The Back Nine

by Gia Stone

  Brooke slightly bit at Alec’s tongue and grinned. She kissed his neck as she unbuttoned his shirt and trailed her tongue down his chest. His pants dropped to the ground around his feet. There was no time for formalities. She got down on her knees and took his large erection into her mouth. Sucking slowly at first, she increased her speed and began working over his balls with her other hand. His cock was swelling in her mouth and down her throat. She twirled her tongue around the tip of his erection before moving her mouth to his balls taking them in while she continued to stroke his cock. Brooke couldn’t encircle his cock with one hand it was so swollen. So large.

  He was going to come. She could taste the saltiness of the first drops on her tongue. Her stomach clenched. Brooke wanted Alec to come in her mouth and down her throat. She wanted to drain his cock of all of his seed and leave him shaking like he had done to her. Alec swiftly pulled her into his arms and marched her to the bed.

  “I wasn’t done.” Brooke wiped her mouth with her hand.

  “Oh I know. But we only have a few minutes, and I need you on this bed right now.” Alec slid her skirt up over her hips and yanked her peach lacy panties off. He tossed them on one of the nightstands and thrust himself into her wetness. She was so fucking wet. He hadn’t even begun to play with her. Simply sucking on his cock had turned Brooke on enough to be oozing for him. He pushed his cock in deep.

  Brooke moaned. “Yes, I love how deep you go.”

  Alec grinned. “I’m about to go deeper.” He lifted her left leg over her head and twisted his body into hers.

  “Ah, Alec…it’s…too…much.” Her head was backed up against the headboard and her breasts jiggled all over the bed with each push. Each thrust.

  “I can’t,” she cried out. Alec put a pillow in between her head and the bamboo headrest. He plunged deeper into her. “Ale—” He thrust farther and faster. She couldn’t manage to speak, her voice was gone. He thrust again, and her whole body shattered.

  Fiery ice slivers covered her skin from her hair all the way to her toes. She was trembling. Shaking. Her body was breaking into small fragments of pleasure, and with each piece that broke away, another one smashed inside of her. Brooke’s body was flickering flames over a bonfire of desire that had been ignited into a place of darkness. Oh my effing…she had it. It. A G-spot orgasm. The enigma, the sacred orgasm rumored by her friends in college. Her fingers tingled. She was on fire. Brooke tried to see, but everything was dark except little sparklers of white and gold lights. Her body quivered. Her breathing slowed and Alec collapsed onto of her and then slid to the side of the bed. His breathing was heavy. Little beads of sweat covered his tan, muscular chest.

  Brooke formed her body against his. She didn’t want to be away from his touch. From his glow. He surrounded her with warmth inside and out.

  “You have two minutes to recover,” Alec said as he stood.

  “Recover, wha—?” Brooke brushed some hair off her face.

  Alec grinned. “Yes, lunch will be here in two minutes.”

  “Oh.” Brooke was immobile. She couldn’t find the strength to get out of bed. Her world was spinning. Alec fastened his belt as he took in Brooke’s naked body.

  Aware of her clothesless, body she hopped up and pulled her skirt down. She eyed her panties on the nightstand. Before she could get to them in time Alec snatched them up.

  “These are mine, now.” Alec stuffed them into his pocket.

  “You know if you keep taking my panties every time we have sex, I’m not going to have any left.” Brooke pointed at his chest.

  “Maybe that’s the point.” Alec grabbed her finger and held it to his mouth. He licked her fingertip. Brooke shivered.

  Chapter Seven

  “Senor Marino?” a male voice called from outside the cabana.

  “Un momento.” Alec glanced at Brooke. “I love the service here. Impeccable timing.” Alec handed Brooke her blouse though he would have preferred if she was without it, but only in his presence. He loved staring at her big breasts, especially when he was fucking her. The way they bounced all over the place. Damn, he wanted to see them right now. He grabbed her by the waist and kissed her hard, running his hands all over her breasts, and he tugged at her nipples through her blouse. Alec kissed her hard. He wanted to tell the waiter to forget it and spend the rest of the afternoon kissing her and making love…was he? He released her and made his way to the door.

