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.

“On all fours, baby, it’s time to spice things up a little,” he said, slapping me and spreading my legs to open wider. He began licking my wet pussy from behind. This was going to be a memorable afternoon.

Dexter

I was sitting at the bar exhausted, drinking whiskey. A band was playing a well-known song on a stage that had been set up temporarily for this evening. I had not long since finished fucking Sasha. I couldn’t get enough of her. After an hour we dropped onto the bed exhausted but extremely satisfied. After I had given her two multiple orgasms, and fucked her senselessly for most of the afternoon, she finally shut up about this whole marriage thing.

The German loser who proposed to his girlfriend by the pool was here too, looking drunk but happy. Women were checking out the girl’s ring, wetting themselves with excitement. No one could see that this was one of the lamest things that anyone could do. I couldn’t believe that the girl actually said yes.

I was still angry and I had no idea why. Sasha was mine and I had nothing to worry about. If someone had told me five years ago that I would be on holiday with the girl that I had been seeing for over three years, I would have flipped out, completely lost my temper. I was a different guy then with emotional issues that were slowly driving me insane. Since Sasha had put up with my shit for that long, well, in my opinion she deserved a fucking medal. 

“Come on, let’s go dance,” she sang, looking flustered, wearing a mini skirt that exposed her fantastic thighs—that I had gripped while pounding my hard cock into her earlier on. “I love this song; it’s our song.”

“No fucking way. You know I don’t do this shit,” I growled, checking out her cleavage. I needed to get hammered first in order to get up on that dance floor.

“Loser,” she snarled and ran to the dance floor where other men and women were already dancing. I watched her as she started moving, laughing hysterically. She was a bit tipsy, so I needed to make sure that she didn’t do anything stupid.

I wasn’t supposed to go overboard with alcohol because of my meds. I had a few small episodes last year, but Dr. Bishop said that it was due to pressure in work. I’d invested money in a couple of properties and some of the contractors had fucked up the labour, causing several problems. I knew it would have been easier to get back to being the old me. It was exciting, shagging whatever bird I wanted to, but I was in love with Sasha. Every day I when I woke up next to her I couldn’t believe how fucking lucky I was.

“Your woman knows how to move!”

I glanced back at Pedro, who was moving to the rhythm of the music while making a drink for someone else. His dark eyes were following Sasha’s body and I knew what he was thinking about.

I nodded without saying anything and looked straight at my woman. The tables were set around the stage and it was pretty packed. We’d decided to spend our last night in the hotel. In the past week, we had been out almost every day, eating, partying and fucking like rabbits. All right, I had to admit. I lusted after her all the time. She would tease or touch me somewhere when she shouldn’t and my dick would react.

 Right now Sasha was bending, swaying her hips. She looked delicious and she was looking at me whilst she danced. I swallowed more whiskey and looked around. One thing got to me: all the fucking men were watching her. Most of them had women by their sides, and they were still paying more attention to my Barbie than them. This wasn’t something that I wanted to acknowledge, knowing that they were admiring the way she moved.

I thought that I would never bother with jealousy, but Sasha was incredibly sexy and she was like a magnet for cock. Men checked her out when we were together, and I was aware of that but tried to ignore it. During our three years together we had never discussed it, but this sudden realisation was pissing me off.

Her short skirt was showing too much of her sexy legs, and that was part of the problem. Sasha laughed loudly and started spinning herself around a Portuguese female tourist she had chatted with before. We had met a few people here, but I hated socialising.

Even the guy that proposed by the pool looked mesmerised by my girlfriend. Slowly I started getting uncomfortable. She was mine, and now I was beginning to think that I needed to make us official. I couldn’t imagine being with someone else. I fucking loved her, cherished her; she was the best thing that happened to me.

Deep down I knew that a proposal was going to be tricky, because I wasn’t a romantic man and I didn’t want any of that cheesy staged shit. Fuck, it was time to stop messing around and ask her to marry me.

Mum had been busting my balls in the past year. She wanted another wedding. Connor didn’t even have a girlfriend and I was the next in line. I bet she was scared that I would have a relapse, that my bipolar would strike again.

We were flying back to Edinburgh tomorrow morning. There I would have plenty of time to think about how I wanted to seal the deal. This whole thing was going to be in Dexter’s style, to the point, intense and memorable. Sasha would say yes; there was no doubt about that.

“Another one?” Pedro asked.

“Nah, I’m taking my woman back to the room. She has had enough,” I replied and headed to the dance floor. Women were glancing at me, sending seductive winks. Yeah, yeah, they all wanted my cock, but I was already taken. Hopefully in a couple of weeks’ time both Sasha and I would be officially off the market.

“Your time is up, Barbie. You know how much I hate when you tease me like that?” I told her, grabbing her by the hand. People started clapping; the band was finishing another song.

“Oh come on, just one more. I’m having a great time,” she begged, giggling. She was drunk now. Fuck, how could I not see that? She swirled her sexy body around me. I hated dancing, but all the men around us needed to know that this girl was mine, so I didn’t mind giving them a little show. 

I brought her closer and started moving with the rhythm, grinding my hips against her, keeping her close.

“Come on, baby, guide me,” I whispered in her ear. 

Soon, I realised that this was a bad fucking idea. Alcohol was coursing through my veins loosening my control and I was instantly hard. Her orchid perfume swirled around my nostrils, her hips and the eyes that I had fallen for.

We danced together easily moving with the rhythm, but once the song ended, I grabbed her and started dragging her back to our hotel room. My groin was burning with fire and I needed to sink my cock into her sweet pussy, teasing her mouth with my tongue.

“I want you,” she growled, slurring her speech, barely standing straight. If I wanted to make her my wife, I had to take care of her. She was in no fit state for sex right now.

“You might want me, but you have had enough of my cock for today. It’s an early night for you,” I said as I pulled her inside the room.

“Noooo … I want to dance and make love—”

“No, Barbie, shower and bed,” I whispered and crawled into the bed next to her.

“I love you so much, Dex,” she said and then closed her eyes. Within a few minutes she was out cold, sleeping. I glanced at her and dragged my hand through my hair.

“Me too, baby, me too…”