Her Silent Revenge novel Chapter 86

"Miss you too, honey. I'll be back tomorrow."

"I hope so. Mrs. Gabbard wouldn't let me have ice cream and you always give me ice cream on weekends."

Salem glances at me helplessly, then back at Arlo. "Well, if Mrs. Gabbard says you're a good boy when we get back home, you'll get a little extra. Maybe we'll even go out for it."

"Yay!" He pumps his little fist.

"But now it's time for bed, okay, big guy? Can you do that for me?"

He bounces up and down, looking more like he's ready for a marathon. "I wanna stay up. Can I?"

"Do you want that ice cream when I get back?" He considers it, his little eyes ticking like a clock.

His face falls as he comes to the inevitable conclusion. "Yes."

"So go get ready for bed. Mrs. Gabbard will tuck you in and read you more Inky. Give Mommy a kiss." She puckers her lips and he makes a kissing sound. "Okay, sweetie. I love you."

"Love you too."

"There we go," Mrs. Gabbard says, taking back the phone before it starts spinning again. "I'll see you tomorrow, Salem."

"See you then. Thanks so much for looking after him." She waves, and after exchanging a few more words, hangs up.

"He's a great kid," I say, and for once, it's not a total lie. He's grown on me, about as much as any little hellraiser can.

For some reason, that makes her tense. I run a hand up and down her arm.

"Don't worry. I don't hate him anymore because he called me Grumpybutt and ruined my favorite tie."

"God, don't say it like that." She laughs awkwardly, but those lines in her forehead don't fade.

"It's fine." I kiss her on the temple. This time, she relaxes. "Should we head back? That pool is calling my name."

"Pool and beer," she decides. "It's our last night, after all." The last night.

Shit.

That stirs my blood and brings up things better left unsaid. Right now, in the middle of a restaurant, definitely isn't the right time.

As soon as we're done eating, we head out. I'm still holding her hand when we break apart so we can climb in the vehicle and drive back to the resort.

Neither of us brought swimming stuff, but that doesn't matter now with a private pool.

My breath stalls when I see Salem pad out to the water naked.

"Or maybe"—I hoist her up so she's balanced just above my cock, which is already hard, so ready to plunge in—"there's a better angle here. Surely."

She tightens her hands on my shoulders until her nails dig in. "Not outside," she whispers. "Someone might hear."

"You'll just have to be quiet." Madness claims me. I tease the head of my cock against her slit, toying with the folds as she wraps her legs around me. Pool sex isn't necessarily the best idea, but there are two perfectly good sun loungers on the side.

If this truly is our final night together, I want to make it memorable.

With her legs wrapped around me and my hands gripping her ass, it's easy enough to carry her out of the water and haul her to the nearest chair. The cool air caresses our skin, but when she shifts her hips so I'm at her entrance, I don't notice the cold anymore.

Hell, right now, I don't think I'd notice if the whole resort exploded as long as I could still lay her down on this lounger and fuck her.

The ends of her hair are wet, looking almost black in this light, and her eyes are dark, all her thoughts shining like the stars above.

Lust.

Adrenaline.

Secrets.

There are so many things I still don't know.