Too Hard To Choose

Chapter Forty - I can't hold back much longer.

Violet

I am enjoying a swim while Parker chills by the pool with a beer. He was swimming with me for a while, but now he wanted to enjoy the sun. I would prefer to be in the water. We won’t be here much longer because I will drag him back to my room. I have managed to keep my hormones in check for the last couple of hours, but I won’t be able to for much longer. It was him after getting out of the pool that broke me. With his wet, slicked-back hair, the glow from the sun and the water running down his sexy, toned body. The man looked like he belonged in a swimwear ad or something. I wasn’t the only one who noticed; a few of the women here did, too. I can’t blame them for looking. He is too damn handsome for his own good.

I swim to the other side of the pool and stop for a break after doing a few lengths. I glance over at Parker, who seems to have fallen asleep. I chuckle. Trust him to fall asleep out here. I will do another couple of lengths and wake him so we can head to our room. I want him all to myself for a couple of hours before dinner. I rest against the wall of the pool and take in the sun, which is beaming down on me.

“Hey,” I hear from behind me.

Who is that? Parker is still in the same place as a moment ago. I turn around and see the bartender who brought our first drinks over standing there, smiling down at me.

“Um, hi,” I reply.

He crouches down and hands me a drink, “For you.”

“I didn’t order another drink,” I say, confused.

Did Parker order me one?

“It is on the house, from me.” He winks.

Oh God, he is flirting with me. I saw the way he looked at me earlier, but I didn’t pay much attention to him. Is he trying to hit on me? He knows I am with someone; why would he do that? Or does he think because Parker is sleeping, it is okay? It isn’t. No, Parker isn’t my boyfriend, but I am clearly here with him.

“I appreciate the thought, but I am not drinking any more today.”

I hoped that would be enough to make him leave. I was wrong.

“Are you sure? It will go to waste if you don’t. Or are you worried he will get jealous?”

What is this guy’s deal? Can he not accept my answer? God, how annoying.

“You mean my boyfriend? Yes, I am sure he probably would be, since he is my boyfriend. It would be a little strange if it didn’t bother him that I was talking with another man who was flirting with me.” I reply.

He doesn’t need to know Parker isn’t my boyfriend.

“If I were him, I think I would rather be in the pool with you than sleeping.” He shrugs.

“I am fine with him doing whatever he pleases.”

A splash from behind me seems to take the bartender’s focus off me—his expression changes. I wonder why, but my question is answered when I feel a presence behind me and a pair of arms wrap around me.

“Is everything okay, sweetheart?” Parker asks, kissing my shoulders.

I glance over my shoulder at him to find him glaring at the bartender the same way he did earlier.

“I get the hint.” The bartender says and quickly walks off.

Parker turns me around to face him. I see him look at the guy and smirk. What is he playing at? He is up to something. He presses his lips roughly to mine before I have a chance to say another word. I moan and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back. We part, breathless after a moment.

I smirk, “Staking your claim?”

“Hell, yeah. I don’t mind sharing you with Arlo and Tyson, but no one else, especially that idiot.” He hisses, drawing daggers in his direction.

I snicker, “I told him you were my boyfriend, anyway.”

“Good. He had no right to hit on you when he knew you were with someone. I understand why he would want to; I would, too, if you weren’t here with me. But this weekend, you are mine and no one else’s, especially not his.” He pouts.

I giggle and playfully roll my eyes, “So possessive,” I tease.

He presses his body tightly to mine, “Yes, I am, over what belongs to me.” He growls, brushing his hand between my thighs over my bikini bottoms.

I gasp loudly, and my hips jerk, “I think you should remind me who I belong to this weekend,” I purr, running my fingers down his bare chest.

He groans, and his muscles tense under my touch. He crashes his lips back to mine, “Yes, let’s go right now.” He growls.

I nod eagerly, pushing him away from me. I swim over to the stairs to get out of the pool. Parker is quick to come after me. I wrap my body in a towel, ignoring the bartender’s eyes on me. Parker appears, gathering all our things and stuffing them into the bag. He grabs my hand with his free one, dragging me inside.

I chuckle and let him. We reach the elevator, and he presses the button, getting impatient with how long it takes to come back down. How horny is he? I smirk to myself. I can’t help it because it tells me how badly he wants me. The feeling is mutual.

They ping open, “Finally.”

He pulls me into it. The second the door closes, he pushes my back against the wall, and our lips connect in a passionate kiss. Things are quick to heat up.

“You realise there are cameras in here, right?” I mumble into his lips.

He looks up at one and waves, “Let’s give them a show.”

He covers my lips again. I laugh into it, and we continue. We don’t stop until we reach our floor.

He slips his arms around my waist and pulls me close to his side, and his mouth lands at my ear, “You have no idea all the naughty things I plan on doing to you.” He rasps and slaps my ass.

I whimper loudly, “Bring it on. I can’t wait.”

I will play dress up for him later because it is the last thing on our minds at the moment. I know the second we get into the privacy of our room, he will pounce, and I am more than ready for him to do so. It has been too long since we have f****d. We are in need of it badly. And s*x with him is always incredible.