by Aliyah Burke
After she’d changed, she checked her phone again. Still nothing from Shai, and that worried her, so she sent her another text. According to the itinerary, her sister should have landed already at her destination, and it wasn’t like Shai not to send confirmation.
* * * *
The moment she walked into his line of sight, Grant Harrison was mesmerized. Her peach bikini made his dick rock-hard in seconds with how her suit curved around her figure. Tiny waist, toned muscles and a sway to her hips he couldn’t manage to tear his gaze from. She carried a small beach bag, not huge and oversized like many of the tourists.
He slid off the stool, grabbed his drink and trailed her to the edge of the hotel bar as she stepped out onto the sand. She turned heads as she walked by to the water. Both men and women took in the view she offered. Drink finished, he followed the same path she took to the beautiful blue water.
His mysterious goddess walked along the edge, the water lapping over her feet. As he watched, she relaxed. He could see the stress in her melting away beneath the warm sun. While not as tan as a lot of the women, strolling practically nude, she still stole his breath.
Heated sand beneath his feet warmed his soles as he navigated to her side. Stopping there, he crossed his arms and glanced down at her. “Beautiful,” he commented.
A smile quirked her lips. “Yes, gorgeous. Don’t have views like this back home.”
He didn’t even lift his gaze from her curvaceous form. “Me either.”
“I was talking about the ocean.”
“Water is water in my opinion. It’s what goes with it that makes it beautiful.” He had no qualms about being caught staring at her. “Name’s Grant.”
She angled her body toward him and he dragged his eyes up the front of her bikini, swallowed hard, blinked to see her belly button again and did it once more. High on her hips, the top material dipped low over her chest, teasing him with smooth, pale skin. While not overly huge, her breasts filled out the top in a mouthwatering display of feminine perfection. The dark coral hue smashed into him as if he’d just ingested a plate of oysters and was more than ready to show how good his libido was.
“Eva. And where is home, Grant?”
Yes, her lips mesmerized him as well. “I travel quite a bit for my work, but for the moment, it’s in Arizona. For you?”
“Quad Cities.” She ran her gaze over him, her hunger spilling free. “An area covering Southeast Iowa and Northwest Illinois.”
Christ, it had been a while for him if this was what his small talk amounted to. It shouldn’t be this difficult. Not to make his intentions known and find out if she was receptive of them or not. He moved closer, the air between them sparking and charging. “And what do you do there?”
“Work,” she said, her tongue flicking out to dampen her lips. She never took her eyes from him. “Too damn much.”
He kept his gaze locked with hers. “Nothing more specific?”
She lifted her hand and settled it on his chest. “Are you here with someone?”
“Not other than you.” His heart pounded and his dick swelled further. Christ, he was going to puncture his suit if he didn’t get some relief soon.
“Wife?”
“Never. Husband?”
“Not yet.” She splayed her fingers and moved them through his chest hair. “Are we going to stand here and discuss the ocean or go somewhere else?”
“Somewhere else. My room is right back there.”
She never looked to where he pointed.
He snaked his arm around her waist and drew her flush to him, his cock pushing against her. “I’ve wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you walk by me.”
She looped her arms around his neck, tongue peeking out to hit the corner of his mouth. “Don’t hear me complaining, do you?”
He lifted her in his arms, wheeled around and strode back to the hotel, staring in her eyes the entire time. Even in the elevator, he didn’t put her down. Not until they got into his room did he allow her feet to hit the floor. Then he kissed her.
Grant groaned at her taste, a mixture of coffee and mint. When she backed away, he let her, but he kept staring. Her lips turned up in a small smile as she reached behind her neck and pulled. The top of her bikini fell to the carpeted floor of his hotel room.
Holy shit.
With a sure push, the bottoms were around her ankles and she kicked them away.
He gulped some air as he ran his gaze over her once more. From the sapphire tips of her blonde spiked cut to the exposed creamy skin, she was damn near perfect. A landing strip of hair guided his sight to her core. The lips glistened and he knew she was ready for him and he’d not even touched her yet.
She took a step and closed the distance between them once more. “You seem a bit overdressed for what I have in mind. Let me help you.” Bending close to kiss his bare chest, she worked her way down to his belly button.
“Wait.” A guttural rasp slid from his mouth seconds before she pulled down his shorts. His cock, long and hard, sprung free, bobbing before her.
“Hello, gorgeous,” she purred as she curled her fingers around his shaft.
He widened his stance, breathing faster and shallower. A few cursory pumps prior to when she flicked her tongue over the head.
A moan fell free from between his lips and he sank his hands into her hair. Closing his eyes ever so brief, he tried to control his urge just to thrust deep into her throat. Opening them, he peered down at her to discover she watched him in return with those dark blue eyes.
She never looked away as she blew him. Bobbing on his cock, she didn’t allow any part of him to go unattended. From the sensitive head to his balls, she gave each their due.
