by Tory Baker
Eight
Peyton
“You weren’t kidding when you said it was a small place.” I look at Fox’s place. The lot is a decent size, but there’s virtually no house, it’s basically a six hundred square foot studio.
“Yeah, but he’s sitting on a gold mine, and he got it for a steal. I’m kind of jealous that I didn’t get the lead on this place. A vacation home to come down here and get away. It’d be the perfect place. Rent it out when we’re not down here.” Last night, we talked, and I mean we really talked. Chance opened up about what happened that day. How Fox was really affected by being injured, how his career in the Navy Seals was over. He knew it the minute he woke up in Germany. The way his leg was immobilized, the scar running from his thigh down to his knee. Not only did he break his leg, he also had to have his knee replaced, at the age of thirty-seven.
I could see the ache in Chance’s face for his brother, though looking at this place and how peaceful it is on the beach, he must be doing decent for himself after his shortened career and retiring from the Seals. Sure, the house needs help, but the piece of property it’s sitting on must have cost a lot.
“It couldn’t have been that much of a steal. It’s oceanfront property.” Fox, still isn’t here. So, I’m walking around with Chance while he shoots out measurements and I jot them down on the iPad.
“Babe, he got this for two hundred and fifty thousand. You couldn’t find this anywhere on the beach for this price in Virginia.” I look up at him. A smile is playing on his lips. Chance is probably scheming something, judging from that look.
“You sure couldn’t, but really, that price? I could probably afford something like this on my own as a second home. Of course, I’d have to tell the bank it would be a rental to make it stick. But dang, this is nice. No wonder Fox wants you to look at this and cultivate his dream.”
“Who knows, maybe one day, we can have a dream of our own like this. A place to sneak away, a couple of kids running around the beach, maybe you’re pregnant again.” He winks. Chance knows about my dreams of a big family. Heck, it was one of those talks we had in the wee hours of the morning when we got up to watch the sunrise. Though, no matter how much coaxing I did, Chance still wouldn’t slide inside me. Even when I straddled his lap, my hand wrapping around his length, he eased me off him and proceeded to wring another orgasm from me.
“Pretty sure if you want that to happen, we’d actually need to have sex,” I smart back.
“Whoa, whoa, whoa, there are certain things I do not want to hear about when it comes to my younger brother. But seriously, Chance? Your woman wants you, and you’re holding out? Who does that?” Fox walks around the house. Of course, that’s not his real name, but that’s what he’s been called for as long as anyone can remember. It especially stuck when he went into the service.
“I was just teasing. It’s good to see you.” I step into his arms for a hug but hear Chance grumble under his breath, “Hands off.”
“You, hush. He’s your brother. I’m with you, grumpy pants.” This causes Fox to laugh, and I know I need to move back towards Chance before he takes it out on me in the form of multiple orgasms without a break.
“Just making sure he knows who you belong to.” Chance’s arm wraps around my shoulder, squeezing me into the crook of his body. I transfer the iPad into my other hand so I can place my palm on his heart. Letting him know exactly how I feel about him.
“I think the whole world knows, baby brother. You might as well piss around her, staking your claim.”
“Whatever. Let’s get this show on the road. You’re messing with my vacation time.” Chance groans. I move away, getting ready to take notes. They do that man hug type thing then walk ahead of me, Chance looking over his shoulder to wink at me. Other than that, it’s a whirlwind of ideas that Fox wants for his place, his budget, and the projection of how long it’ll take.
When Chance gives Fox the details, he’s not impressed. “That long? Can’t we speed it up? I’d like this place ready for spring break. We’re getting a team together to have a beach volleyball tournament here, and then a few in Florida throughout the year.”
“Unless I can somehow swing it to where you have a construction company work down here and I come down once a month to see where they’re at, but that’s going to be a lot of work for you too. I mean, you’ll have to check on the crew daily.” I’m already trying to figure out if that’s even feasible with Chance’s schedule.
