by Allie Gail
“Nothing to worry about there.” And then, unbelievably, he pulls me into his arms and starts singing. Actually singing, can you believe it? The guy who once called me a fruitcake is actually serenading me! In tune, at that.
Pressing his cheek against mine, he croons the lyrics to some corny but beautiful old song that I recognize in an instant.
I Only Have Eyes For You.
Happiness wells up in my chest, bubbling over into euphoria, and for one bewildering moment I’m afraid. Afraid that my raging emotions will take over and I’ll start laughing or crying or something unhinged like that. Something that will only make him think I’m more batshit crazy than he already suspects.
And maybe I am. How can I have such intense feelings for someone I’ve known for such a short time? Is this what insta-love feels like? Oh God, I’m in way over my head here. So far over my head, I can’t even touch the surface. I’ve never felt so terrified and ecstatic and alive in my life.
It was just sex, I remind myself. The best sex ever, yes, but don’t try to make more of this than it is. Just don’t. You’ll only end up getting hurt.
Still, I can’t help but wonder…
Is this moment the start of something wonderful?
Or will I inevitably look back on it with regret?
Chapter Twenty
Sometime around eleven o’clock, after our third round of sex but before the deluxe pizza with extra cheese, Leah went next door just long enough to retrieve Charlie. Now the mini terror is running in circles on top of my stomach, happily chasing his own tail. I’m not sure how he knows precisely where my bladder is, but he manages to step on it with every revolution.
From beside me, I hear a soft giggle.
“That’s his way of telling you he’s tired of waiting for his breakfast,” she explains.
“What makes him think I’m gonna feed his fat ass?” I grumble. But I pull one hand out from under the covers and scratch his fuzzy head nonetheless. Little pain in the ass. He better be glad he’s cute.
Yawning, Leah stretches languidly before scooting upright. “You need to go out, boy? Huh? Do you?”
He crouches down on his front legs and barks enthusiastically.
“Okay, okay…” Snatching one of my t-shirts off the floor, she pulls it on over her head and then slides out of bed, padding across the floor with a hyper Charlie at her heels. “Be right back.”
I consider curling up and going back to sleep, but quickly change my mind when I glimpse her strolling out of the bedroom wearing nothing but my shirt.
Hopping up, I stumble over my own feet in my haste to yank on a pair of jeans. I’m drawn to her like a magnet – wherever she is, that’s where I want to be. It’s a little disconcerting. Christ, one taste of her pussy and already I’m whipped. What’s that all about?
Well, to be fair, it was more than one taste. We’ve been going at it like horny rabbits all night long. I have no idea how she’s able to stay wet for so long, but what I do know is that I intend to take full advantage. I don’t care how sore my dick gets, one look from her and it’s go time again.
She’s a little blonde Spanish fly. I’ve never been this hot for anyone in my life.
And I love it. I fucking love it.
I make a quick trip to the bathroom and then follow her outside, settling in one of the patio chairs to watch as she opens the gate and lets the dog out. She looks so sexy this morning, hair all tousled and tangled, my Led Zeppelin shirt hanging down to mid-thigh on her. Knowing she’s commando underneath makes my dick twitch yet again. I swear to God, she’s turning me into some kind of sexual deviant.
“I need to do a load of laundry before we leave,” she tells me, bringing me back down to earth. “Shouldn’t take more than an hour and a half, okay?”
“We have all day.” I pat my knee. “Sit.”
Smiling, she makes herself comfortable on my lap, wiggling her bottom in a way that I suspect is deliberate. She’s such a naughty minx. “You do own a pair of board shorts or something, right? I mean, I know you like to swim naked and all but I’m pretty sure they frown on that at public beaches.”
“I’ll bring my Speedo.”
“Please tell me you’re joking.”
“Why – you don’t think I’d look good in a Speedo?”
“No one looks good in a Speedo.”
“I think I’ll wear one anyway. Just to prove you wrong.” I’m kidding, of course. I wouldn’t be caught dead walking around in something that, if you ask me, resembles women’s panties.
