by Rinna Ford
“Please stop being mad,” I told him. “Don’t let that idiot ruin the night. I had a great time with you and I don’t want it to end this way.”
He sighed and put one hand on my thigh. “You’re right. I’m sorry.” He looked me in the eyes. “I almost killed that man.”
“You can’t go around murdering people because they flirt with me for the next month.” I said. He frowned again.
“Why not?”
“Well, because you’ll spend most of the time miserable.” I joked with a wink. “Or, in jail.” He let out a huff.
“You’re incredible,” he sighed. “I wish I could keep you.”
Ugh. This again.
“Me too.”
We sat there, me in his lap, just holding each other until his half-full beer got warm. At around midnight, I told him that I needed to go home. I had work in the morning.
We left the bar, hand in hand again and only let go long enough to get in his car. He kissed me goodnight at my mom’s front door.
Chapter Nine
“Did you have fun with your friend?” my mom asked when I walked into the living room, scaring me to death. I threw my hand over my chest and jumped back.
“Geez, Mom! It’s after midnight. What are you doing up? And sitting alone in the dark?” She got up from the couch and walked toward me.
“I wasn’t waiting on you to get home, I promise.” She looked at my face and sighed. “I woke up and couldn’t go back to sleep. I was drinking warm tea and thinking.”
“About what?”
“You. Your father.” She looked down at her hands, then back up to my face. “You really do look like him.” She gave me a watery smile. “You act like him too.”
“Will you tell me about him?” I asked, hopefully. I asked her about my dad a couple of times when I was younger, but she always told me that I was better off not knowing. Of course, that made me more curious.
When I went off to college, I tried to do some research on him, but there wasn’t any information to be found. It was like he never existed. His name wasn’t even on my birth certificate which was seriously strange. My mom always acted like she loved him, but her actions made me think she was more afraid than anything.
“Not tonight,” she said, “it’s a long conversation and it’s too late right now.” She started to walk toward her bedroom, but turned around to face me again. “But I promise I’ll tell you about him soon, okay?” I nodded, because I was afraid she would take it back if I said anything at all.
“What did you and your friend do tonight?” she asked.
“We went out for pizza and then went on a ghost tour.” She smiled. I kept my answer as vague as possible.
“Sounds like you had a good time. How long is he in town?”
“A few more weeks. He leaves at the end of the month.”
She started to walk away, but stopped and asked, “You’re not getting serious with this guy, are you? I don’t want you to get hurt again.”
“No Mom. It’s not that kind of relationship, honest. We’re just having fun while he’s here.”
“Please be careful.” I hugged her tight. She’s such a mom and I was completely thankful for it.
“I will. I promise.” She pulled back, touched my cheek, then went back to bed. I locked up, then followed her down the hall and went into my bedroom. I was out as soon as my head hit the pillow.
I went into work happier than I had been in a long time. I was determined to have fun with Brogan for as long as I could, even if that month was all we would ever have. I didn’t see Brogan that day, but we did text back and forth late into the evening. We planned on going to the beach the next day, since I didn’t have to work, and I was caught up on all of my class work. My mom would be gone for a few days on a flower buying trip, so I was thankful I wouldn’t have to answer to her about my plans. I was considered an adult, but I didn’t want to have to explain to my mom why I would be at the beach all day and who I was with.
The next morning I drove my jeep over to the hotel where Brogan was staying while in town. I had a cooler already loaded up with drinks, sandwiches, and other snacks. He said that he wanted to spend the day there, so I came prepared.
I knocked on his hotel room door and waited for a few seconds before he opened it and let me in. He was slipping on his flip flops while I looked around his hotel suite. You can tell a lot about a person by their room. I knew it was a hotel room and not a completely accurate representation of him, but I could still tell that he liked things organized. Everything was put away neatly and even his bed was made.
“Are you done snooping?” he smiled.
“Nope.” I responded. “I was just getting ready to start looking through your dresser drawers, but I’ll wait until you’re not looking.” He let out a big laugh because he knew I was teasing him.
“Alright, funny girl. Let’s go to the beach.” Brogan held the door open for me and I led him to the jeep.
“You know, it’s kind of strange sitting in the car that hit me,” he smiled as he got in the passenger seat.
“Hush! You’ll hurt Dominic’s feelings. It was an accident and he is sorry.”
“Who’s Dominic?” he asked, completely confused.
“My jeep is Dominic and I love him, so be nice.”
He let out another booming laugh. “You named your vehicle?”
“Of course!” I exclaimed as we wove through traffic. “I found him in a used car lot when I turned 18 and fell in love. He’s also never given me any trouble, so there’s that.” I giggled.
“I’m sorry, Dominic and I forgive you for running into me,” Brogan joked, still laughing.
I loved the sound of his laugh and I decided I would do whatever I could to hear that sound as much as possible. Even be silly and talk about how much I loved my jeep.
I found a parking spot not too far from the entrance to the beach. Brogan got out and opened the trunk to get the cooler. He lifted it up and held it with one arm. Man, he was strong. I carried our towels and blanket and locked up the jeep. We found a good spot away from other people and I laid out the blanket.
