by Amy Davies
We all sit, talk, and play in the sand and water. The kids are having a brilliant time. I’m happy the other kids have taken Posey under their wing, mainly Tucker, who is just the sweetest boy I have ever met.
Slide is currently being buried under the sand by Posey, Tucker, Linus, Lindy and Lewis. Only his head is uncovered. I think he’s enjoying playing with the kids as much as they are with him. Over the last few hours, I have seen a side to Slide that I could fall in love with. He is amazing with the kids, and his club.
They have talked about Risky being kidnaped and hurt, and how she went through it to save Edge’s nephew. I was given the full story of Jodie’s ex-husband and how her and Opal met after he had his accident.
This is what I have been missing: friendship. When things went south with Gretchen, I didn’t jump into making new friends, rather I spent all my time on Posey and getting to grips with Coffee Cove. But I’m glad Jodie walked in that day.
We have become fast friends, and even Risky, Ida and Sweets have let me into the little P-Town club. Yeah, you got that right, Risky calls her pussy P-Town, so she decided to call the old ladies her P-Town girls because they all have pussies.
“ROAR.”
I let out a little yelp, which thankfully doesn’t gain anyone’s attention, as Slide climbs out of the sand burial he just had. The kids scream and rush for the water. Tucker holds Posey’s hand, and they run together. I think we need to be careful with those two, because I can see a budding friendship growing and maybe turning into more. Posey adores Tucker, and he does her.
Slide runs after them before tackling Sweet’s oldest boy, Linus, into the water. They splash around for a few more minutes until Slide walks out of the ocean and heads in my direction.
I sit and clench my thighs at how amazingly sexy Slide looks. You know the scene in that lifeguard TV show where they walk out of the water and it feels like they are in slow motion? Well, I’m pretty sure I’m experiencing that right now.
Droplets of water drip down his body, over the grooves of his pecs and abs. His shorts are stuck to his muscular thighs, and the outline of his dick is visible, until he tugs the material away from his skin. Damn it.
My gaze travels up to his face and I see his smile. He steps up to me and holds his hand out.
“Come and get some ice cream for the kids with me.” It’s not a question, more like a soft demand, but I go anyway. “Prez, will you watch over Posey?”
“You got it, brother,” Magnum replies, and I give him an appreciative smile.
With my hand in his, we walk toward the cute ice cream parlor right on the beachfront. They have a little place inside for people to sit, and seating outside, but they also have a takeaway hatch. We stand in the line and Slide snakes his hands around my waist, pulling me to him.
“Even in the sea air and with the sunscreen you have on, you smell fucking amazing, sunshine.” His voice is husky as he nuzzles his face in my neck, kissing the skin just below my ear.
My already heated skin flushes even more as my body responds to his touch and the sound of his voice. Just being around Slide, I know he will be a dirty talker in bed, and it’s something that I love. Chris wasn’t one to go over the top dirty, but dirty talk gets me hot.
“Are we going to try this date thing again?” he asks me, bringing his face up so I can see his eyes.
Water still clings to his eyelashes and the stubble covering his jaw. His bright blue eyes seem brighter today, and his hair is spiked up from where he’s run his fingers through it to get it to stay back.
He smiles at me before he speaks. “Enjoying the view, baby?”
My gaze meets his and I smile at him, then lick my lips. His eyes track the movement, and I bite the corner of my mouth purposely, to get him hot. Hey, I’ve read the books and seen the movies; I know what biting my lips does to a man.
“I won’t lie, you are pretty to look at, Ryan Stern.” I smile sweetly at him this time, and he chuckles and kisses the top of my head.
“Pretty.” He scoffs. “I am not pretty, baby. I am fucking hot, sexy, devilishly handsome, and even have porn-star looks. Hell, I perform like a porn-star, as you will know soon enough.” He gives me a sexy wink, and my inner muscles quiver.
“Slide? Oh my God, it is you,” comes a high-pitched voice to our left.