“Yeah, that sounds like something I’ll really stay on top of. Not with the shop just opening up.” His sarcasm shows while he runs his fingers through his hair in frustration.
“I’ve been kicking up an idea, but I’d have to really look at the financials and talk to Peyton about it. Right now, I could come down on a Friday and leave Sunday evening. Right, Peyton?” Chance asks me.
“Let me look.” I turn around to let them have their chat and look at Chance’s calendar. He’s got a couple of projects coming up in the spring, but I’m pretty sure our crew in Virginia can handle it, even if we hire a few more guys.
“What’s it looking like?” Chance walks towards me. Fox isn’t around. I’m not sure where he went, but maybe he needed to take a breather. If he has to manage this and his new shop, it might be too much.
“I think you can do it. Of course, we still need to hire a couple of people for spring. It’ll mean you not having a weekend off once a month, and that’s also baseball season.” I know how much Chance enjoys watching spring training to see how everyone is doing, not to mention college baseball.
“I’ll have to watch it while I’m down here. Can you get away once a month? I won’t do this unless I know you’re with me.”
“You’re serious, aren’t you?” I question. He didn’t miss a beat with that question.
“It’s you and me, Peyton. Of course, I’m serious.” Chance takes my iPad out of my hand, tossing it on the lounge chair Fox has set up on the sand.
“I’m sure I can get away, but you know my parents, they’ll want to know. Well, let’s be honest, it’s Bridger. He’ll be up in our business like nobody else, and my sisters, and Berkley. You get the picture. My family is one big party.” I roll my eyes, but I’m happy too. They care, I know that, even if it’s too much at times.
“Baby, if you think I haven’t already talked to Bridger, you’re the crazy one. I won’t even begin to tell you what that fucker had to say.” He cocks his head while dipping down to graze my lips.
When we pull a part, Fox is clearing his throat and saying, “I’m guessing we’re sealing the deal?”
“Yeah, brother. We are.” Chance doesn’t take his eyes off mine though. It’s as if he’s telling me that only we exist.
“Right on. Well, let’s go get a few beers, go over the numbers, and eat.” Fox looks at his watch. My stomach growls at the thought of food, reminding me that breakfast was hours ago.
“I need to get her fed. A hungry Peyton is not something anyone needs to see.” I smack his lower stomach, not that it does much with how firm he is.
“That’s not very nice. I am ready for a margarita though.” I shrug my shoulders when they both look at me. “What? It’s a vacation. Drinking at eleven o’clock in the morning is normal. You’re lucky. If the girls were here, we would have started off with mimosas or bloody Mary’s.”
“Sounds like if you all get together, Chance here may reap the benefits. Though, if he has to cart four drunk women home, well, I don’t envy that,” Fox retorts. Chance shakes his head but grabs my things, and we follow after his brother walking towards some place that has the best food in town, even if it’s a hole in the wall.
Nine
Chance
It’s been a great week, even though tonight is our last night here. Which means we’ll both be back to keeping our nose to the grindstone. Now more than ever.
This is the night I’ve been waiting for. Peyton has shared some of her fantasies. Some of them we’ve acted on, including h
er getting off while we were walking back to the hotel last night. She probably would have done something more daring, but I wasn’t going to let just anyone see her ride my fingers. That’s why when I came across a shadowed corner in a darkened area, I slid my hand up her dress, kissed her silent while she came, dripping wet all over my fingers.
We’ve worked through a few of mine, and let’s just say, if I have to go out of town without her, well, she’s given me a shit ton of spank bank material.
Tonight though, I’m going to fulfill not only one of hers but one of mine. It’s not quite what she had in mind, but it’s what I’m willing to do without wandering fucking eyes on my woman. The other night was a fluke, and I hadn’t known what that mischievous look in her eyes meant when she took my hand and slid it up her thigh. That didn’t stop me from getting her off while we were waiting on our waitress to bring us our dinner. If I hadn’t pulled her head into the crook of my shoulder, and if she didn’t bite down on my neck, I’m sure the whole restaurant would have known what I was doing. It was hard enough to get up from the table afterwards to use the restroom. I think my cock had a permanent zipper imprinted on it until we got back to the hotel room.
