Beach Daddy

by Mia Ford

  “Well, you look well this morning.” He laughed.

  “Shh, stop yelling,” I said, holding my temples and pulling myself up and into my bedroom.

  “I figured I would find you like this,” he said, quietly shutting the bedroom door. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen a girl drink that much whiskey.”

  “I don’t think anyone ever has,” I replied, sitting down and looking up at him.

  “Well, here,” he said, holding out a paper bag.

  “I hope there isn’t whiskey in here,” I said, taking it from him. “That old wives’ tale of curing a hangover with more alcohol doesn’t actually work. I know. I went to college.”

  “No.” He laughed. “That is a bacon, egg, and cheese bagel, some Tylenol, and a bottle of water. It’s a hangover cure in a bag.”

  “You are a saint,” I said, opening the bag and dumping it out on the bed.

  “I need you to be mobile,” he replied. “It’s time for that personal ski day.”

  “Do they make wheel chairs with skis?”

  “No.” He chuckled. “Eat your sandwich, take a shower, and I promise you will feel much better.”

  I looked at him for a moment and shrugged my shoulders, figuring I wasn’t getting out of it, and in reality, I didn’t want to. I ate my bagel and then moved into the shower, smiling at him awkwardly as I closed the door. It felt strange to be naked with just a door between the two of us. I had every plan in the world to sleep with him, but not yet. I showered quickly and dried my hair, so it wouldn’t turn into ice when I went outside. I pulled on my snow pants, a thermal, a sweater, and the thinner, down coat that I had bought. I could move, I didn’t look like a stuffed sausage, and I was excited to get going. I pulled on my ski cap and twisted a scarf around my neck, nodding happily at my reflection.

  “Okay,” I said, stepping out. “I’m ready.”

  “That is much better than your multilayer, ready for Alaskan ice fishing look,” he joked, grabbing his jacket.

  Our day out on the slopes was more amazing than I thought it would be. We started out on the bunny slopes, just working on techniques, talking about what to expect at the next level up, and having him show me some hip movements that would increase my control and movements. I had to admit, feeling him behind me, his hands grasping my hips and moving them where he wanted them, was slightly distracting, and I wasn’t the least bit cold at that point. I could have stayed skiing like that for the rest of the day and never had an issue with it.

  After about the sixth run on the bunny slopes, we decided to move up a level and try out the intermediate slopes. I had to admit, they were a bit more daunting than I thought, and I swallowed hard, standing at the top of the slope, not sure I was ready to go plummeting down yet. Cameron walked up beside me and smiled, reaching out and running his finger across my red cheeks.

  “You’ve got this,” he said. “And I’ll be right behind you. Remember, if you feel like you are out of control, just sit down. That is the quickest way to stop. I’ll make sure you have no one but me behind you.”

  I nodded my head, instantly feeling more confident. It was strange how he was able to push me up, when all I had been used to for the last three years was being pushed down. I had a warm sensation in my chest, and I used that to find my brave. I pushed off and leaned forward, tucking my arms to my side and moving my hips just how he taught me. I was actually doing it, and I had to say I loved every second of it. The cold wind whipped across my skin, and for the first time in a long time, I felt completely alive. However, as I began to approach the bottom, my nerves shot up, and I realized that I had no idea how to stop. I put my poles down and dragged them through the snow, attempting to slow myself down. It was working well, but my knees were getting wobbly, and as I slowly came to a stop at the bottom, I lost my balance and fell straight down on my butt, laughing hard as Cameron slid gracefully down beside me.

  “Not the most graceful end.” He laughed. “Nonetheless, you made it down and with amazing form.”

  “Well, thank you,” I said, reaching out for his shoulder.

  After that, we turned our skis in to the concierge and headed over to the lounge for some hot chocolate and warmth. My cheeks were red, and my hair was windblown, but I felt absolutely amazing. I held the hot cocoa tightly in my hands and sipped at it, the warmth stinging the skin on my hands. Cameron met me at the table and set some warm croissants down in front of us. I picked one up, pulling apart the freshly baked bread and shoving it in my mouth. I was hungrier than I thought.