I don’t have time to react as the woman throws herself at Slide and I’m pushed to the side. I hear her friends snigger, but I ignore them.
He quickly sets her on her feet and tries to step away, but she grips the waistband of his shorts, keeping him from moving, before trying to look sexy by licking her ice cream. His head snaps in my direction, and I can see the panic on his face as I stand there looking on.
I cock an eyebrow at him, and he tries moving back again, but she doesn’t budge.
“Do I know you?” he asks the woman, who’s wearing something that should be illegal or left for the bedroom. She fake gasps and slaps his chest, and he flinches away. He genuinely looks put out at having the half-naked chick fawn over him. It makes what he said about his feelings for me more solid.
I shake my head and decide to rescue him. He gives me a grateful smile as I start to move forward, then I grip her wrist and tug it away.
“Do you think you cannot touch my man’s shorts, please?” I tell her, as Slide moves closer to me and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
The look on the girl’s face can only be described as comical; eyes wide, mouth hanging open in shock. But then her face morphs into a slimy smile, the kind the mean girls in high school use when they’re getting ready to rip your hair out or say something really fucking mean.
“Oh, I see, you’re the flavor of the day, or should I say hour when it comes to our Slide.” She looks smug as shit, but I’ve dealt with girls like her my whole life, especially when having a brother like Leaf.
He’s what you call the popular boy who didn’t play sports, but everyone wanted to sleep with him or be best friends with him. They even used me to get to him. So, women like her don’t scare or bother me.
“You got that right, but I am one flavor that he will never forget. I will linger on his tongue and in his mouth for days after he’s tasted me. Now back the hell off my man or, honey, you’ll be wearing that ice cream you’re holding,” I state firmly.
“Is that right?” she says smugly, and steps closer to Slide, who sidesteps and stands behind me a little.
His hands find my waist, the heat from his touch searing into my skin. I look over my shoulder and smirk at him for hiding behind me from this chick. Leaning in a little, I kiss the corner of his mouth, before turning back to the woman.
“Yep. Now scurry along.” I shoo her with my hand, which she doesn’t like because her eyes narrow and her nostrils flare, making her look like a bull in drag.
“I suggest you—” she starts, but Slide cuts her off.
“I suggest that you get out of here, because my lady has a mean streak that she likes to show me all the time, because it turns me the fuck on to see her fired up. And now, thanks to you, I need to take her home and fuck her into my mattress,” he explains, as his hands tighten on my waist.
I feel his lips on my bare shoulder, and I see the girl’s eyes widen, before she huffs and storms away, her little sheep friends following behind her. Turning in his arms to face him, I see the smile on his face, but before I can speak, he slams his mouth onto mine, taking me in a heated kiss that should not be for public viewing. Our tongues play and dance as we savor the moment. The sounds of people around us fade away. Slide’s mouth takes over my senses, rendering my mind blank.
One of his hands moves down from my waist to my ass and cups the cheek, pulling me even closer, until we’re chest to chest, hip to hip. I let out a moan and then the cheers start. I giggle against his mouth, then we pull apart, and he rests his forehead against mine.
“I think we just gave everyone a soft porn show, baby,” Slide says, his voice deep with lust but with a touch of
humor.
“Yeah,” is all I can say.
Slide turns and gives a few men who are smiling at us a chin lift. They give Slide fist bumps, so Slide takes advantage of the situation.
“Check out Rugged Online Entertainment for more honeys.” He winks, and we step up to buy our ice cream.
Thirteen
Farrah
I walk over to the patio doors and pull them open, letting all the fresh ocean air into my house. Posey is at daycare today, which she loves because it’s Taco Tuesday, where the kids at daycare that are old enough to eat tacos get to make their own.
My girl loves her tacos. I mean, who doesn’t.
Smiling, I walk over to the kitchen and clean up our breakfast dishes from this morning. We were running late this morning as little Miss Posey couldn’t decide what to wear for Taco Tuesday.