“I’ll be on the balcony,” I call over my shoulder, already stripped out of my shirt, grabbing the bottle of whiskey, the wine, and two glasses.
“Okay, I’m just going to change, and then I’m there.” I finagle opening the door, then place everything on the small table that’s set up in the corner with a few chairs. I’ll tell you, though, if I had this view every day, I’d definitely want something more comfortable than the pub style table they have out here. I pour our drinks, take mine over to the railing, and lean on it while listening to the waves crash along the shore.
“Thank you for this, and not just the wine. This has been an amazing week.” Peyton steps out onto the balcony with me, all while I’m swallowing my tongue at what she’s wearing, or really a lack of what she’s wearing.
“Woman, are you trying to give me a heart attack at a young age?” She’s wearing some kind of pajama set, and while it shouldn’t look like much, the way the black fabric is draped on her, the top showing off the slopes and curves of her breasts, the bottoms leaving nothing to the imagination, I’m not even sure there’s an inseam, but boy do they accentuate her legs. It’s enough to have me marching my ass to Peyton and almost second-guessing this idea.
“Chance.” Her voice is barely above a whisper, those blue eyes staring up at me with so much hope and desire. I know she’ll be getting what we both want.
“My woman needs me, doesn’t she?” My hand grips her hip. I’m kicking my own ass for not discarding my glass of whiskey because I could be consuming her this very instant.
“So much.” Peyton lifts up on her toes, going to my lips, and I meet her, wanting to taste her again and again.
“Come on.” I pull back, reluctantly at that. My hand moves to take hers, pulling her to where I’m about to finally sink my cock inside her. I place my glass on the table, abandoning it, then I put Peyton in front of me at the railing. Her ass already arching into my cock.
My hands go around her front, gliding them up and under her sexy-as-fuck top, cupping the undersides of her breasts before my thumbs rasp along her taut nipples.
“Chance,” she moans. That ass of hers grinds against me, her head tipped back on my shoulder.
“Yeah, baby?” I ask, not really needing the answer.
“More, please.”
“We do this here, you gonna be quiet?” I already know that’s not possible, which is why the fireworks will be there to drown out her moans.
“I can’t make any promises.” My hand moves to the middle of her chest, until my hand wraps around her neck, lightly, taking her mind off my other hand traveling downwards to her smooth pussy. Fuck, do I love these pajamas for giving me easy access to Peyton.
“I know, but it’ll be fun trying to keep you quiet.” Her hand moves behind me, unzipping my already unbuttoned jeans. This time, it’s me who has my breath taken away. “Fuck,” I hiss as she wraps her fist around my cock.
“Please don’t keep me waiting, not tonight,” Peyton pleads. She’s not wrong, and I’m tired of holding back myself. She takes her hand off my cock, pushes her bottoms down, while I step out of my jeans, and then we’re both fighting to take her top off. When Peyton goes to turn around to face me, I stop her. “Not this time. I want you bent over the railing, body on display for anyone to look up and see.” The small glow of the lamp in the living room allows me to see her eyes heat with desire, and then my woman, fuck, she turns around, holds on to the railing, and bends over, legs spread apart, giving me the room to sink inside her.
My eyes feast on her. Peyton gives me everything—her heart, her body, and her soul. I move closer, getting down on my knees for her, wanting to have a taste of her cunt. My tongue flicks out at her clit, knowing she likes how I work it for her, then I push it inside her, like my cock is about to do.
“Stop teasing me.” This time, I’ll do as she asks.
“You need my cock, Peyton? You want me in there now? Hard and fast or sweet and slow?” I stand up, aligning my body with hers, my cock pushing through her wetness.