  “So, I was wondering,” he said. “How long are you going to be here?”

  “Hailey and I decided to stay through New Year’s,” I said, smiling. “Luckily, the room was available for extension of stay.”

  “That is really awesome,” he replied. “So, I was wondering, would you consider being my date for New Year’s? The resort holds this amazing party, and I figured we could get all dolled up in our best black-tie attire and make everyone jealous.”

  I smiled and looked over at him, knowing that it sounded like the perfect way to bring in the New Year. I nodded my head, with my cheeks glowing red, and took a sip of my hot cocoa. I had never been to a party like that for New Year’s before, nor had I ever had anyone to ring the New Year’s in with. Grant was always out of town on New Year’s, and I didn’t feel right going out without him, even though it never stopped him from going out without me. This year, though, it looked like I was not only getting to attend an extremely glamorous party, but I was going to be on the arm of one of the handsomest men in the building. I was already excited about it.

  “I’ll get the tickets for us today,” he said, smiling. “I’ll get a third ticket for Hailey.”

  “She will be very excited,” I said.

  “And you?”

  “Let’s just say, I’m already wishing that New Year’s Eve was here,” I replied with blushed cheeks.

  The rest of the day was spent eating lunch at the restaurant and going back out on the slopes. I had gotten the skiing bug, and now, I regretted not being out there more. I still had a few days left, and now that I felt comfortable, I could go hit the slopes while Cameron was teaching a class, not worried that I was going to eat shit or break an arm. This vacation had turned into something that I hadn’t expected, and I was loving every second of it. Though my time was drawing to a close, I still had New Year’s Eve, and I was going to bring in the New Year with love, lust, and probably a whole lot of alcohol. I felt like a brand-new woman, ready to face my life with optimism and without fear. Now, all I had to do was finish what I had promised Hailey, and that was to sleep with Cameron, enjoy the experience, but not prolong the inevitable. Hopefully, sex with him was going to be the best part of my vacation, and then I would be gone.

  Chapter 17

  New Year’s Eve

  Cameron

  I stood in my room, straightening my bow tie and smoothing my hair back with gel. I smiled at the chic look I was putting on, knowing that I hadn’t gotten dressed up like that since my sister’s wedding forever ago. Even then, I wore tennis shoes, but tonight, I was pulling out all the stops, wanting to wow Bea right off the charts. I had been watching her for several days, zooming down the intermediate slopes, having a blast while I waved from my training spot. Glen was still not back, but I was more than happy to teach the classes on my own, especially since every afternoon, on my break, Bea would meet me for lunch. It had become such a normal and comfortable thing, and I was nervous about how it was going to feel when she left. Aspen had become the glamorous and exciting place that it was for me because of Bea, not that I had long left here, either.

  I walked into the living room of my suite and grabbed my tux jacket, pulling it over my shoulders and pulling my cuffs out at the sleeves. I buttoned the front buttons and put my hand in my pants pocket, turning toward the mirrored wall and looking at myself. I looked like James Bond, only without the super gadgets that his tux would normally come with. I looked down at my
watch and jumped slightly, realizing I was going to be late if I didn’t hurry up. I grabbed my keys and winter pea coat and headed out the door. When the elevator doors opened, there was Brian, looking dapper as ever in his tux, and nodding at me as I climbed in.

  “Picking up Hailey?”

  “Yep,” he said. “Picking up Bea?”

  “Sure am.” I laughed.

  “This is going to be epic,” he said with a straight face.

  “I believe you may be right,” I replied, patting him on the back as the doors opened to the fifth floor.

  We walked out and up to the room, pushing the cracked door open and peeking inside. Both of their rooms were shut, and the living room was empty, so we strolled inside, looking around. Brian walked over to the bar and sat down the bottle of champagne that he brought. I nodded at him and grabbed the glasses over the wet bar and walked them to him. He popped open the champagne and filled the four glasses with bubbly.

