Page 52 of Dirty Like Seth
Sitting here on the beach, shirtless, with the warm breeze licking my body… I could practically feel her eyes moving over my bare skin, again. It made my nipples harden. My cock was hardening, just like it started to before I’d walked away… Worse now, because Elle wasn’t here to see it, so I didn’t try to fight it, to deny it. My balls grew heavy and my cock swelled as I thought about her… her long, lean, tanned body stretched out on that lounge chair beneathme.
Her pussy, pink through the littleholes…
Christ. The way she looked up at me… surprised—but not disappointed—to see me. And something else…maybe?
Shit.
Was I this fucked in the head? So fucked up, I couldn’t even tell when a woman was sending me signals, and what kind of signals thosewere?
As much as I’d tried to deny it, ever since Brody accused me of raping Jessa… I had towonder.
I’d pretty much shied away from getting involved with anyone since then. This whole year, so far, I hadn’t touched a woman. Even when I crashed at Lauren’s place in L.A.… and her signals weren’t so hard to read. I’d known her a long time, and besides, she was vocal about her desires. She’d outright asked me to come to bed with her, but I didn’t. When she asked me what the hell was wrong with me, I told her; Lauren was the only one I’d talked to about it, untilElle.
And Lauren’s response? She’dlaughed.
Then she’d realized I wasserious.
How could anyone who knows you think that about you for a second?she’d asked, genuinely bewildered about the wholething.
At times, I felt bewilderedtoo.
I mean, you’re like, the most respectful man I’ve ever known, Seth,Lauren had said.I just can’t imagine you hurting a girl to save yourlife.
I couldn’teither.
But tell that toBrody.
“Mind if I joinyou?”
I looked up at the soft voice, warm tingles shooting down my spine when I realized Elle was there. She was standing on the beach, right behindme.
I sat up straighter, feeling guilty—about thinking with my cock like I’d been doing. I’d totally fucking lost myself to thinking about her. But I looked at her now; all of her. My eyes seemed unable to resist drinking her in, any chance Igot.
Might be my onlychance.
Any time now, she’d be gone from my life again, and I may never get another opportunity to look ather.
She was wearing a long, loose flower-print dress that fluttered around her in the breeze. She had her arms wrapped around her waist, her hair in a long, loose braid over one shoulder. Little wisps of it were blowing around her face. She looked ethereal and otherworldly, like a mermaid washed uponshore.
Beyondbeautiful.
I shifted over on my rock bench to give her room. It gave me the chance to adjust and conceal my rigid dick; luckily I’d worn loosepants.
I swallowed thickly as she came closer, her footsteps silent in the soft sand. My heart was kinda racing and I took a long, shallow breath to try to calm it. She sat down next to me, and I could smell her. Warm and coconuty, sweet and vaguely spicy. Her dress fluttered against my leg. The wisps of her hair tickled myshoulder.
“You look different,” she said. She wasn’t looking at me, but out over the water. “It took me a while to put my finger on it, but when I saw you without your shirt yesterday… You lost weight since I last saw you.” Then her gaze flicked down over my barechest.
My head scrambled to keep up with what she was saying as I felt her gaze moving over me. “Yeah.”
Her gray eyes met mine. “That was barely seven monthsago.”
It took a moment, but I caught up to that, too. The question behind her words was clear enough: she wanted to know what I’d been doing to lose so much weight, when I really didn’t need to loseweight.
Maybe she was having trouble trusting that I was done with thedrugs.
If so, I couldn’t blameher.
Maybe the entire band had figured there was a pretty good chance I’d spent the last half-year on the receiving end of a needle. Maybe they assumed when they fired me, the second time, I’d just scurried away with my tail between my legs and plummeted straight off thewagon.