Grant couldn’t pull his gaze from her face. There was something amazing about watching a woman happily give head. When his balls drew tight against him, he lifted her from where she knelt before him and carried her to the bed. “Not yet,” he said.
Her response was dragging her tongue along her lower lip.
He placed her down gently. His was cock so hard, it ached. “I don’t have much patience right now. I really want to fuck you.”
She lay back, legs slightly spread, and he settled beside her. “And we’re back to, do you hear me complaining?” A smile. “Although, I have to say, I was enjoying your dick in my mouth.”
His cock jerked at her words, then again, when she circled him once more with her touch. “Fuck this.” He reached around her to the bedside table and dug in the drawer for a condom.
The moment he found and grabbed one, she took it from him. Eva rose onto her knees as she straddled him. “Allow me.” The rip of the packet was followed by her tossing it to the side. Eva took him in hand and rolled it down his length. She was up and over him, sinking down, taking him deep inside her body. “Oh, shit,” she groaned.
Yeah, he was on par with that statement.
Hot. Tight. Wet.
He gulped and grabbed her hips with his hands.
She gazed down at him, bottom lip caught in her teeth. As he stared, she leaned forward and put her hands on his chest.
For a moment in time, they stayed like that, lost in each other’s eyes. Connected in the most physically intimate of ways. He swore, there in that second, something more passed between them.
When she moved, any and all thought went out of his head.
Eva rode him. Undulating, rocking, and finding a rhythm she liked as she discovered her own release.
While it wasn’t the easiest thing to do, Grant let her set the pace for now. As she fucked him, he swore there would be more. For whatever reason, he could see she needed to get an edge off.
Go ahead, baby, use me. Fuck me as you will, I’m fine with this arrangement, just know that I’ll take mine when you’re finished.
She closed her eyes and dropped her head back as she continued to guide him along this path she took toward release. Her nails dug into his flesh as she came around him with a cry.
Gra
nt didn’t mind the bite of pain, in fact, he rather liked it. But as soon as her slit began pulsing and clenching around him as she came, he rolled them over, putting her on the bottom.
“My turn,” he rumbled against her lips.
She kept up with him, never once missing a beat. Hooking her legs behind his back, she drew him in as deep as he could go. He ground his jaw, determined not to give in yet. This was the sweetest pussy he’d been in, ever, and he didn’t want to leave.
She didn’t make it easy. Not with the way she tightened and flexed her internal muscles around him. She milked him and he couldn’t last any longer.
With a low roar, he came hard. Thrusting fast and deep.
Sliding her arms around his shoulders, she pressed her face into him as he went balls-deep inside her. Her entire body shook and shuddered as they both came.
Grant nearly collapsed on her but rolled to the side at the last moment. He gathered Eva in his arms and together, limbs entwined, they let their racing hearts slow, breathing calm, and bodies relax.
“Damn,” she muttered against him.
His lips twitched as he smiled. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.”
She trailed her fingers along his torso. “That took the edge off. I need some more.”
A woman after his own heart. “I’m here to serve.”
Eva bit at his nipple with light teasing snaps. “Good to hear.”
Grant knew this was far from over.
Chapter Two
Eva stirred and looked around the darkened room. Correction…most of the space was dark. One lamp in the far corner was lit. She blinked a few times and tried to get her bearings.
What’s to get? You found a man, rode him until you couldn’t move and collapsed in bed with him. Mission accomplished. Truth be told, she wasn’t sure she would be able to move now. She didn’t want to, but she couldn’t stay there.
Internal commentary notwithstanding, she agreed. This had gone according to plan, but now, she had to get back to her room. Shifting free of the strong arm holding her to him, she paused and glanced down at the man in bed with her.
Much taller than she, he easily stood six feet, his black hair combined in beautiful fashion with tanned skin and those light blue eyes that created a burn within her she wasn’t sure he would have been able to put out. He did, and she was grateful, but damn, the whole experience had been amazing. His muscular body had no trouble holding her up against a wall while he fucked her.
It was a shame to sneak out, but she needed to check on her sister and make sure she got there okay. Sliding free of the bed, she glanced around the room, searching for her long-discarded bikini.
Of course, near the door where I dropped it like the slut I am. Eva moved slow, her muscles protesting the slightest movement. It sure as hell wasn’t elegant—she’d call it more of the shuffle. And not the Ickey Shuffle either, more like a lame duck one. This man had worked her well, reminding her that she’d been lax in using all those muscles. She shimmed into the bottoms first then walked to where the top was and tied it on.
“Where are you sneaking off to?”
Damn, even his voice could make her wet. Deep and decadent, it reminded her of his touch and lord knew what that did to her. “I have to get to my room and check on my sisters.” She faced him once she’d put on her layer of armor, puny though it may be.
“They’re here?” He stretched and offered her another view of his naked chest.
“No, but I haven’t heard from either of them yet and need to make sure they’re both okay.”
Grant sat upright with the sheet bunched at his waist. The light color of cotton stark against his tanned skin. “Anything I can do?”