  “Ladies,” I said. “We are here.”

  “Coming,” Hailey yelled.

  I looked over at Bea’s door as the doorknob turned, and it began to creak open. Slowly, she stepped out, taking my breath away. Her hair was down, cascading in big curls over her shoulders and down her back. Her makeup was dark and striking, making her green eyes stand out more than normal. Her lips were painted with a dark red, matte lipstick, and I couldn’t help but want to immediately kiss her lips. My eyes trailed down her body to the spaghetti strap, silver-sequined dress that draped sensually over her breasts and her curves, stopping when it hit the floor. She blushed at my reaction and smiled over as Hailey walked out of the room, looking amazing as well.

  “We are going to make some men jealous tonight,” I said, looking at Brian.

  “Yes, we are,” he said, laughing.

  We all drank a small glass of champagne and then headed down to the party. We started with a plated dinner, and then moved on to dancing and drinking the night away. We all got amazing little New Year’s Eve hats, and I had to admit that even though I probably looked damn stupid in mine, Bea looked really sexy in that silver-sequined top hat that matched her dress. While Hailey and Brian disappeared, deciding to spend the rest of their night in the suite he rented for the night, Bea and I stayed downstairs with the crowd, smiling and laughing as we danced closely together under the neon strobe lights and falling confetti. I couldn’t remember a time where I had more fun with a woman, and I didn’t want the night to end. She looked absolutely radiant in her dress, although my mind wandered from time to time, thinking about getting her out of that dress and into my arms.

  We were having so much fun that I hadn’t even realized how late into the evening it was getting until the projections started and showed the New York City ball getting ready for countdown. Although being around all of these people was fun and exciting, I really wanted to have that moment where we shifted from one year to the next, alone with Bea. I leaned over and kissed her cheek, taking her champagne from her hands.

  “Come on,” I said, grabbing my coat, and putting it around her shoulders. “I have a better place in mind for ringing in the New Year.”

  She smiled at me and pulled the coat around her shoulders, holding it tightly in front of her. I took her hand and led her from the event room and across the marble floors of the lobby. When we reached the doors, I held them open, stepping out into the cold and snow. I walked up next to her and scooped her into my arms, cradling her as I took the semi-shoveled path around to the courtyard where I had watched her laughing and smiling the first day she got there. Who knew that we would have come this far, that we would be wrapped around each other on this beautiful New Year’s Eve? She smiled and giggled as I held her close, turning toward the slopes where I knew the resort would be shooting off fireworks. We could hear the people on the inside, coupled with the people out in the yard, counting down to the New Year. I leaned down and whispered in her ear.

  “Five, Four, Three, Two, One, Happy New Year,” I said.

  She turned her head to me as the first blasts of fireworks shot up into the air, coloring the snow in blues and purples all around us. She looked absolutely gorgeous under the sparkling lights, and I leaned forward and pressed my lips gently against hers. I could feel fireworks of my own going off in my chest as our warm mouths pressed against each other. She reached her arms up and wrapped them around my neck, letting me kiss her deeper and more passionately. My hands gripped tightly to her sides as my tongue moved across her crimson lips, her breath increasing with every stroke. Her lips opened to mine, and heat took over as I plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting the sweetness of her lips.

  When we finally pulled apart, we were both out of breath, our lips curling up into smiles and laughter echoing from our chests. We looked back up at the fireworks and neon lights streaming down the slopes, the sounds of cheers and parties flowing through the air. I had never viewed New Year’s Eve quite like I was at that moment with Bea in my arms. She was everything pure and sweet about my life at that time, and I knew exactly what I wanted to do to ring in the New Year.

  I carried her back to the front of the building and laid her gently back down on her feet. A crowd of people came out of the doors, laughing and smiling as they passed, but her eyes stayed locked on mine. I thought about asking her if she wanted to go back to the party, but I already knew the answer, and mine was exactly the same. Before I could speak, she reached out her hand and pulled me close.

