by Eva Luxe
“This? Pray tell, Rebecca, what are you talking about?” Eliza said, giving the woman an irritated smile.
“This handsome man right here, is he your match? We’d heard some whispers but didn’t think they could be true.”
The other two women looked at me with venom behind their eyes.
“Believe them,” Eliza responded, taking a sip of champagne.
“Ohhh, I didn’t think you’d ever find the one,” the woman said, pricking my nerves. “None of us did.”
“How’s your husband, Rebecca?” Eliza inquired. “The fourth one, David, oui? I can never keep their names straight.”
The woman, whose name I just learned was Rebecca, contorted her face. “Fifth husband…” she corrected out of anger and embarrassment. “David was the husband before last. My husband’s name is Mark, which you know.”
Eliza tapped her lips thoughtfully. “Mark, Yes. How silly of me. Well, it’s nice that you can run into so many matches yourself. Who knew there were so many perfect men out there for you.”
I bit back my laughter. Eliza was as sharp as a double-edged knife.
“How much is she paying you?” One of the other women asked, folding her arms. With her sharp nose and pointed chin, she reminded me of the Wicked Witch of the West.
Eliza’s eyebrows dipped down, and her cheeks reddened.
More women were now approaching, surrounding our table completely.
I slowly got to my feet. I wouldn’t cause a scene, but I would put these women in their place. “How disrespectful of you to come over here and ask such ridiculous questions. Do you have no shame? Eliza isn’t like any of you. She knows her self-worth and doesn’t flit from man to man looking for validation.”
“How rude,” Rebecca said, putting her hands on her unsightly hips.
“Not as rude as you and your nasty coven. Be thankful none of my connections owns this place, or I’d have every one of your saggy asses thrown out.”
They all gasped and took a few steps back.
Eliza gave me a stunned look. I held my hand out to her, and she took it.
“Come on, love, this place isn’t good enough for our presence.”
“I couldn’t agree more, mon amour.”
With our heads held high, we walked away from the table and past the throng of rubberneckers.
“I hope you weren’t hungry,” I said once we’d made it outside. “I know you were looking forward to the French cuisine.”
“Well, there is room service,” she mused. “The chefs are well reviewed. It such a shame that those women couldn’t keep their ‘saggy asses’ glued to their chairs or their mouths shut.” Eliza straightened my bowtie and patted my chest. “Thank you, that was a very manly thing to do. It was so… you.”
“So me? Well, I couldn’t sit there and let them harass you. I meant it when I said I would protect you.”
“Oui, darling, you really did, didn’t you?”
After a delicious room-service dinner, we sat in recliners and dug our toes into the still warm sand, I poured Eliza a glass of Chardonnay and watched as she relaxed into her seat and stretched, her nipples protruding against the fabric of her sheer nighty.
My eyes lingered on her breasts, taking in the nice view. They were one of her biggest and best assets and were quite something to behold.
The night song surrounding us was soothing—the lapping sea waves, the gleep, gleep, gleep of the tree frogs and the chirp, chirp, chirp of the crickets.
“This island is really stunning,” I said, turning my eyes toward the private beach. It was tranquil, peaceful, and out of this world.
“It really is,” she agreed.
Too bad she was too stressed to enjoy it to its full extent, but I didn’t say that because I didn’t want to make her feel bad. If it weren’t for my presence, I was sure she would have run away the second she found out her ex was on the same flight.
“Tell me about your wife, Beckett. You loved her very much didn’t you.” She sipped her wine and peered at me over the rim of her glass.
A needle of pain stabbed at my heart, the way it always did when I thought about Cecilia. “Cancer. She fought for a long time but then her body gave up. Selfishly, I wanted her to keep on fighting. Keep on getting treatment, but her body was ravaged. We both made the decision that it was time for her to let go. I couldn’t let her suffer anymore.
“After that, my world fell apart. I fell apart. Wendy gave up everything to make sure I was okay. I can never repay what she did for me. How she looked after me. We had her when we’d just turned twenty. Cecilia dropped out of college to raise her. I worked two jobs to support us until my career took off. When my wife left this earth, Wendy became the parent.”
Eliza reached over and grasped my hand. “I’m sorry for your pain and for your loss.”
“Thank you,” I said grasping her fingers with mine. “After Wendy found Sam, I realized it was time to man up and face my demons. I’m as sober as a judge, and I’ll stay that way till I die.”
“You’ve been through a lot.”
“Haven’t we all? Not everyone comes out the other side. I did, and I count my lucky stars every single day.” I leaned back in my chair and looked up at the inky-black sky. “I wouldn’t have met you had I not gone through all the pain. That may seem like a stupid statement, but I guess things happen for a reason.”
“I like your positivity,” she said, swirling the small bit of Chardonnay left in her glass.
“I make it a point to be. Negativity yields no good results.”
It was hard to believe that a year ago, I used alcohol to numb my pain. Pain that clouded my judgment. Thankfully, I was free from that. I no longer needed to run and hide from anything. Therapy showed me how to deal with my demons.
There were days when they tried to come out of hiding, but no way, never again. I would fight them tooth and nail with every last breath I had.