“Hard and fast. We’ve had slow all week.” The head of my cock is at her opening, and Peyton goes after what she clearly wants, slamming her body backwards as I thrust forward.
“Fuck, do not move! Swear to God, if you do, I won’t last.” Peyton doesn’t move, not her body at least, but the tightening of her cunt, that is an entirely different story.
“I don’t care if you come. We have all night,” she grouses. I slowly move my hips, not prepared for the grip she keeps on my cock.
“Then you better use your fingers, because this really won’t last long,” I groan, but I’m not going to allow her that. Instead, I lift her up, my hands cupping her breasts, pulling her back so we’re both standing while I piston in and out of her pussy. One of my hands trails down to her bare pussy, tapping her clit before strumming my fingers against it.
“God!” Peyton mutters right as the first fireworks goes off in the sky, their flames allowing me even more light to see our bodies together, both of us slick with sweat, her tits bouncing even with one arm banded around them. She moves her arms around my neck, causing me to stutter in my motions, but when she tips her head towards me, those eyes capturing mine, I quicken my pace, knowing that neither of us will last long at the rate we’re going.
“Come for me, Peyton.” I pinch her clit. She sucks on my neck, and the fireworks explode the same moment we do, together.
“Chance.” Her moan causes a ripple to run through my body. I slowly fuck my come into her, deeper. In the back of my mind, I can’t wait for the day this is us making a life together.
“Peyton, baby,” I reply. Her body is relaxed as I pull out of her. My hand cups her cunt, wanting my cum to stay planted inside of her.
“I know.” She looks down at what I’m doing, a mischievous grin playing on her face.
“Marking your territory?”
“Fucking A, I sure am.” Or at least I do until I see her yawn, then I pick her up, carrying her through the suite to the bedroom, where I can make her come all night long.
Ten
Peyton
“Good morning,” Chance says as he walks into the construction trailer. As much as I wanted to sleep in his arms last night, I had so much laundry to do and a house to clean, including the refrigerator. I’m not sure why I didn’t give all the food I had to my parents, Rowen, or Bridger. My apartment was ripe after that, I had to crack a window even with the frigid temperatures.
“Morning.” My arms are above my head, stretching when a yawn takes over.
“If you had been in my bed last night, you probably would have gotten more sleep. I know I sure would have.” Chance places a kiss on my forehead. It’s these little things he does for me, the way he looks at me, the hot tea he sat down on my desk. It’s all of tho
se things that have me falling in love with Chance a little bit more each day.
“I’ll make a note of that, because tossing and turning all night after being in your arms for a week straight is not fun.”
“You are not wrong about that. Please tell me it’s at least a light day today?” he asks.
“I wish that statement were true. All the guys are here waiting to see which project each of them are assigned to, and even though I checked our emails and messages a few times, they’re out of hand. Also, your brother called already. He said something about finding a contractor, but that contractor is refusing to let you step in and help.”
“Christ on a cracker.” Chance places both hands on the back of his neck, tipping his head towards the ceiling. He’s in his work attire of an Adams Construction shirt, dark jeans, and worn-in boots. I’ve seen him every which way and love him most in a pair of shorts, hair tousled from sleep, and hovering over me as he slowly wakes me up by sliding inside me.
“You know what this means, don’t you?” I ask.
“We should go on another vacation?” Chance’s face looks hopeful.
“Not likely, though I do love vacations. You know, now that I have an ‘in’ with the boss, maybe I’ll get to go on more of them,” I retort.
“I don’t know. I heard he was a dick. He may not let you go, at least not without him.” I stand up and walk to the man who’s consuming my soul, in the best possible way.
“Nah, my boss isn’t too much of a dick. Not with the amount of orgasms he gives me.” My arms slide around his midsection, my head on his chest, and I snuggle in. We both know what it means if Fox can’t get a contractor to let Chance do some of the work on the weekends he’s in town.
