On the Edge (The Grange Complex Book 1) novel Chapter 37

Sasha

Sweat was trickling down between my breasts. I knew that I was going to suffer later, but we were leaving tomorrow and this was my last opportunity to enjoy this glorious weather. We never had that much heat in Edinburgh. Mum said that it had been raining for over a week and it was bitterly cold. I really wasn’t ready to return to Scotland just yet.

I was lounging in thirty-two degrees Celsius around the pool area in Spain with Dexter Tyndall, my sex-obsessed, dirty-talking, long-term boyfriend. I had managed to pick up a fantastic tan already, but today I was topping it off. We arrived a week ago, booking the last minute trip in order to relax and recharge our batteries.

I opened my eyes and noticed that Dexter was done with sunbathing, and now he was watching me.

 “How long have you been staring at me like that, you freak?” I asked. Dexter smirked and winked at me, trying to get the attention of the waiter who was hovering at the bar. I knew that look on his face, the one that burned my insides with a beat of steady desire. He was horny.

 “Long enough for you to give me a boner,” he muttered, pressing his hand over his red shorts to re-adjust himself whilst scanning the pool area for another waiter. I felt so relaxed being here with him. He drove me mad sometimes, well, most times, but we both needed this break. He knew that I hated it when he kept watching me like a total creep.

“There is a time and a place for stuff like that, Dex,” I replied, smiling.

“Not with me. You should know that. I’m always ready to sink my dick in you,” he disagreed. “Anyway, what do you want to drink?”

 “A martini with lemonade.”

“I ain’t getting you that shit,” he sneered, shaking his head. I rolled my eyes. Dexter hated when I drank martinis. Apparently I got too flirty after just one.

 He had picked one of the best hotels in Barcelona. This swanky place had one of those beautiful infinity pools on the roof terrace. In the past few days we had been walking around the city, sightseeing and partying into the night. Today it was just about chilling. Our room was large and it gave us enough privacy. Dexter made sure that we didn’t have anyone directly next to us. When we were in our crazy sex zone I usually had to really keep it down because he made out that I scared people off with the noises I made when he made me come. 

There was something going on around the pool area. I noticed that some guy in a pair of speedos suddenly went down on one knee after one of the waiters handed something to him. His girlfriend was lounging on the chair unaware that he was trying to get her attention. 

“Oh my God, he’s not going to—”

I didn’t finish what I wanted to say, because the German tourist was already proposing to her. Well, I didn’t speak the language, but from the context I understood that he was asking his girlfriend to marry him.

“What’s going on?” Dexter asked and looked at the couple. When the girl finally realised what was happening, she started shouting something in German, then crying, and then shouting again. There was a loud “ohhhhh” around the pool. She must have said yes, because people started clapping. Me, on the other hand, I burst out laughing. This was one of the most absurd proposals that I had ever seen.

“Jesus, I’ll have to find a better place for holidays next year,” Dexter muttered. “Waiter! Where the hell is he now? A marriage proposal in public, fucking pathetic.”

“You have to step up your game a bit, darling,” I said, smiling as I turned on my side so I was facing him. He looked gorgeous with a deeply bronzed tan, shining chest and even with that annoyed expression on his face. It had been three long years since we put our differences aside and committed to be in a relationship. We’d had our ups and downs like any couple, but I had never been happier. 

“What? You want me to propose to you here in public, like this loser?” he asked, his jaw tight. I loved winding him up and pretending that I didn’t care about love. We were great together, but even to me, the whole idea of marriage was still quite overwhelming. I mean, I was certain that I wanted to spend the rest of my life with him, but we were still young. Dexter had his mouthy and obnoxious moments, but he had a good heart.

“Maybe you should start thinking about these things,” I hinted, trying to mask my amused tone. I wasn’t in any hurry, and I liked my life just as it was. There was no point in rushing anything, messing this up, especially since Dexter had done so well keeping himself sane and healthy.

“You’re out of your tiny blonde mind, Barbie. First marriage, then kids, and before I know it, I’ll be fucking you only on Sundays. That’s not happening,” he snarled with annoyance. A couple of older women glanced at him disgusted and I laughed hard. Dexter always forgot that there were a lot of Brits in our hotel.

The waiter finally showed up.

“Beer for me and martini for the lady with lemonade and lots of ice,” he barked at the short Spanish waiter. This was hilarious; Dexter looked worried about settling down, about moving our intense relationship to the next level. That was so cute, and I was getting excited. Wrong, I was getting wet, thinking about his hopeless emotional side. In the past three years he had proven to me that he cared for me very much.

“I don’t think we would have time to have sex at all,” I added, and started rubbing sunscreen all over my legs. “You know, when you get married and have kids, there is just no time for anything else.”

“No fucking way, Sash. Forget about marriage and that whole shebang. Get your sexy ass to the room. I need to fuck you again,” he growled and stood up. “I’ve had enough talk of this bullshit.”

I laughed when he grabbed my hand and yanked me to my feet.

“Hold that order for drinks, Pedro,” he shouted at the waiter.

“I was only joking, baby, and yes, the proposal was lame. Come on, let’s stay here for a bit longer,” I urged, marching after him. “I need to work on my tan a little more.”

“I’ll be tanning your pussy with my cock for the next hour, Sash,” he stated when we reached our floor. “You’re an evil bitch, pissing me off, winding me up with that whole marriage bollocks. Now it’s time to pay!”

Okay, so he was a little pissed off now, but still, I couldn’t stop laughing. It was obvious that Dexter did care. He was nearly thirty and a couple of times I heard how his mother reminded him that he needed to get a grip and propose. I didn’t care much either way. I was happy with the way things were. Everything was going great. I had a permanent job in Royal Infirmary Hospital as a paediatric nurse and I used my pole dancing lessons as a stress reliever. We complemented each other and I didn’t want to ruin our blissful life together.

Dexter grabbed my ass when he shut the door, slamming me into his chest. My breathing sped up, and desire overtook my normally clear thought process.

“How do you want it?” he growled, kissing my neck gently.

“Dexter’s style, pretty please,” I whispered, enjoying each time his tongue caressed my skin. He grabbed my neck and continued to move his mouth, until my knees gave out and I was lost in unbelievable sensations that skittered over my whole body.