But as much as I had in my life now—a successful consulting business and money in the bank—I was still missing something, and that something was right in front of me. When she agreed to be my wife, only then would I be complete.
Once she said I do, and the ring was on her finger, then I could say I had everything I ever needed.
“You’re correct, Monsieur.” She downed the rest of her wine. “There’s no point being negative. I shall take a leaf out of your book.”
I raised her hand to my lips and pressed a kiss to her palm. “Let’s go to bed, my love. I’m getting… sleepy.”
“Which bed?” she asked with a smile on her face.
“The biggest bed, of course.”
I helped Eliza off the recliner, and we walked hand in hand into the house and up to the bedroom.
It was spacious and cool, and the bedding was a gentle hue of brown. After preparing ourselves for sleep, I crawled in on one side, and Eliza got in on the other.
“You’re not tired, are you?” I asked, switching on the bedside lamp. “Be honest.”
“Not in the least.”
Eliza turned to look at me, and I felt myself melt under those soft, innocent eyes. Her makeup was off, and she had a face of a Goddess. Her lips were a dusky pink, and her face was so soft.
She smiled. “Want to guess my favorite spot on my body?”
I liked where this was going.
“Sure. Let me take a guess.” I lifted the covers and looked down at her body.
“Don’t remember what I look like?” she teased.
“Of course I do. But nothing beats a second look.”
That was when her nipples caught my eye. They were pronounced and hard—they always seemed hard as if she was perpetually turned on.
“Your nipples?” I said, lowering the covers down her body.
Eliza raised an eyebrow and rolled over to face me. “Your guess is correct, Beckett, darling. However did you know?” she asked, her curiosity was very honest.
“They’re very prominent, and they fight everything yo
u wear as if they want to be constantly touched. The more I get to know you, the more I realize you like nipple play, don’t you? The rougher, the better.”
Eliza’s cheeks colored with a cherry hue. Her eyes fluttered, and she covered her face. “Goodness am I that obvious?”
I lowered her hand from her face. “Don’t be embarrassed by what you desire. Let’s just say, every time I tweak and pinch, you writhe around and get very vocal.”
“Very perceptive of you. What am I going to do around you, Beckett? You see me in a way no one ever has.”
“Give up on trying to keep me away from you. It’s not going to work. I see you, Eliza. I know who you are.”
Chapter Ten
Eliza
Tingles overtook my body. I wanted him so much it hurt. No man ever saw to my center the way he did. It was like we’d known each other all our lives.
“Beckett?”
“Mm?”
I rolled over to him and wrapped my leg around his waist.
“Eliza, you’re acting naughty…”
“Indulge me.”
In the blink of an eye, our hands were all over each other. He was so strong and masculine, and I couldn’t get enough of his hot, manly, starved kisses. The way he touched and caressed me was so much more intuitive than any man I had ever known.
My pussy tingled with his touch, and I could hardly hold myself back from slamming myself onto his cock.
“You’re such a good kisser, darling,” I moaned into his mouth.
“That’s not all I’m good at.” He smirked as he grazed his rough hands over my luscious, breasts. My nipples puckered at his demanding touch, and my pussy contracted at his roughness.
“I’ll bet.” We both rolled over, so I was on top of him. Leaning down, I grazed my nipples over his lips and stubbled jaw, teasing the both of us.
He ran his hands all over my belly and up the sides of my aching body. I needed to feel his lips on my nipples. I needed him to bite and suck.
He held my wrists, and we rolled over again until I was pinned to the mattress.
“I’m in control of what we do tonight, Eliza. I’m calling the shots. Understand?”
“Oui,” I breathed out.
He kissed my belly and worked his way up to my sensitive breasts, and before I knew it, he had sucked one of my aching nipples into his mouth.
Beckett’s other hand lightly massaged my breast, and I found myself in heaven.
“Oh God, yes!” I moaned, squirming and jolting under his expert touch.
I arched my back and pressed my nipple further into his mouth. After a couple of minutes, he switched to my other nipple, rubbing his hungry tongue over it, lashing it with a vengeance.
His smooth lips felt so good against my skin. My moans were so loud I was thankful we were in such a secluded location so no one could hear me.
When he finished torturing my nipples, he kissed his way up my neck to my lips. He brushed his large fingers through my hair and ravished my mouth. His tongue teasing and searching my mouth. The way he kissed me told me one thing—he owned me.
I reached around and ran my fingers over his hard, muscular back. His body was amazing. So hard, yet so soft. He may be a man in his late forties, but he was a man who took care of himself.
But now it was time for me to return the favor. I slid out from under him, turned him around, so he lay on his back and pulled off his boxers.
“Remember what I said about being in control, Eliza?”
“I just want to see what’s in store for me,” I said, feigning innocence.
I whistled upon seeing the entirety of his gorgeous body. Sacré bleu, I would never tire of seeing him hard and dripping for me.
I smiled and kissed his chest, feeling his hard, sinewy muscles under my lips. My pussy was hungry for his massive cock, and this time I would get what I wanted.
I kissed my way down his chest to his belly and then down to his manhood.
He threw back his head and groaned before I’d even touched him.
