Life & Love of the Tormented

Seventy Three

CARTERS POV

Amelia's arms slam across her bare chest as she tries to hide her body from whoever has just caught us. She leans herself against me as we both look up in the direction of the voice.

  What the fuck!?

Who fucking invited him!?

  Anger begins to creep up my neck.

"JARROD!?", Amelia screams in disbelief.

I tear my t-shirt off my torso, over my head and wrap it around Amelia's naked body. Shielding her from the slimy english cunt who's eyes are wracking over my woman's skin.

"Who invited you!?", she screams.

  "Oi turn the fuck around!", I snap at him, "Keep your sleezy eyes off my girl!".

"Foods up!", Jarrod calls smugly from over his shoulder as he turns and walks back toward the rest of Amelia's family. A laugh follows his smart arse comment and I feel a rage burn at the surface.

I have no fucking time for the cunt.

"I am so sorry!", Amelia screams, she wraps her arms around my neck and holds herself against me.

  "Why the fuck are you sorry!?", I spit out unintentionally harsh.

  "Because he caught us doing... that!", she shrieks, annoyance at my tone clear in her voice.

  "He's the one that should be fucking sorry! I can't fucking stand that cunt you know!? How dare he look at you while you're practically fucking naked!?", I take a breathe in an attempt to calm but it doesn't help. "Are you okay? Has he made you uncomfortable!?", I ask forcefully holding her biceps in both my hands. "He's lucky you were on my lap or I would have got up and smacked his smug fucking mouth", I spit out again. The anger feels good. The outburst feels great. I want to break his fucking face for looking at her like that. For looking at her at all!

  I can tell my harsh tone has either caught Amelia off guard or pissed her off because shock is painted across her pale face. Her eyes are wide and she appears speechless. I hope my aggression hasn't scared her but the thought of wrapping my hands around that pommy bastard's neck is making me a little giddy.

  "Hey hey hey, baby, look at me... please?", she asks softly as she shakes the uncomfortable look from her features and softens her eyes to look into mine. She places both of her small warm hands on either side of my face and turns my head so our eyes meet. "It's okay, he didn't see anything. He would have only heard you give me yet another incredible orgasm", she coos as she drops her head and leans further towards me to place a soft kiss on neck. "He would have only heard how good you fucked me on the beach just now", she whispers seductively in my ear while running her tongue along its edge causing my skin to erupt in goosebumps. "He may appear smug but he knows for damn sure when we get back up there, my pussy will still be wet with YOUR cum", she whispers, emphasising the word 'your' and nipping my lobe.

  Her voice is beginning to calm the boiling wrath I feel in my throat and limbs. I could go as far as to say I fucking hate that piece of shit, Jarrod, but holy fuck her voice is doing things to me.

  My cock twitches at the change in Amelia's tone and demeanour. She places small kisses along my neck and jaw line until she reaches my lips. She kisses me gently. "Now shall we go eat baby? I'm suddenly starving.", she says smirking against my lips.

I place both of my hands on her ass and squeeze gently. "I could just eat you", I reply as the fury drains from my body.

"I promise you'll get to have your dessert later baby", she says winking at me and climbing to her feet. She adjusts her clothes to cover her milky curves and I agree begrudgingly and pull myself to my feet.

We finish re-dressing quickly and begin our way back up to where everyone else is. Amelia takes the lead up the stairs and I watch her voluptuous hips swing in her tight black denim skirt in front of me.

What I would do to throw her face down on the sand, fist her hair and fuck her until she's begging me to let up is truely remarkable.

"Perving are we?", she calls slyly over her shoulder as if she was reading my mind.

  I reach out and slap her arse cheek before giving it a little squeeze instead of verbally responding.

"Settle down", my conscience checks me.

"Hey", I call out to her.

She stops immediately and turns to face me.

"Yeah? Everything okay?", she asks, stepping down to the same step I am on.

"I'm sorry for getting so angry. I just really can't stand that prick and the way he looked at you like he wanted to take a bite out of you... I fucking...", I clench my fist at my side before releasing it and giving it a shake. "Yeah... Look.. I'm sorry babe. Ever since we found out about Mum I feel so fucking angry all the time and I snap so easily..", I confess to her.

Amelia places a hand on my cheek and kisses me softly.

"It's fine baby.", she says, "I understand and to be honest I want to smack the cunt out too". She smiles and kisses me again before turning and continuing her walk up the stairs.

I am so fucking in love with her.

As we approach the group Amelia's hand tightens on mine. We're both expecting everyone to know what just went on down on the beach but in true Amelia fashion she greets the group with such confidence like she couldn't give a fuck if the did or not.

"Hey", she says smiling. "Oh yum steak", she says reaching for a plate and beginning to load food on it as if nothing happened.

"Hey! Yeah dig in", Celina says smiling back at us.

Jarrod smirks from across the table. I'm guessing he hasn't said anything to any of them about what he just witnessed because they're all acting completely normal with us. But that doesn't make me dislike the fucker any less.

"You too Carter!" Ria says thrusting a plate at me.

"Thanks Ri", I reply, taking the plate and smiling back at her.

"Pasta salad babe?", Amelia asks offering me a large ladle full.

"Just a little bit please bub", I answer, leaning down and kissing her temple.

The rest of the evening goes by smoothly and even though I can't shift the image of me planting a fist into the side of Jarrod's face, a beach dinner was a nice distraction from everything else going on.