  Alec glanced back at Brooke to make sure she was clothed. Her fingers buttoned the last one on her blouse. Her beauty glowed. He wished he could ignore the waiter and snap each button from her blouse and bury himself in her again. Why were his desires never satisfied around her? He always wanted more. From the moment Alec first saw Brooke in the golf shop he wanted her, and after their encounter on the course, he never wanted to be without her. And then she disappeared. His stomach clenched. He had to know why. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be able to make sure it never happened again. The vein in his neck throbbed. He pushed through the fabric of the cabana door and invited the waiter in.

  “Senor al fresco?” The waiter spoke directly to Alec.

  “Si, gracias.” Alec closed the door behind him.

  “I hope you’re hungry.” Alec flashed his pearly whites and took her hand in his.

  Brooke laughed. “I’m always hungry.” She pulled their hands to her mouth and sucked on one of his fingers for a second. “For you.” She bit his finger, softly.

  Alec squinted his eyes at her.

  “That was for not letting me finish earlier.” She bit her own lip.

  Alec grinned. “I think you got more than enough in exchange.” He swatted her behind and opened the door for her to walk through.

  She hopped onto the sand quickly, almost as if she was trying to avoid another swat. Alec wanted to race after her and scoop her up in his arms. Why did she leave before? This question haunted Alec. She had yet to come forth about it. What was bothering her? Why wouldn’t she tell him? Did she not care enough about his feelings? Alec’s eyes focused on Brooke’s face. She reminded him of a beautiful painting he had seen while traveling in Paris. The name was absent from his mind. Yet, she was ever present. His every thought had been consumed about Brooke and how to please her and make her happy. Happy enough to never consider leaving him again. He was ready in the golf shop to give her a key to his home, to his heart…and then she was gone.

  A gorgeous display of artistically decorated food sat on a white cotton tablecloth with two white wooden-planked chairs.

  Strawberry roses, bowls of blueberries, grapes, a platter of multi-colored cheeses, and hams. Shrimp cocktail, a fillet of beef, a chopped luscious green salad with cherry red tomatoes, Kalamata olives, and sliced cucumbers sat in front of each spot. There wasn’t an inch of unplated space. In a carafe was a bottle of champagne chilled to perfection and two flutes empty, waiting to be filled.

  Alec nodded at the waiter. He immediately popped open the bottle and poured the bubbles into the flute. He offered it to Brooke. She accepted it with a smile. A girl could get used to this kind of treatment. One thing she knew she would never get used to was Alec’s affections. She had never been wooed in so many ways both physically and emotionally as she had been with Alec. This scared her. Brooke had never been a fan of fantasies, and the idea of finding a prince charming. Now, here she was in a modern-day fairy tale and she couldn’t help but think it was all too good to be true. She didn’t want to wake up from this amazing dream. Brooke was sure if she did…it would only lead to heartbreak in her future. What if he decided she wasn’t good enough for him? Or didn’t give enough back in return?

  “Gracias.” She held the glass in her hand waiting for Alec to receive his. His slate blues had turned to a lighter shade of turquoise and she found herself getting lost in them. His cheek bones were so chiseled, his shoulders so rounded and full. Alec was like a fine sculpted piece of art. Brooke was humbled to be in the presence of such beauty. Her chest tightened and she let ou
t a deep breath.

  Her mind was being blown every which way today. First the job, then the unheard-of orgasm and now this impressive meal with champagne. God, she loved champagne. Especially the good kind, and though she was not a connoisseur, she could tell from the pink label it was Veuve, which was very good champagne. Definitely, not one in her price range.

  The waiter gave Alec his glass, nodded, and turned to walk down the beach.

  Alec held his flute high. “Cheers to your new career.”

  Brooke clinked her glass against his. “Cheers.” They each took a sip. The cold bubbles fizzed their way down her neck. It was nice to have something so cold in her mouth after Alec’s throbbing cock. Though she had wanted to finish, she was somewhat relieved, that he had ended it early. Pleasuring him was something she wanted to return, but the thrusting of his cock was an experience she was happy to experience in place of bringing him to climax in her mouth.

  It was almost as if she were dreaming. Less than a month ago at this hour she would be making some sort of arrangements for Marshall and then spending the rest of her night alone. It was almost unbelievable how much her life had changed. Career was right, she was on her way to finally being successful in the business world, and her personal life had never been better. She cast her gaze on the waves rolling into the shore. The waves were something you could always count on arriving and being there. Would Alec always be there? Was this just an extended fling? She couldn’t imagine him finding her the job if he wasn’t interested in anything less than long term. But what if she was wrong? What if this was just Alec’s thing? Maybe she was one of many. Except, they’d been inseparable since they met on the beach again. Her legs tightened as fear swept through her body. What if she was blinded by her feelings for him and unable to see what this really was?