I curled my fingers around his thick girth. His cock grew stiffer under my touch, and a clear bead of pre-cum appeared at the tip. I flicked my tongue softly over the head, causing him to cry out.
Slowly, I wrapped my lips around his sensitive flesh. I just loved the feeling of his flared head bumping up against the back of my throat. I reached down and stroked my clit as I sucked him into my mouth.
I couldn’t believe how wet I was. I’d never been this slick before.
I started slow, then worked him faster and faster, teasing his balls until he was bucking his hips on the bed.
“Watch,” I told him. I covered my fingers in the evidence of my arousal and smeared it all over his cock. Then, like a ravenous beast, I fell upon his shaft, tasting my juices as I sucked him off.
“Fuck!” He cried. “You’re going to make me cum too soon.”
I lifted my lips from his cock, and said, “Not if I can help it. There’s something both of us have been waiting for.” Without warning, I slid my aching pussy on top of him.
“I’ve never felt anything so tight in my life.” His large cock speared through my pussy lips as I sank balls deep. He felt so large and thick inside me that I thought he would split me in two.
Beckett gripped my hips as I rode him like a mad woman. I bounced up and down, twisted and writhed.
“You really know how to make a man happy,” he said reaching up and grabbing my bouncing breasts.
I grinned and rode him even harder. I felt so out of control like my body was telling me what to do and I had no choice but to obey.
My pussy throbbed and pulsed, and I clenched my inner muscles tightly around his cock.
I sank all the way down on his turgid shaft.
He manhandled my breasts roughly with his large hands, massaging one minute and smacking and pinching them the next.
After a few minutes, he lifted me off him and threw me down on the bed.
“You’re going to pay for trying to take over,” he said with a wicked grin on his face. “I told you how this evening would go.”
I pretend shivered as he climbed on top of me, his cock pulsing with energy. He cupped my face and kissed me hard as he lined himself up with my entrance.
“Are you ready for me, Eliza? Are you ready to take what I’m going to give you?”
“Oui, mon chèr, oui.”
With one, forceful thrust, he slid into the depths of my aching pussy. The force was so great, I let out a string of curses in both English and French.
I hooked my legs around his back and locked him inside me. He wasn’t going to escape. Not now, not ever. He belonged to me as much as I belonged to him.
He pressed his full weight on top of me. I felt so helpless and weak with him pinning me down. He was so dominant and powerful and exactly what I needed and wanted.
His thrusts became harder, deeper, more demanding as he neared his orgasm. Within minutes I felt his cock harden even further and his shaft stiffen inside me. I knew his release was imminent.
“Cum in me!” I cried out as he fucked my body hard.
He kissed me hotly as he slammed his cock one final time deep inside my aching pussy. I frantically milked and sucked his cock with my inner muscles as much as I could, coaxing his cum out of his balls and into my needy pussy.
My own orgasm washed over me, and I convulsed beneath him, my body alive with the electrified sensations scurrying through me, setting me on fire. I was floating, I was drowning, I would never feel normal again.
He cried out and covered my mouth completely with his as his cock began spasming inside me. Shot after ropey shot erupted from his beautiful cock, filling me up.
Fuck, and he wasn’t wearing a condom… and I wasn’t on the pill.
Chapter Eleven
Beckett
A warm breeze blew past infused with the salty scent of the sea. Being by the water, made me want to own a property on the beach. The sound of the water and the overall
silence soothed me and gave me a sense of calm I’d never known.
I flicked through my phone checking to see if there were any emergency messages.
And as I thought, there were none. My inbox was empty with zero emails.
I saw a few missed texts from Wendy and Sam checking in, so I texted them back and gave them a picture of the beach Eliza and I shared. Wendy worried about me too much, and that saddened me, but I didn’t blame her, I’d put her through hell, and I’d spend the rest of my life making that up to her. If I could do it all over again, I would. I’d be a better father. I’d be the parent and not someone who needed looking after.
Perhaps…. No, I was being silly even thinking such thoughts, but perhaps Eliza would want to have a baby with me. Last night we hadn’t used any protection, but surely someone as worldly wise as Eliza would be on the pill. Someone like her, someone so focused on her career wouldn’t want a family, but no matter what the future had in store for us, I still wanted her to be my wife.
Which reminded me about the box I had brought on the trip. She’d love the ring nestled inside. But what if… what if she said no? What would I do? The possibility of even hearing that word sent chills up my back.
There still felt like something was unresolved between us. It was hanging in the air like heavy, over-ripe fruit, yet I couldn’t tell what it was exactly.
I looked down at my phone and noticed that I hadn’t even pushed send on the pictures I’d taken for Wendy and Sam. I was so lost in my thoughts.
“Why does life have to be such a goddamn puzzle?” I sighed to myself.
Eliza knew she wanted to be with me, but the vibe I got from her is that she didn’t want to marry me just yet, or even admit that it was a possibility.
Fuck Louis Bernard to hell for hurting her so much. I could crack her ex’s neck very easily, but jail wasn’t my style. Though, I had the connections to still get it done. I let the anger in my gut simmer for a while. It was the only thing to get my mind working and not floating in the air in limbo.