  “Come with me,” she whispered, just inches from my lips.

  I could feel my cock twitch in my pants, and electricity shot through my chest. All I could do was nod my head, agreeing to follow her anywhere she wanted to lead. We walked back into the resort and over to the elevators, smiling as people exited. We climbed inside and stood to the right, letting the others join us as well. Slowly, the elevator moved upward while we stood close together, tightly clutching each other’s hand. When the elevator reached the fifth floor, we smiled at the others and exited, walking to the door and waiting for Bea to get her key card out. When we entered, I shut the door behind us and watched as Bea moved gracefully into the living room, turning on the gas fireplace in her room and the living room. She took my coat from her shoulders and hung it on the hooks, turning around and smiling sweetly at me.

  I walked carefully across the room and leaned down, kissing her softly on the lips. She smiled again and pulled off her heels, setting them by the fireplace and grabbing the blanket from the chair. We sat down on the couch and watched the flames begin to build behind the glass front of the fireplace. The shadows of the flames danced across the room as the fireworks exploded outside. I pulled her in close to me, wrapping my arm around her and leaning back, undoing the bow tie around my neck. Bea rubbed her hand up and down my chest, pressing her fingertips in as she moved. The tension between us was palpable, and I could barely control the erection growing in my pants as I glanced down at her barely-covered breasts.

  She swung her legs up and over my lap, the slit in her dress falling to the side, revealing her leg all the way up to her thigh. I pulled one hand up on her knee and the other to her face, pulling her in for another kiss. This time, I could feel the passion and lust behind her lips, and it pushed heat through my entire body. I leaned forward, kissing her deeper and deeper, slowly moving my hand up her quivering thigh and to the edge of her dress. She breathed heavily into my mouth, pulling her hands up to the buttons on my shirt and slowly pulling them through the holes. Her fingertips moved over my bare skin, sending butterflies shooting through my stomach.

  I reached forward and pulled her fully in my lap, pushing her dress up to the slit and around her waist. She wrapped her legs around my waist and pushed her body across my rock-solid cock. I groaned, grabbing her waist and thrusting my hips upward, watching her as she closed her eyes and leaned her head back. Slowly, she lifted her hands to the straps on her gown and pulled them down her arms. Her dress fell down around her waist, and her breasts bounced slightly from t
he movement. They were perky, firm, and big, and I leaned forward, sucking her nipple into my mouth. I couldn’t take much more. I needed to get her naked, to taste her body on my lips.

  I reached around and grabbed her ass with both hands, scooting forward on the couch and standing up, wrapping her legs around my waist and walking toward her bedroom. Once inside, I kicked the door closed behind me and sat down on the edge of the bed, groaning as she began to grind her hips along my restrained shaft. I pushed my cock upward as she slid along it, our motions matching and becoming more and more heated by the second. I could feel the heat between her legs, and I knew that I needed to know what it felt like to be deep inside of her, to hear her scream out in pleasure, and to feel her juices as she came.

  I wanted to know every part of her before the night was over.

  Chapter 18

  Bea

  Everything about the feeling of Cameron’s hands on my body felt right. Every swish of his tongue against my breast, every stroke of his strong, rough hands, and every thrust of his hips against my wet mound. He sat us down on the edge of the bed, and I ran my fingers up the back of his neck, tilting my head and kissing him passionately. The feeling of his tongue lapping through my mouth, the taste of whiskey on his breath, and the feeling of his heated breath in my throat turned me on more than anything else had my entire life. I felt like I couldn’t be close enough to him, like my aching wouldn’t stop until he was deep inside of me, filling me to the brim with his cock. From the feeling between my legs, my dream had been accurate, and his shaft was long and thick. My pussy was basically drooling to get him inside of it, but I had to hold out, not wanting this to be a short encounter, especially since I planned on it being the only one.