The Possessive Groom by Alexa Riley
Chapter 8
Gibson
When I get back to my room, I take off the towel I snatched from one of the baskets near the beach. My cock is still hard and throbbing even after the long trek back to my room. I’ve got cum all over the inside of my shorts and somehow down the front. I couldn’t very well stand there in front of the head of human resources with my erection pointing straight out and cum staining my shorts.
I growl in frustration as I push them off and kick them away. My cock is still so fucking hard it’s like I can feel her pussy rubbing against it. I’m never going to be able to go back out there like this, and I’m pissed I can’t get it under control.
Stomping into the bathroom, I go over to where the toilet is and lift the lid. I’m frustrated that my cock won’t listen to me right now, and he’s got a mind of his own. I brace one hand against the wall and then spit on the palm of the other. When I take my dick in my hand, it’s not gentle and slow. I squeeze it tight and roughly push my hips into the fist I’ve made. I close my eyes and imagine that little yellow bathing suit she had on.
In my mind, the small triangles of her top inch to the side as her beaded nipples poke out. The pebbles rub against my chest as her greedy pussy rocks forward for more. I lick my lips as I speed up my strokes and then imagine even more. What would it have taken for me to tear away that little scrap of material covering her cunt? It was so thin I could make out the lips of her pussy, and all I wanted to do was rub the tip of my cock between them.
Could I have nudged past those sweet little lips and into her opening? Would she have let my bare cock play with her and then push in an inch?
“Fuck,” I curse as all of it unravels in front of me.
The image of her pinned to a tree with my dick thrusting inside of her is enough to have me punching the wall as I cum.
It takes me a long time to come back to earth, and when I do, my thighs are burning, and I’m out of breath. I didn’t realize how tense I was, but seeing my cum in the toilet and the dent in the drywall reminds me of how close to the edge I was.
My cock softens enough for me to put on a new pair of swim trunks, and once I’m dressed, I chug a bottle of water. Just before I’m about to go back out to the beach, I hear my cell phone vibrating. I realize it’s still in my old shorts on the floor and I reach down to grab it.
Without thinking, I answer it and immediately regret it as soon as the voice on the other end of the phone speaks.
“Gibson,” the woman coos, and it makes the hair on the back of my neck stand up. “You’re a hard man to get a hold of.”
“I’m working.” As soon as the words are out of my mouth, I wish I could take them back. I should just hang up.
“Hopefully you’re working on what we talked about,” she says, and I pace over to the window.
“Listen, Sienna. I told you to stop calling me.” From the view of my hotel room, I can see the beach down below, and I can almost make out Lindsey in her yellow bathing suit, lounging by the water.
“We had an agreement.” Her voice is sharp this time, and I step away from the window.
“You’re right. We had an agreement. But that’s over now.”
She laughs, but it’s cold, and I hate the sound of it. “It’s over when I say it’s over. I expect you to hold up your end of the bargain, or—”
“Or what?” I cut her off, even though I’m not sure I want to know the answer.
“Or that pretty redhead you’re chasing will end up in the crossfire.”
There’s a long pause where I can’t think, I can’t breathe, I just stand there in shock.
“Oh, you didn’t think we’d be keeping an eye on you?” She laughs again, and my stomach drops. “Just get what we want and get the fuck out. Then nobody has to get hurt.”
I clench my jaw so hard I feel like it might break. For so long I had nothing for her to hold over my head, but she bided her time. The second someone means anything to me, Sienna swoops in and threatens to take it. When I made a bargain with the devil, I thought I could do this without any repercussions, but now that Lindsey is on her radar, everything changes.
“Enjoy the beach, Gibson. I hear the sun is out today.”
The click on the other line tells me she’s hung up, and I want to throw my phone through the window and shatter all of it into a million pieces. But instead, I make another phone call and pace the room. I don’t know how to undo what I’ve started, but I have to find a way. Even if that means leaving this island.
Ten minutes of trying to convince the pilot who brought me here to take me back to the mainland, and he won’t budge. They’ve grounded all flights again with the anticipation that the storm tonight will be worse than the one before. In the back of my mind I wonder if he’s working for Sienna, but even I can see the black clouds in the distance.
No matter what, I’m stuck here, so I guess I just have to decide…whose side am I on? And after today in the woods with Lindsey, I don’t know what the fuck I’m going to do.
