Christmas in Cancun

by KaLyn Cooper

  He slowly ran teeth over her nipple, and every nerve in her body that had lain dormant for two years exploded to life and rushed to her clit. She needed him to touch her there. One brush of his finger was all it would take.

  His hand came overtop hers, stilling the pumping motion she didn’t realize she was doing. “Keep that up and it’s going to be over before we get started. And I’m just getting started on you.”

  “Oh,” she breathed out on a sigh. He pulled her hand out of his shorts and kissed the palm.

  “I love what you were doing, babe, don’t get me wrong. But I think I need to help you catch up.”

  Jillian pulled his face to hers and took his mouth. She unsnapped her shorts one-handed and ran down the zipper.

  She took Jack’s hand and held it in hers for a second while she checked her confidence. Satisfied she had the tenacity to finish what she had started, she guided the calloused hands to her slick folds that begged to be touched.

  * * *

  Jack wanted to pull back from the kiss to see her eyes. He wasn’t sure Jillian wanted this. Him. Sex. This sure as hell wasn’t where he wanted to have her the first time. Maybe the second or third, if this thing they had lasted that long.

  He couldn’t leave her luscious mouth. He liked kissing Jillian. He’d like to kiss every inch of her.

  When she took his hand in hers and held it still, he thought it was an indication that he’d gone far enough. The last thing he’d expected was—

  Oh Christ, she’s wet.

  He dropped his finger into her slit. Her clit was hard and swollen.

  Jillian’s whole body jerked, and she called out his name as he passed the length of his finger over the engorged nub. He had to be sure. Her shorts were tight, a fact he’d appreciated all day following her around Tulum, but now they proved difficult.

  He didn’t want to leave her slick heat. “Slide your shorts off for me, darling.”

  Her half-lidded stare was almost too long, so he crooked his finger up the underside of her clit. Her body arched, and her hips raised. With his other hand he pulled on one side of her shorts. “Let’s get these off you.”

  She bowed up, pushing her heat into his hand, and smiled at him with anticipation. Together they managed to get her shorts down her legs, and then she kicked them off.

  Jillian leaned back on her elbows, wearing only moonlight and a small smile. Her pubic hair glistened with her eagerness, her breasts rising and falling rapidly.

  Jack thought she was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. Perfect pale skin awaiting his touch, his kiss.

  His cock throbbed against his zipper, reminding him it was still restrained. Without unsnapping or unzipping, he shoved his shorts down and stepped out of them.

  Unencumbered by clothes, he stepped into her open legs and pulled her naked body to his. Her bare breasts rubbed up and down on his naked chest with every breath she took.

  This precious woman was his for the taking. She had offered her body to him, and he wanted nothing more than to plunge into her. Sure, he’d do what he needed to get her to that edge and over—it was only fair—but he had always been more concerned about his own enjoyment than that of the woman.

  For some reason, that wasn’t the case tonight. He felt as though he had to make sure Jillian got the best orgasm of her life. He wanted, yes, wanted, to the point of needed, to be sure that she came. Maybe several times.

  Jack kissed her now gently, reverently. He savored every touch of her soft lips, mentally recording how they felt against his. She opened for his tongue, and he glided in, just the way he wanted to glide into her heat below. He made love to her with his mouth as his hands traced every curve of her body, moving lower and lower.

  He shaped her breasts using both hands and tweaked her nipples before floating open palms over her flat stomach. She didn’t have cut abs like the female body builder he’d once dated. The one with fake boobs.

  No, Jillian had the body of a woman with real curves and real breasts. Real big breasts. He’d have to spend some time there, truly appreciating them. She was extremely sensitive in that area. He wondered if he could make her come from just pleasuring her breasts.

  She was still damp as he combed through the hair at the cleft of her legs. Once again slipping a finger down her folds, he slid a finger into her channel. It immediately clamped around him. She was tight.

  His cock begged to replace his hand.

  She was wet and ready for him, but he slid a second finger in, stretching her.