Wiping the countertop down, my phone dings from the table. I walk over and pick it up, smiling when I see Slide’s name.
Slide: Are you busy today?
Me: Nope. Just got back from dropping Posey at daycare. It’s my day off, and I plan to relax with a book.
Slide: I’ll be there in fifteen.
My body heats up at the thought of seeing him again. It’s been two days since I last saw him, since the day on the beach. We’ve texted back and forth, but nothing face-to-face, even though he did drop the hint that he wants to have phone sex via video calling. I shot that idea down straight away, but we did FaceTime on both nights and it was a nice feeling to just sit and talk to him with no one else around listening in on what we were saying.
We connected, even through the screen on a cell phone. It makes me feel like I made the right decision to take another chance on him.
Something has shifted between us over the last couple of days. Slide explained to me about his family, that they come from money but never act like it. They’re a hard-working family and so are their children, and I can see that in Slide.
I talked more about my past growing up, my family and school and things with Chris in more depth. Slide is the type of man that can make you forget the world with just one look or word, and he does exactly that with me. I just hope I don’t regret it, but so far he’s giving me the solid faithful vibe.
Me: Okay, that gives me time to kick my boyfriend out after he stayed over last night ;)
I giggle and wait for his reply. The three dots appear, letting me know he’s typing, but then they stop. Then appear and stop again. I frown down at my phone, waiting for his text to come through, but after a few minutes of waiting, I give up and ignore the tightening of my stomach.
Didn’t he know I was joking around?
I bite my lip and send another text, but that one goes unanswered also. Placing my phone on the table, I make my way to my bedroom to change into my white bikini that consists of a strapless top and white bottoms covered in green leaves. Laying my dress out, I pick up a hair tie and pull my hair up off my neck, then head back to the kitchen to grab a drink, my phone and Kindle.
Walking out into the daily heat, I move closer to where my lounger is located. The small backyard is secured by a wooden fence that reaches just above my head, shielding us from others. There are string lights pinned to each post. We have a lovely Rattan patio set that includes a sofa, two chairs and a small coffee table. We also have a back gate that leads out to the beach.
Placing my drink and phone on the table, I sit on the lounger, making sure the cushions are rightly placed behind my back, and open my Kindle. After flicking through the Kindle’s library, I select a book by an author I love. I tap on the cover of a very hot guy with almost shoulder length hair. ‘Tank’ by Daphne Loveling opens, and my excitement grows because I have heard such amazing things about this book.
I settle in to start the book, but then I hear knocking coming from my front door. Laying my Kindle down on the table, I stand and pick up my phone before walking to the front door. My phone comes with me because I had a friend in college who was attacked as soon as she opened her front door.
Walking through my living space, I reach the front door and look through the peephole, sighing when I see who’s on the other side. He didn’t return my texts because he was on his way here to say whatever he has to say to me.
Pulling more air into my lungs, I open the door. As I do, Slide looks up and our gazes connect. He stands before me, and I drop my gaze, taking in his biker boots and jeans that have worn patches on them. Moving my gaze up, I take in his club cut that sits on his shoulders over a dark gray sleeveless shirt that leaves his arms bare.
My gaze hits his, but I don’t see the usual smile he wears when I see him. He’s staring at me, his face giving no emotion, until his eyes shift behind me. It all makes sense now. He didn’t get that my text was a joke.
He still says nothing.
“Do you want to come in or are you going to stand there and glare at me? Because I have to say, I have other things to do today,” I gripe, crossing my arms.
“I suppose I could come in. Hopefully, the other guy is sneaking out the back door, because if I catch the fucker, he’ll be a dead man.” Slide shrugs and steps into my house, purposely making sure that his hand grazes over my bare thigh.
They clench at the contact, and I see Slide smirk. Breathing in a deep breath through my nose, I close the door and follow him. He walks straight through the house and out into the backyard.
It’s only when I reach him that I notice he has a dark green canvas backpack over one shoulder. He drops it to the ground and starts to remove his cut. His t-shirt comes next, then he’s toeing off his boots, before unbuckling his belt and dropping his jeans.