“Yeah? Well, good luck cramming your anaconda into such a confined space.”
“That’s not the – wait, my what?”
“You know what! That twelve-inch monster you’re lugging around.”
I laugh, tickled by her flattering reference to my wang. “Uh…honey, I appreciate the compliment and all, but I’m pretty sure it’s nowhere near twelve inches. Probably more along the lines of eight or nine.”
“If you say so.” She leans back to rest her head against my shoulder. “All I know is, the first time I saw it, I wondered why you didn’t just wrap it around your waist and use it as a belt.”
I ponder this for a moment. It’s a nice, healthy size, sure, but I never thought of it as centerfold fodder. So either she’s going out of her way to soft-soap me, or – and I hope this is the case – she’s been shortchanged in the past. I consider asking, but that would be opening a whole can of worms I’m not ready to deal with. I’d rather not have to think about her writhing and moaning underneath someone else.
Although I must say, it’s satisfying to know that what’s-his-face apparently sports a shrinky dink.
I slip a hand underneath her shirt – my shirt – and navigate my way between her thighs to finger the soft, delicate folds of her pussy. I can’t leave it alone. As long as I’ve got carte blanche with her sweet, supple body, I’m going to milk it for all it’s worth.
She sucks in a breath and arches her back, and I smile to myself. After taking all I had to give last night, she’s still ready for more. This girl is too good to be true.
I slide a finger inside her, wetting it before giving her clit a series of flicks with my fingertip. She whimpers softly, her hands clenching my forearms tightly.
“How’s that feel?” I murmur against her ear. “You like that?”
“That’s a…stupid…question,” she pants.
“I’m glad to hear it.” I wrap my free arm around her waist, pulling her against my swelling hard-on. “Because you’re not getting up from here until you come for me. Again.”
She has no argument for that. I continue stroking her, rubbing her, ignoring my own straining erection as I concentrate on bringing her to the brink. It’s become a personal mission for me. To supply her with an obscene amount of orgasms. Don’t ask me why. Maybe it’s because watching her come gets me going like nothing else.
Her thighs begin to quiver, a clear indication that she’s almost there. I can read her so easily. Last night was a lesson spent learning every response, every curve, every nuance of her body. One night, and I know it almost as well as I know my own.
“That’s it, baby…” I plunge two fingers inside her as she comes apart on my hand, squirming, her breath hitching, fingernails digging into my arms. Biting her earlobe gently, I close my eyes and groan at the sensation of her tight, wet pussy pulsing and contracting around me. God, I’d love nothing more than to feel her riding my cock bareback.
Wonder if that’s an option? I’ll have to think of a tactful way to bring it up.
“Mm,” she sighs, relaxing against me. “Good morning.”
“And a good morning to you too, sunshine.”
“That’s a new way to start the day.”
“Better than coffee and doughnuts, don’t ya think?”
“Oh, I don’t know. What kind of doughnuts are we talking about here?” She turns her head to grin at me.
“Jelly.” I nuzzle her nose with mine.
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nbsp; “Raspberry or lemon?”
“You're not helping my ego here, doll.”
“Better than any kind of doughnuts,” she amends, wiggling her ass against my iron stiffy. “Better than chocolate, even.”
“That's what I like to hear. Did you manage to get any sleep?”
“You know darn well I didn’t. Not that I’m complaining or anything…”
Hearing our voices, Charlie barks twice and then scratches his paws against the wooden gate, demanding to be let back in.
“Huh. Well, at least he’s considerate with his timing,” I comment.
“I doubt that was on purpose,” she laughs, climbing off me to go unlatch the gate. “But hey, we’ll give him credit for it anyway.”
“Good job, buddy.” I reach down to automatically pet his head when he makes a beeline straight for me. I guess it bodes well for me that her dog seems to like me so much. “All right, scoot. Both of you. Go feed this butterball and get your laundry done so we can take off. I don’t know about you, but I’m ready to hit the beach.”
“Looks like you’re ready to hit something, all right.” She glances down at the bulge in my jeans with a sly smirk. “Are you a hundred percent sure it’s the beach?”