  “Jack, please. Now.” She was begging for him.

  He reached into the desk drawer and grabbed a condom. They’d been in there a while, but he knew they should be all right. He quickly sheathed himself then stroked her clit and felt her moisten even more.

  Promising himself he’d take this slow—she was very tight—he nudged the head of his cock into her.

  Jillian gasped.

  “You all right, darling?” Jack held his breath.

  “Yes.” Jillian visibly swallowed. She looked away.

  Jack wanted to push into her to the hilt, but he held his place. When she didn’t look at him, he used two fingers to turn her face back to his then cupped the side of her chin.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Please God, let her say no. He would if she asked. His balls would hurt like hell, but for Jillian, he would pull out. And never touch her again.

  “No.” The word was a plea. She leaned up and kissed him. “I want you, Jack. I want you to make love to me. Now.” Her voice was jerky, and tears glinted blue in the moonlight on her cheeks.

  Oh God. No.

  He couldn’t do this. He started to pull away from her.

  She wrapped her legs around him and forcefully pulled him into her. He went deep in one thrust.

  “Don’t you dare leave me like this, Jack Girard.” Her tone was demanding.

  “Babe, you’re crying.” His hips didn’t move. He took her face in both hands, and with his thumbs, he wiped away the tears.

  She tried a smile. “It’s been so long…I haven’t…no one since…I had Addi.” She sniffed. “It’s like you’re the first, new all over again.”

  “Oh, babe.” He kissed her with the gentleness she deserved. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “You didn’t. Not really.” She gazed up at him with a genuine smile. “But I’ll hurt you if you don’t finish this soon. You’ve had me teetering on that edge three times and backed off.”

  Damn, he liked this woman. She knew what she wanted and wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Okay, he’d give her exactly what she needed. What they both needed.

  He reached between them, where their bodies were joined in the most elemental way, and ran a calloused thumb over her distended clitoris. He was rewarded when her vaginal walls clamped around his waiting cock.

  “Like that, don’t you.” It was a statement, not a question.

  Between short breaths, she said, “Yes. Do it again.”

  He slid back out a ways and circled the nub. She tightened her legs around his waist, but he held his ground this time.

  “Jack, please.”

  He wasn’t sure why he was teasing both of them, so when he ran his thumb the length of her clit, he buried himself in her. They soon found a rhythm, and within a minute, Jack was ready to explode. He couldn’t before she did, though. For some unknown reason, he needed her to come first. And hard.

  When he forced his eyes open to look at Jillian, she was lost in her passion. Her body quivered as he thrust once again. He reached between them and ran his thumb over her clit.

  “Go ahead, Jillian. Take us both.”

  At his words, her eyes flew open. He pressed deep inside her and flicked her clit.

  On her low scream, Jack felt every muscle in her body constrict. She clamped his cock so tight he couldn’t have held back if he’d been under gunfire. Her body quaked as he poured into her with his own release. He’d never come so hard in his life.

  If this
is what fucking Jillian was like every time, he’d have her on every surface on his boats and at the compound. He started a mental list of where he could take her and counted the hours until his family would vacate his home. He could convince Jillian to stay a few days, if they hadn’t burned up the need for each other by then.

  Jack rose to the surface of reality slowly, stopping along the way to recoup. It was as if he’d been on a deep dive and had to stabilize at various levels so as not to get the bends. He was just below the surface where sounds were muffled in the fleeing trance of ecstasy when he thought he heard feet hit the deck.

  “Let me check the Fritz, Levi. I left today’s paperwork in the office for him. Maybe he’s still there.” Too Tall’s voice was familiar but displaced.

  “All right,” Levi called out. “I’ll check the Felix.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  At the sound of Too Tall’s voice, Jack’s body and mind came to full alert as he’d been trained in the SEALs.

  Jillian lay blissfully naked across his desk, ethereal in the bright moonlight pouring through the large aft window.