“No, I just need to give them both a call and check to see if there are any messages.”
He slid to the edge and put his feet on the floor. “You don’t carry it with you in your bag?”
“I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“So after those hours of incredible sex we just shared, you think I’m going to be bothered or disturbed by you?”
Grant stood and her focus went directly to his dick. It took a bit for her to force herself to meet his gaze once more.
Eva licked her lips. “I don’t know what to think.” Not entirely true, I’m thinking a lot about you being inside me.
He moved toward her, drawing her gaze back to the erect cock standing out between his legs. She whimpered as more longing coursed through her.
“Think this. I want you to stay. I want you to sleep here with me. I want breakfast with you after and we can explore this town together.”
“You sure you don’t have plans that I would be getting in the way of?”
He paused in front of her and tipped her chin up to him. The light highlighted the shadowed scruff on his square jaw.
Something that she longed to touch, caress and kiss.
For starters.
She was seriously going to have to lock up her libido if she was going to figure out how to get through this without looking like some sex-starved addict.
Exactly what I am.
Maybe she could lock up her internal commentary right along with it.
He dipped his head and brushed their lips together before walking away and picking up her bag.
Eva turned and observed him as he did this. Fixated on the muscles in his ass. Christ, even those were impressive. Her mind flashed down the road they’d just gotten off together and she remembered digging her fingers into the flesh of his butt as he’d thrust into her, deep and hard.
With her stuff in one hand, he captured hers with the other and led her back to the bed, where he dropped her bag by the side. He climbed in and tugged her along. “Here you go, problem solved.” Once they were back in bed, he put her beach sack next to her.
She dug for her phone in the bottom and her breath hitched as his fingers brushed along the back of her neck. His lips followed the same trail and she trembled as she pulled out the device.
“Do you want me to order something to eat?”
“No, thank you. I can wait until morning.”
“Baby, it is morning. It’s five.”
“Oh, in that case, yes, please.” She unlocked her phone and pulled up her messages. Nothing from Shai. Three unanswered from Tara, however, and she read them quickly. All the same thing. Had she heard from Shai?
Grant put the menu beside her and kissed her shoulder.
She could get on board with his insistence on being so tactile. Hell, she wanted to return the favor to him. Skimming it quickly, she pointed out what she would like.
As he called for their order, she called Tara.
Her sister answered on the second ring. “Have you heard from her? And why didn’t you get back to me sooner?”
“Hello to you, too, Tara. No, I haven’t heard from her and I just now got your messages.” Unease filled her. “Are you okay?”
“Me?” Tara cleared her throat. “I’m fine, yes, fine.”
Had she been alone she would have called her sister out on the hemming and hawing, but she wasn’t, so she let it go for the moment. “Okay, I will try Shai once more and if I get in touch with her, I’ll tell her to call you. If not, I’ll send you a text and we can figure out how the fuck we’re going to find out what’s going on.”
“I’ll call the airline and see if her plane landed and if she’d gotten on. I will use the office to do so.”
Now she knew her sister was worried about Shai, as she didn’t use the DA’s office for her own devices. So for her to say it without needing any prompting, Tara was scared.
“Let me call her once more. You sure you’re okay, Tara?”
“I will be once I figure out what the hell is going on with my sister. What about you? Get some hot man to ride?”
She cut her gaze to the left where Grant was still placing their order. “Sure did. With him now.”
A low whistle crossed the line. “Always knew you were part whore.”
“Only works if you’re not the eldest so sorry, we learned from you. I’m fine, as well, found a man. He’s in the shower now, which is good because my cootchie needs a rest.”
“Christ, Tara, I don’t need to hear about your cootchie at all.”
Grant looked at her with his lips turned up in a wicked grin.
Of course, he would have heard her big mouth blurt out that part. Why can’t I ever control my mouth when I’m talking to my sisters? Heat raced up her cheeks. “I’m going now, and I’m going to try Shai once more. Keep me posted and have fun, Tara.”
“You, too, Eva. Love you.”
“I love you, too, sis. See you soon.” She ended the call and immediately dialed Shai’s number. It rang once, twice, three, four times, before it went to voicemail.
Eva made a fist and waited for the beep. “Shai, this is Eva. Where the fuck are you? We’re worried sick about you. If you’re with a man, stop fucking him long enough to call and let us know you’re okay. If you need us, call and we’ll be on the next flight to wherever. Christ, just call us. Love you.” She dropped the phone on the mattress and worried her lower lip.
“Hey, everything okay?” Grant sat beside her, rubbing her arm.
“I don’t know. My sister isn’t picking up her phone.”
“And that’s not common?” He never looked away from her face, giving her all his attention.
“We, my sisters and I, planned simultaneous vacations. We each picked a beach in Mexico for a week. If we went to the same place we’d spend the time together and this was so we could have—”
“Sex.”
She was too concerned about her sister to check the words she spoke. It didn’t matter if she hurt his feelings. “Basically, a week-long booty call.”