  “Lick for your thoughts.” Alec had Brooke’s finger near his mouth.

  “What did you say?” Brooke blinked several times.

  “Lick for your thoughts.” Alec cocked his head to the right. “What did you think I said?” Alec licked the tip of Brooke’s finger. “Oh, you have a one-track mind, don’t you?”

  Brooke glanced out at the ocean and then back to Alec. “Maybe.”

  “I’ll take your maybe and grant you a guarantee that tonight I will make you scream for me to stop while I’m burying myself into you.”

  “What if I don’t ask you to stop?” Brooke tossed her hair over her shoulder and stared into Alec’s darkened eyes. If she didn’t know better she would think he wanted to write her ticket. Those police officer blues of his had Brooke pulled over on the side of the road and ready for a strip search.

  Alec laughed. “Brooke, though you’ll be under the stars on my boat, the sparkles in your eyes won’t be from the sky.”

  The apex between Brooke’s thighs heated. Even though he said his boat and not Marcos…she didn’t care. He must have just made a mistake. She inhaled and took a sip of her champagne. The bubbles danced in her mouth as she took in Alec’s promise. His guarantee.

  Chapter Eight

  Alec glanced at Brooke before he unlocked the door to his condo and held it open for Brooke to walk in.

  “I think we might have had one too many martinis…” Brooke hiccupped. After an amazing dinner at one of the finest restaurants in Cozumel, she didn’t want to appear like such a lush. Why hadn’t she paced herself? What was it about Alec that made her push her own limits? Her boundaries…he made her want to be better than she had ever even contemplated. Now she was tripping over her own feet.

  “That’s impossible. Come here.” Alec motioned for Brooke to meet him at the dark gray couch. He patted the leather and slumped onto the seat. His movements were not his normal swift and controlled motions.

  Brooke laughed. “You realize, you’re drunk, right?” She fell into the couch dropping her purse, and all of its contents spilled over the coffee table and onto the floor.

  “Yes, okay, pot.” Alec shook his head and scooped up her makeup and comb and tossed them back into the purse and the note from Marshall lay on the floor. He picked it up and read it.

  “Professional prostitute.” Alec held the note out for Brooke.

  “What?” Brooke shot straight up. Immediately sober she snatched the note from Alec and shoved it in her purse. She hopped onto her feet and stormed to the door. “I have to go. I can’t stay here.”

  “Brooke what are you talking about? Explain the note to me.” Alec followed her to the door and offered his hand.

  “I can’t. I have to leave.” The doorknob was like ice on Brooke’s palm. She turned it with a rapid force and ran out into the dark night. Tears flowed down her face. She sobbed, not caring who cared or saw. Her hair whipped around her as she ran. The heels she had chosen to wear were not fit for this kind of race. She kicked them off and picked up her pace. Shit. Why didn’t she throw away that damn note? Brooke was mortified. She hated for Alec to see the note. What if he thought it was true? Brooke’s body shuddered, and she plopped herself down on the beach. The dark sky was perfect. She didn’t want to see any light. There was no silver lining to this situation. The guy who she was really falling for now thought she was a professional prostitute. How sickening. Brooke wiped some of the tears off her face and buried her toes in the soft sand. If only she could bury herself in the sand. She was thoroughly embarrassed and ashamed. If Alec thought she was a prostitute, she would run into the ocean and dive under. Cover herself underneath the waves and be done with this fucked-up situation.

  Alec shook his head. There was no way she was a prostitute. But something must have happened to make Marshall write the note. Something. He was going to figure out what it was and why Brooke was not being open with him. He’d be damned if he let her run away again. Not when things between them were going so well. He was beginning to see a future with Brooke at his side and that was without the resort. A pair of shoes were lying next to the road. They were Brooke’s. The thin straps and lengthy heel that had been wrapped around her ankles just moments ago. Alec loved the way her legs looked from the elevated height the heels provided. He bent down and picked them up. It was odd to leave them near the road. Most people would take off their shoes and carry them with them. Did she not intend on retrieving them? The sand kicked up underneath his feet as he hiked down the beach. Brooke was sitting all alone under the moonlight, not a star in sight. Even from this distance he was drawn to her. He wanted to encircle her in his arms. Seeing the tears fill her eyes tugged on his heart. He rushed to her side and sat down.