  “Jillian.” Jack kept his voice low, quiet yet clear, so it wouldn’t travel beyond the walls of the small office.

  No response.

  He bent to her face and called her name again.

  She stretched and moaned in contentment. Her eyes blinked open.

  “Hello there.” The smile that crept across her relaxed face was one of satisfied woman. He’d put that look on her face. Somewhere deep inside, pride swelled. He wanted to wake up to that smile every morning, and several times during the night.

  The footsteps were right outside the door.

  Did I lock it?

  No. Fuck.

  “Jillian, company. Get up.”

  Her eyes flew open, and she sat upright. “What?”

  Jack placed his index finger over her lips and pointed to the door with his other hand. Her eyes grew wide as footsteps neared.

  Jillian flew off the desk and scrambled on the floor for her clothes.

  Jack grabbed a tissue and disposed of the condom while stepping into his shorts.

  He made it to the door just as it began to open. He stopped the movement with his foot, filling the open space with his body. He didn’t want anyone to see Jillian naked…except him.

  “Too Tall. What’s up?” Jack tried to keep his voice casual.

  His friend scanned him from mussed hair to shirtless chest and down to bare feet before he returned his gaze to Jack’s eyes. A knowing grin broke the familiar face for just an instance before it turned serious. “They are looking for you.”

  “Who is?”

  “Your family.”

  A dagger shot through Jack. No one in his family had ever gone looking for him. Never. “What’s wrong?”

  Too Tall glanced across the deck before he answered. “The baby.”

  The knife embedded in Jack’s heart twisted with fear. He turned around to grab Jillian and found her frozen in place. Shorts on, but not yet snapped, blouse held against her bare chest.

  She stared out the window.

  At Levi.

  Fuck!

  Protect Jillian. The single command vanquished any other thoughts from Jack’s mind. He left the open door and stepped to her. Gently, he turned her toward him. Even in shadows, Jack could see the horror plastered on her pale face.

  He wanted to shield her. From his brother’s wrath and from anyone else who might attack her for what they had just done. It was his fault. He’d take responsibility. He had wanted her since the minute he’d seen her in the airport. Hell, he’d just had her, and he wanted her again.

  “Look at me, Jillian.” Slowly she raised her eyes to meet his. “We are two consenting adults. This is my goddamned boat.”

  She took a choppy breath then a deeper one. Her eyes darted back toward the now-empty window.

  “We have done nothing wrong, darling.” He cupped her face and lightly brushed a kiss across tight lips before he helped her into her blouse.

  “You’re right.” Her breathing had steadied by the time they were both fully clothed.

  His brother’s angry voice broke the silence of the night. “Hurry it up, Jack.”

  Jack shook off the instant feeling of being a teenager about to be scolded once again by his disapproving father. He took Jillian’s hand in his much larger one. “It will be all right, sweetheart.” He squeezed her hand and got one back in response.

  He squared his shoulders and strode toward the door, Jillian in his wake.

  As soon as he stepped out onto the deck, Levi lit into him. “What the fuck are you doing with that little gold digger? She caught our little brother, and now that he’s dead, she’s a rich woman. Guess all that insurance money wasn’t enough for her, so she’s after you. I thought you were smarter than that, Jack. What kind of mother leaves her daughter in the hospital while she fucks her brother-in-law?”

  Jack dropped Jillian’s hand and stepped eye-to-eye with his older brother. “What I do is my business and no concern of yours. You don’t know Jillian—”

  Jillian screamed. “What did you say? Where is Addi?” She shoved Jack aside and stood, pulsating frustration in front of Levi. She grabbed his perfectly pressed, button-down shirt and shook him. “Hospital?” The word was croaked out.

  “Your daughter is in the hospital.” Levi brushed her hands away as if they were specks of dirt on his pristine shirt. He turned his attention back to Jack.

  “We’ve been trying to get ahold of you for hours. Don’t you ever answer your fucking phone?”