“Would you like me to help you with your sunscreen?” he asked as he took his shirt off.
Good gracious, he was gorgeous. His muscles had muscles and each one was beautifully defined.
“Sure,” I turned to look through my bag and wiped my mouth, making sure I wasn’t drooling. I stood back up, handed him the bottle of lotion, and took off my cover up. His eyes went up and down my body, taking me in, in my red and black bikini. I turned my back to him as a signal for him to rub suntan lotion on my shoulders, but I really did it so he didn’t see me blush.
He gently moved my hair off the back of my neck and began rubbing in the lotion on my shoulders and my back. He took his time, touching my skin as long as possible. My face kept heating up, but this time it wasn’t because I was self-conscious. I really wanted this man.
Then suddenly, he was done. I took the bottle from him and offered to return the favor. He nodded, I think unable to speak and sat on the blanket. I wouldn’t have been able to reach his shoulders if we kept standing. I kneeled behind him and rubbed the sunscreen into his back. I think I took even longer than he did with me, touching every muscle, every inch of skin that I could.
He sighed when I was finished and I began applying the lotion to the rest of my body. He watched me intently behind his sunglasses and my face heated up again.
I covered every exposed bit of my body with sunscreen even though I really didn’t need to. I had never had a sunburn or even a suntan in my whole life. It didn’t matter if I wore sunscreen or not. It was like I was immune to the sun’s rays. My mom was the same way. She told me it was a genetic anomaly, and I should just consider myself lucky that I’d never get skin cancer. People tended to look at me strangely whenever I told them that I didn’t ever get sunburned, so I pretended and put it on.
“What do you want to do first?” I asked him, putting the su
nscreen back in my bag. “Play in the water, take a walk, collect shells, build a sandcastle…”
“A sandcastle?” he asked. I pulled out a bucket and shovel from my beach bag to show him I came fully prepared for anything beach related. He laughed. “I definitely want to build a castle with you, but first, I want to go into the water.” I put the pail down on the blanket and stood up. But before I could get fully on my feet, Brogan picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, then ran toward the ocean throwing us in. I screamed the whole time until I was submerged under the water.
I found the bottom and put my feet against it, pushing myself out of the ocean. I wiped the water out of my face and turned around to look for him. He was standing a few feet in front of me, with a giant smile playing on his face. I got a few good splashes in before he made his way to me and picked me up again, this time just throwing me into the water.
We kept on playing in the water and I loved every second of it. A little while later, I started to get a little hungry so we went back to our blanket and took the sandwiches from the cooler. We ate in silence, enjoying the sounds of the ocean and just being near each other.
When we were finished eating I put our trash in a bag, reapplied my sunscreen, and let out a big yawn. Brogan laid down on his back on the blanket and motioned for me to come to him. I hesitated, but then I snuggled up to his side and quickly fell asleep.
I woke up a little while later, still snuggled up to his chest and saw that he was reading on his phone.
“Oh man. I’m sorry I fell asleep,” I said as I sat up and stretched.
“It was no hardship for me,” he winked. “I thoroughly enjoyed having you lie on my shoulder. Besides, it’s nice to just lie down and listen to the ocean. My home in Morrell is situated near the beach, so I really enjoy the sound of the waves.”
I stood up and stretched again, Brogan’s eyes on my every movement. I held my hand out to him.
“Take a walk with me?” I asked. “I need to stretch my legs.”
“Of course.” He stood up and took my hand in his, kissing the back of it before pulling me down the beach.
We walked together, picking up shells as we went, and talking about anything and everything. He found an absolutely beautiful purple shell, whole and intact and I claimed it as my own. He kept trying to take it from me, joking, but I found a pink one that was just as pretty and told him he could have that one instead. He smiled and slipped it into the pocket of his board shorts without saying a word.
We got about a half of a mile before turning around to head back. The sun was starting to go down and I was getting hungry again. There were a few more sandwiches left in the cooler, but I was tired of sandwiches at that point.
On our way home from the beach, we found a hole-in-the-wall seafood restaurant that looked interesting. The food was absolutely delicious, and I decided that I loved small restaurants.
The only sound in the jeep driving back to his hotel was the radio. It seemed as if neither one of us wanted to say goodnight. I pulled up to the curb at the front of the hotel and put the jeep in park.
He turned to me and kissed me. It was the kind of kiss that set the world on fire. I gripped his face in my hands and held onto him tight, wanting to get as close to him as possible. He gently pulled my hands from his cheeks and put them together in front of his face, giving them a kiss. His eyes opened and looked into mine.
“Come inside with me,” he said. Gone was the playfulness that I had seen over the last week, and in it’s place was intensity. I didn’t think. I couldn’t. I just nodded.
Chapter Ten
He led me through the lobby to the elevator, never letting go of my hand. The elevator ride up to the fourth floor to Brogan’s suite was pure torture. So close, but unable to do anything about it. I have no doubt he would have pinned me to the reflective wall and had me right then and there if there weren’t two small children riding in the elevator car with us.