  “Hey.” Alec swiveled his body toward Brooke.

  “Hey.” Brooke pushed the sand with her feet.

  “Brooke, we need to talk. Listen, I know you’re not a prostitute. Tell me why he wrote the letter.” Alec brushed her arm.

  Little goose bumps popped up along her arms. “How do you know?” Brooke turned to face him.

  Alec jerked his head back. “Because you’re not obviously.” Alec blinked his eyes.

  “Why is it obvious?”

  “Brooke, you don’t have the makings of a prostitute. Come on, tell me why he wrote it.” Alec reached for her hand and kissed the back of it.

  Brooke eyed the sand and then met Alec’s eyes. “He saw us in the golf shop together.”

  Alec raised an eyebrow. “So?”

  “So?”

  “What’s the big deal? Enlighten me.” Alec’s eyebrows furrowed together.

  “Alec, he saw us having sex.” Brooke rubbed her lips together.

  “Oh.” Alec nodded. “Shit, I forgot about the windows… I guess I just got caught up in the moment….or rather you.” Alec laughed.

  Brooke’s eyebrows crinkled. She shoved Alec. He let her push him down.

  Brooke stared into Alec’s eyes. “This is serious. I lost my job. You could have lost your job, too.”

  “I’m not going to lose anything.” He pulled her down on top of him and rolled her onto the sand. “Especially, not you.”

  His lips
met hers softly, and he parted her mouth with his tongue. Their bodies wrapped up in each other and a hunger he wasn’t going to fulfill on this beach. Having sex outdoors in Cozumel could land you in jail. The only kind of confinement he wanted was to be locked in his bedroom with Brooke for only one kind of crime, pleasure.

  “Come on, let’s go back inside. Cozumel Police frown upon sex on the beach.” Alec pulled Brooke to her feet.

  “Sex on the Beach, you want to drink more?” Brooke laughed.

  “Yes, more of you.” Alec weaved his fingers in between hers as they trailed back up the sandy beach to his condo.

  “By the way, Cinderella only loses one shoe, not both.” Alec dangled the shoes in front of her.

  Brooke smiled. “You should know by now that I’m no Cinderella.”

  “Point taken, but you are my beautiful princess.” Alec pulled Brooke’s chin up and kissed her with a promise of something he was ready to give. But would she want it as well? Or would she leave again? He wanted to keep her safe from all the Marshalls of the world and horrible notes. Alec wanted to ensure she never cried again. Not out of hurt.

  They made it back inside, and Brooke collapsed onto the couch. It was obvious she was exhausted physically and emotionally.

  Alec locked the door. The sight of Brooke crashed on his couch was somewhat comforting. He was happy she had finally confided in him what was bothering her. If he saw Marshall again they would have words. More than words, most likely. Alec had never been one to restrain.

  He picked Brooke up gently and laid her down on his soft cotton sheets. She was like an angel with her golden brown locks spread around her. Alec leaned down and kissed her head. He pulled up his comforter and covered her. She obviously needed to rest. He smiled knowing he had given her such a physical workout. A long night of sleep would do her good. In the morning they could talk more and he could make her feel more comforted and comfortable in his home. He didn’t want her to ever leave. Brooke was too ready to walk. Alec would find a way to her heart. She had finally opened up, though it had been an accident. He would use this as an opportunity for her not to close up again. Alec wanted all of Brooke. She had his heart and he wanted hers as well. But she needed to give it on her own accord. He had to make her feel safe. She was so guarded. Had the note caused her to fear? Was she trying to protect herself from being hurt? If Alec had received a note like that he would have laughed. But Brooke was different, she was so strong and yet she seemed so vulnerable. Maybe the note had wrecked her self-esteem. Women were so different. Alec shook his head and ran his fingers through his hair. One thing was certain, Brooke had a hold on him that he had never experienced before. She was constantly running through his mind. Not just what he wanted to do with her, but what he wanted to do for her. Brooke’s happiness meant so much to him.