  Jack reached into his side pocket and extracted his cell phone. He’d turned it on silent at the restaurant so he and Jillian wouldn’t be disturbed with more calls. Sure enough, he’d missed fifteen calls and twice as many text messages.

  Jillian stood on her tiptoes to be in Levi’s face and screamed at him, “Where is my baby?”

  “Mom and Lilly took her to the hospital.” He glanced away. In a quiet voice he added, “She’s pretty badly sunburned.”

  * * *

  Burned.

  The word bounced around Jillian’s brain.

  Her baby had been burned.

  How did that happen?

  How could she have left her baby in the care of strangers? How could they have let her baby get burned?

  She fought the dizziness that wanted to overtake her thoughts. Her body felt weak and ready to give out. She had to think rationally and not allow panic to seep in.

  She couldn’t breathe. Tiny sips of air were expelled as soon as she managed to suck them in.

  The boat rocked violently first left then right. She couldn’t steady herself. Her legs wouldn’t work right.

  Her head spun as she tried to focus on the main mast.

  Damn this rocking boat.

  She had to get to Addi. Her baby needed her. Now.

  On unsteady legs, she managed to turn to Jack. “Take me to the hospital.”

  Jack’s face was a blur. He grabbed for her and bound her to his chest.

  The world stilled instantly. Jack’s hand massaged the back of her neck. “Just breathe. You were about to go into shock or pass out.”

  Jack’s voice and warm body against hers calmed her, starting deep inside. The boat had quit rocking, if it had truly moved at all. She gulped in air and felt stronger with every breath.

  “You take care of her. I’ll drive.”

  Jillian didn’t recognize the man, but she thought she’d heard Jack call him by name. She couldn’t remember and really didn’t care.

  “Take me to Addi.” Jillian knew she sounded demanding. In an attempt to soften it to a request she added, “Please.” She was desperate. She had no idea where the hospital was or how to get there.

  “Let’s go,” rumbled in Jack’s chest as he scooped her up and headed off the boat.

  “I can walk,” she insisted.

  Jack whispered into her ear, “I’ve got you, babe. You almost passed ou
t a second ago.”

  “Levi,” Jack yelled. “What the fuck happened to Addi?”

  Jillian lifted her head from Jack’s chest to glare at Levi. The world had steadied except for the slight bouncing from Jack’s steps.

  “Lilly had to run into Cancun, so she asked Mom to watch the children while they were on the beach.” Levi hesitated for several seconds before he admitted, “Mom fell asleep.”

  Jillian felt every muscle in Jack’s body tighten, but his step never faltered. “You mean she passed out.”

  “No!” Levi snapped. “She fell asleep. She’s been extremely overworked lately and hasn’t been sleeping well. We’re trying to negotiate a new deal with the union, and she was on the phone past midnight last night talking to one of the board members who is in China this week.” With a sigh, he added, “You just wouldn’t understand. It’s business.”

  “I understand that Mother let her grandchildren play unsupervised on the beach,” Jack seethed.

  “She wasn’t asleep for long. Preston is very responsible.”

  “He’s six years old!” Jack spit out. “And she was asleep long enough for Addi to get sunburned enough to be taken to the hospital.”

  Jillian noticed that they were at the end of BAC Cat’s dock.

  “Put me down,” she asserted and wiggled out of his arms. “I’m fine. I can walk.”

  She hit the dock and planted both feet. Her knees weakened for a nanosecond before she gained control. Anger and determination had forced the verging panic from her body. She immediately started walking toward the parking lot.

  “I should never have left her in their care.” Jillian increased her stride when Jack came up beside her. “Your mother is nothing but a drunk. How dare Lilly leave the children with her?”

  “She wasn’t drunk,” Levi adamantly maintained as he came up on her other side.

  She whirled on him, feet apart, hands fisted on her hips so she wouldn’t shove him into the water. “I’ve been here less than three days, and I’ve never seen her without a drink in her hand. For Christ’s sake, she drinks at breakfast. That’s an alcoholic, and you’re her enabler.”