The doors slowly opened onto Brogan’s floor and he took my hand once again. Thankfully, his suite was close to the elevator because I was going to explode if I had to wait much longer. He quickly took out his key card and got us into the room. Once the door was closed he picked me up so that my legs wrapped around his waist and his lips were on mine. My back slammed against the door, his hard body pressing into me. I moaned against his lips, my hips grinding into his searching for more.
Then we moved. He took off my beach cover up as he walked us toward the bedroom and set me gently down on top of the bed. I gave him a smirk as I scooted toward the head of the bed, giving him room to get on with me. He kicked off his sandals and pulled his shirt over his head as he put one knee on the bed, crawling toward me until we were face to face.
I reached up to touch his cheek, my eyes darting to his mouth as his lips crashed down on mine. One of his hands found my breast while his other hand dug into my hip, pulling me closer. I didn’t think I could ever be close enough to him, but I was going to damn well try. I moaned again as he rolled my nipple with his fingers through the fabric of my bathing suit. He moved the material aside, freeing my breasts and took one pebbled nipple into his mouth. He rolled the other nipple between his fingers and I moaned, running my hands through his hair.
“Brogan. Please.” I pleaded. I needed him so badly in that moment.
“Tell me what you want,” he demanded. “I need you to tell me what you want.”
“You.” I whispered. “I need you inside me.”
He worked his way down my body, kissing all the way until his mouth was at the top of my bikini bottoms. He untied them on the sides and removed the fabric from my body. He kissed down my right hip to my thigh, taking his time until his mouth was on the inside of my knee. His eyes were on me as he worked, making me squirm with need.
Then finally he made his way back toward my center, licking and kissing the whole way.
“Please, Brogan.” I moaned again.
His mouth found my most sensitive place, making me sigh in delight. My back arched off the bed and my hands cupped my breasts as he added two fingers. This was heaven. Pure heaven. Waves of pleasure moved through my body, causing me to scream his name.
Before I could even come down from the high of the orgasm, he had moved back up my body and begun kissing me. My legs wound around his waist.
“That was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,” he said against my lips. “I could watch you fall apart like that every minute for the rest of my life and be happy.”
“I’d definitely let you do that forever,” I smiled. He gave me a sexy smirk as he moved away and stood up next to the bed. He walked over to the dresser to retrieve a condom and slowly took off his board shorts, completely revealing himself to me.
I thought he was gorgeous before, but naked Brogan was the hottest thing I’d ever seen. He strolled back over to the bed and laid the condom on the nightstand. I sat up and untied my bikini top, making myself as naked as he was. His eyes roamed over my body as my eyes took in his. I spread my legs as an invitation and he crawled up my body once again.
His hand went to my wet center, rubbing and teasing while my hand found his hard cock. It was his turn to moan as I worked my hand up and down, rubbing my thumb over the slick tip. He moved his hand away and picked up the condom. He tore it from the wrapper and slipped it on in one quick motion.
“Is this what you want?” he asked, moving his hand up and down his length.
“Yes.” I begged. “Please.”
The the head of his cock nudged my entrance and he pushed himself in slowly until he was completely inside of me. We both moaned as he moved himself in and out, faster and faster until he was pounding away at my body. He put my ankles on his shoulders and got up on his knees, raising my lower half off the bed, still moving.
I cried out with pleasure as another orgasm tore through my body, his name on my lips. He came with a loud groan and he gently laid me back down on the bed, moving my ankles from his shoulders back arou
nd his waist.
He sweetly peppered my lips and face with kisses before moving away to dispose of the condom. Completely sated, I smiled up at him as he walked back to the bed. He picked me up bridal style and took me into the bathroom. Brogan set me on my feet long enough for him to turn on the water in the large walk-in shower.
He washed my body, taking his time to explore every inch of me. I wrapped my arms around him as he washed my hair, burying my face in his chest. I groaned with pleasure, wanting him again, but my body was worn out between him and the beach. Sensing how tired I was, he turned off the water, led me out of the shower and dried us off. He put me in a big fluffy bathrobe and I started nodding off as he towel dried my hair.
He chuckled. “What am I going to do with you, Dream Girl?” Brogan then picked me up again and carried me to bed. I fell asleep, curled up in his arms.
I woke up early the next morning on top of Brogan’s warm chest. One of his arms was curled protectively around my back while the other was thrown over his eyes. I gently moved out from under his arm trying not to wake him. I went to use the bathroom and came back, noticing that he hadn’t moved a muscle. He really was the most handsome man I had ever seen, and he made me feel things that no one had ever made me feel before. Even Jesse. Brogan was perfect for me in every way. Maybe we could work it out so we could still be together after he left? It was a great thought, hopefully one we could agree on.
With that thought, I started to crawl back into bed to get a little more sleep, but an even better idea popped into me head. I lifted the sheet, which was the only thing covering him and slid under it. I moved so that I was directly between his legs. I looked down at his cock and sighed. Even his dick was impressive.
I put my mouth around him and began to move. He let out a low groan as I woke him up the best way possible. He moved the hair away from my face while I sucked and licked him.