“You’ll find out soon enough. We have all day.” Gazing at her speculatively, I add, “All night…all week…however long you like. We have all the time there is.”
The place in Fort Walton is pretty much what I expected. Your standard Florida vacation house, complete with palm trees in the yard and nautical furnishings inside. It’s kitschy and charming, if lacking the eccentricity that is quintessentially Leah. Maybe that’s because she shares it with her brother. He might not appreciate her eclectic tastes.
We were planning on heading straight to the beach after lunch, but as we’re changing into our swimsuits and rubbing one another down with suntan lotion…well, let’s just say one thing led to another. Next thing you know, she’s bent over the bed and I’m fucking her Coppertone-oiled pussy from behind.
Beach life. Gotta love it.
Eventually we manage to keep our hands off one another long enough to get dressed. We cram a couple of towels and some extra sunscreen into a canvas bag and head to the beach by foot, leaving Charlie behind with a full dish and his favorite chew toy. Dogs aren’t allowed on the beaches here without a permit, and you have to be a local resident in order to get one.
It’s humid and muggy as all hell outside, but one whiff of the briny air and I know we don’t have far to go. I can already smell the sea breeze – that fresh, salty tang that perfume manufacturers have been trying to recreate for years. I doubt they’ll ever succeed.
“Hey, Mr. Sutton!” Pausing on the sidewalk, Leah waves to an elderly man who is spraying his flowerbed with a garden hose.
He nods. “Miss Leah. Ain’t seen you in a spell. Whatcha been doin’ with yourself?”
“I’ve been pretty swamped with work for the past few months. Haven’t had a lot of spare time on my hands.”
“Come to check out the fireworks?” He’s talking to her, but I can see him eyeing me over his glasses. I wonder if I’m the first male guest she’s had here. Probably not, but I prefer to let myself believe I am just the same.
Leah seems impervious to his suspicious stare. “Yes, sir. How about you? Are you going to see them?”
“Reckon not,” he huffs with a shake of his balding head. “Ain’t no sense in me tryin’ to fight that crowd, is there? I can see ’em just fine from right here.”
“I guess that’s true. Well, it’s good to see you again – take it easy.”
“Uh-huh…y’all have a good time and be careful now, y’hear?”
I wait until we’re the next block over before confiscating one of her hands with mine. Just in case her disapproving neighbor is watching. “Do you come here a lot?”
“I used to come just about every weekend, when we first bought the place. Or…well, Shane technically bought it. I’m just the one lucky enough to have a friend in real estate who called me with the listing. I knew it would be a great investment, so I talked him into buying it. The owner was practically giving it away.”
“Why? Is it haunted?” I joke.
“You mean you haven’t heard of the Harmony Lane murders?” She stops in her tracks, facing me with wide eyes. “Oh wow, I probably should’ve warned you! Five years ago, six people were chopped into chow mein by an axe murderer in that house. Don’t you remember seeing it on the news? It was total carnage. Sometimes at night, you can see blood running down the walls and hear the ghosts of the victims screaming for mercy. I’ve gotten used to it, but I dunno, you might wanna sleep with earplugs tonight.”
“Uh…” I don’t even know how to respond to that. I mean, I’m pretty sure she’s kidding, but I’m still trying to recall whether I ever heard anything about a massacre in the Fort Walton Beach area. “You’re kidding, right?”
Abruptly, the seriousness is replaced with a mischievous smile. “Yeah, I made all that up. Actually, the owner got transferred to Connecticut and he was just trying to sell in a hurry. I think he was already loaded so money wasn’t much of an object to him. It was just luck on my part.”
Rolling my eyes, I exhale a sigh. “You’re warped.”
“What, you haven’t figured that out yet?” Humming to herself, she hops up on the curb leading to the beach’s public access entrance. “That would be cool though, wouldn’t it? I mean, not people being murdered or anything, but staying in a real haunted house.”