I’m frozen to the spot, watching this should-be GQ model strip in front of me like he’s done it a million times, but then again, he’s used to getting naked for women. I shake my head, clearing my thoughts, and force my feet to move over to the lounger.
Taking a seat, I watch as a naked Slide pulls out a pair of black shorts. Thank God for my sunglasses; they are my savior right now. His thighs are toned, and he has a very trim waist with those obscenely hot V muscles that lead to… well, we all know where.
His cock is standing hard, proud, and pointing right at me, and I have to say, it’s pretty as hell to look at. I know most men wouldn’t want their dicks to be called pretty, but I think Slide would take it as a compliment.
“Like what you see, baby?” His voice breaks my focus on his body. I lick my lips and drag my eyes up to meet his, and I see he’s smirking at me.
“I do now,” I reply.
“Maybe you want to touch, feel and taste more than look,” he adds, and I nod. Words fail me at the sight of this man pumping his dick in his large hands.
Slide abandons his shorts and strides over to me, then leans down, forcing me to lay back on the lounger. Slide moves his body over mine. His dick rests on my thigh, and my pussy clenches at the contact.
Removing my sunglasses, his blue eyes pierce mine; no words are said as desire passes between us. No man has ever been this forward with me before, and if I’m honest, I find it refreshing. Sexy.
Still no words are said, so Slide moves in and kisses me as he rests his body flush against mine. The feel of his weight on me is a turn on. I’m not sure what it is about having him there, but it feels sexy, intimate, and secure.
“This needs to go, sunshine,” he says after he breaks the kiss, running his finger between the material and the top of my breasts, making goosebumps appear on my skin.
Slide grins down at me, and I reach up to pull his mouth back to meet mine. I feel the material covering my breasts move, and my nipples harden with need. His hand slides up and cups my breast, and I arch my back, pushing it further into his large hand. He tweaks the nipple, and I moan into his mouth.
“You like that, baby?” I nod because I seem to have lost my voice. He chuckles and moves down my body, kissing and nipping at my skin as he goes.
In a flash, my bikini bottoms are gone. He grips my hands
and pulls me to a seated position before ripping my top clear off my body and gently pushing me back down. We’re both naked and touching from chest to thigh. With a little shift, I open my legs, and Slide moans as his cock rests against my pussy.
I can feel the heat from him. I raise my hips off the lounger, pushing myself against his shaft harder, making him groan. With one hand, he reaches down and grips his cock, lining it up against my entrance, but then he stills, and his heated gaze penetrates mine.
“I want you bare. I am clean, babe. Will you let me slide into you bare?” he asks. I look into his eyes, and I see lust, need, and a shit ton of desire. A giggle escapes my swollen lips, and mischief dances in his eyes.
“What’s got you laughing, beautiful?” he asks me.
He rocks forward, his cock sliding between my sensitive pussy lips, the head of his dick hitting my clit almost perfectly. My giggling stops as I moan, and he smirks down at me.
“Not fair. I was only laughing because you used your name when you asked.” I stop, because it hits me how he got his name. My eyes close, trying to force away any images of Slide with other women.
“What?”
“How did you get your club name?” I ask him. His shoulders tense a little, but then he rocks harder. My head pushes into the pillow as his lips descend on my neck.
“I got it years ago. The boys said that I could make a woman so wet with how I talked to them that I could just slide right into them.”
I grimace, but he leans in and kisses me before I can reply. The kiss is all consuming. My hands are at the back of his head, holding him to me as our lips do all the talking. I feel the blunt head of his shaft press into me, and I gasp at the feeling of being stretched.
Bringing his head up, Slide looks down at me, his eyes hooded with desire. He licks his lips before leaning in to kiss me again as he pushes in further.
“Shit, you’re tight, babe. Oh fuck, I’m going to bust a nut in no time.” He pulls in a breath. “Not all the way in yet, baby.”
