from us an eyeful on the last tour we did...

Glancing over my shoulder, I catch Deac’s eyes trained on me, and smile as I don’t think I will ever get use to that. To the fact I bring that mountain of a man to his knees, having him not only craving, but needing me the same way I do. Despite the time, his touch still drives me insane. His words still ignite something inside me, that instantly challenges me.

I never realised how shitty my previous relationships had been, until I met him. I can stand in front of him bare, practically literally at the moment, and feel nothing but love coming from him.

I can feel all of him, and I mean ALL of him, as his hands slide along my sides to pull me flush against his chest.

This man is someone who makes me smile so much my cheeks end up sore. Some who makes me laugh so much my side burns. Someone who makes my insides shake, and quiver at the very smallest of touches. Not to mention someone who is going to be servicing himself from now on if he keeps that box in his pocket, that I clearly felt last night, a secret for much longer...

   
       
       
      
Deacon

My head rolls as silently as it can, keeping the fact I’ve just been lying here watching her for a while to myself. I can’t help but smile lovingly at the way she tugs the sheet tighter around her, shifting for it to drape further down her back.

I’m still in utter shock that the half naked woman in front of me is mine.

She is so incredible, in more ways than I could ever tell her. Every moment I spend with her is a pure gift. With each second that passes, I fall that much harder in love with the incredible soul she is.

My eyes flick over to my jeans, that were literally just kicked roughly aside after they dropped last night, the precious cargo they contain completely forgotten the second her hands were on me.

Hell, I forget my own brain as soon as I catch that look in her eyes.

With one final glance at the city beneath her, her head turns, a soft smile lighting her face up in the morning light even more.

“You know you really shouldn’t wordlessly stare at some people. They might be inclined to take it the wrong way.”

A grin breaks out on my face at her words, and the fact that as stealthy as I thought I was being, she caught every second of me watching her. My feet hit the ground in an instant, making my way over to her as naked as I entered the world, as she took the only bloody sheet on the bed. Her smile grows while my hands slide around her, pulling her snuggly back against me, before tilting my head to hover my mouth above the skin on her neck. The goosebumps I'm damn right addicted too, prick up along her neck, practically begging me to close the small gap still separating us. Despite the urge from lower down, I keep my distance. Teasing her as I make my way along her shoulder, before tightening my grip on her. Quite honestly, I ain’t ever letting go of her.

“Some people shouldn't be so god damn gorgeous while they stand in a doorway then. They're just asking for others to stare... long and hard, at them.”

“Oh, I believe the long, and hard part..”

Testing my limits this morning, her ass backs up into me, making the resistance fail just that little bit more. Her eyes are full of that devious mischief that I fucking love, as she slowly turns herself in my grip.

“.. So, if we aren't back off to bed to repeat what we did a few times last night, then where are we off to today, captain?.. I would like to dress a tad more appropriately this time before you choose to attack me, otherwise a shot of my butt might end up on the next tourism ad.”

I still strongly maintain that couple could have looked away when they discovered us. I mean, I know I most definitely marked it as occupied.

Eyeballing it and grinning wickedly myself, my hand scoops one of my favourites up, holding it looped around one finger as I dangle it next to my head.

“I think this will suffice... nicely.”

Her mouth twitches, holding in the laughter I know she wants to do, before one of her eyebrows rises.

“If a thong is the only thing I’m going to be required to wear, I think we may need to revisit the discussion of what exactly you have planned for this trip.”

My wide grin just makes her narrow her eyes at me while she swipes her underwear back off me.

Oh, she has no idea what I have planned for her.

Not mentioning the piece of jewellery I have burning a hole in the pocket of my discarded jeans, waiting for the moment I have planned today, but I also have a certain list that I have thoroughly enjoyed fucking using.

I know she has her suspicions about whether it exists or not, and quite frankly I’ll take the shit to the grave, as well as keeping it safely on me at all times.

Reaching up, my hand comes to tuck a stray piece of her hair behind her ear, before trailing my hand lightly down her cheek.

It still completely amazes me how she comes alive under my touch. How her breathing picks up, how her cheeks flush a little, and how she takes that uncontrollable step closer. Almost as though she’s not ready for my touch to end yet.

I can go through this world without a lot that I have, but not her. From the moment I met her, I never had a chance. She had me before she even turned around.

This one, right here, I need her forever.

Keeping my eyes on hers, my hands gently untuck the sheet clenched in her own, before letting it drop to the floor. I barely have time to scoop my hands around her thighs to lift her, before her arms circle my neck, her mouth meeting mine hungrily a second later.

Fuck it, number fifteen on my list can wait till later.

Right now, I’m going to take this woman right here on the balcony, proving to everyone within earshot that this one is always going to be mine.

  
    
       
    
       
       
     
(Thank you for reading : ) I hope you enjoyed following Brooke and Deacon’s story as much as I enjoyed writing it. )