I make a mental note to take her to Baton Rouge for The 13th Gate as soon as Halloween rolls around. She’d love it. “That wouldn’t scare you?”
“Oh, please…dead people can’t hurt you. It’s the live ones you gotta watch out for.” Tugging at my hand, she pulls me impatiently down the boardwalk. “Look, there’s a perfect spot over there.”
“Okay, calm down, nobody’s gonna run off with the Atlantic.” Stepping off the wooden planks, we shuffle through the deep, sugar-white sand. All the rental chairs seem to be occupied, but the spot she picks out is about as far from anyone else as we’re likely to get. Which is to say, not far. Being the fourth of July, everyone and their brother is here.
No sooner have we spread out the beach towels than Leah sheds her cover-up and is off and running, her bare feet kicking up sand behind her. “Last one in has to pay for dinner!”
I strip off my shirt and follow behind, not really hurrying because I was planning on buying dinner anyway. My feet sink into the wet sand as I wade farther in. The water is warm from the July heat and just before reaching the horizon, it eclipses from turquoise into a darker sapphire blue. The dazzling sunlight makes the entire ocean sparkle with a dusting of millions of tiny diamonds.
A sheen of diamond dust flies my way as Leah splashes me. “Hey! Over here, Neptune.”
Ducking underwater, I grab one of her legs and jerk her down with me. We both surface at the same time, and I grin as she pushes streaming hair out of her face and makes a face.
“Eww! Why are you always doing that to me? Yuck, I got water in my mouth.”
“So?”
“So? Fish fuck in that water, you know!”
I burst out laughing so loudly, a couple of kids on a float turn to stare at us. “You see the world through demented eyes, you know that?”
“They poop in it, too,” she informs me. “Would you want fish poop in your mouth? Also, I hate to tell you this, but people pee in it all the time. Including me. Don’t judge.”
“All right, you’ve made your point.”
Springing into my arms, she grins playfully. “You don’t even wanna know what sperm whales do in this water!”
“Not without a visual aid, anyway.” I press my lips against hers in a G-rated kiss. It isn’t easy to restrain myself, especially with her legs wrapped around my waist, but there are way too many people out here for us to put on a performance of that caliber. I’d rather not be the reason some parent has to prema
turely explain the birds and bees to their kid. “Maybe you can show me later.”
“I really don’t think I’m the right species to recreate something like that,” she giggles.
“Oh, I think you could do it if you tried. Better yet, you could give me your impression of a remora.”
“A what?”
“Remora…you know, a suckerfish.”
She slaps me playfully on the arm. “You’ve already seen that impression, mister.”
“I’m always up for an encore.”
“Yeah, I noticed.” Her legs tighten around me, and I try to refrain from groaning as she presses harder against parts of me that don’t give a damn about us being in public.
“Did you get a new swimsuit?” I ask, trying to take my mind off…err, other things. This one’s black so at least you can’t see through it, but that doesn’t make it any less racy. Come to think of it, Leah could manage to pull off provocative in a tent-sized floral muumuu.
“No, this isn’t new. I have a drawer full of swimsuits. I used to come to the beach all the time, remember?”
“You should come more often,” I suggest. “With me.”
“Oh, I plan to. Every chance I get.” Her eyes sparkle wickedly.
I shake my head with a chuckle. “I was talking about coming back to the beach. But you know, in retrospect, I think I like your idea better.”
“I’m not sure what you mean,” she purrs, all innocence. “I was talking about coming here, too.”
Brushing my lips against her ear, I whisper, “That could certainly be arranged. Check with me again after dark.”
“I’m supposed to wait six hours? Oh, you’re just mean.”
“Ah-ha! See, I knew you were talking about sex.”
“Um…Myles.” Her eyes flicker to the side, away from me.
“You’re just as bad as I am.”
“Myles!”
“What?”
“You might wanna hold your breath.”
I look over just in time to see a wall of water rolling in. The massive wave crashes into us, ripping us apart and tossing us like limp jellyfish. When I’m finally able to regain my balance and stand, I find her adjusting her bikini top and laughing at me at the same time.
