by K. Marie
I looked over to see Lauren staring back at me with a perplexed look. “I know that probably sounds crazy, but it's the truth. Garland is hardly the first man I’ve met or have been attracted to since being with John. But he’s definitely the first man to ever tempt me into acting on it,” I told her.
Lauren heaved a weary sigh. “This is probably a result of you having gotten married and becoming a mother at such a young age; you haven’t had much experience with men. But you can’t just throw all caution to the wind after knowing someone for only a day,” she told me, using logical reasoning as usual.
But there seemed nothing logical about my attraction to Garland. It was animal lust, pure and simple. And still, I just couldn’t see last night as having been a bad choice. I would have plenty of time later to beat myself up over betraying John.
“Relax Lauren, neither Garland or I expected it to go beyond sex, and that’s all there is,” I said, hoping to put an end to it.
“I get the sex part, Camry, but your problems with John are obviously larger than just that if you were willing to risk ruining things for a good lay,” she remarked.
I considered her words, before correcting her. “You mean a great lay.”
I just couldn’t help myself, I don’t know why I let the devil get the best of me. But thankfully, there’s a knock at the door before she could respond.
Having no doubt, it’s Marie, I got up in a hurry to let her in, smiling all the way.
Marie studied my face when she entered. “I guess the hen has already pecked you, so I’ll ask the important questions. Does that satisfied look on your face mean Mr. Hotness rocked your world?” she asked.
Sputtering a horrific laugh, I gave her a punch to the arm.
“Oh, don’t play coy with me, Cam. After worrying to death over your safety, I deserve all the raunchy details about what kept you away all night and morning,” Marie said, overly dramatic as usual.
I looked at her skeptically. “Worried to death about my safety? Did you think I’d gotten sold into sexual slavery?” I questioned.
Marie scoffed. “As if Mr. Hotness would hand you over to another man; he doesn’t seem the type to share.”
I just grinned, because I could always count on her to be over-the-top.
“Seriously, I’ve never known you to be a slut, Cam; it took you months to put out for John. So, I want to know was it was worth it?” she pressed, not letting me off the hook.
It took me only three months to have sex with John, hardly forever. But I must give myself away; I just couldn’t stop blushing.
“Oh my God, you’re actually blushing!” Marie exclaimed with disbelief.
I let out a girlie giggle.
“I knew it! Rocked your world, didn’t he?” she declared, grin all teeth.
“I have a question for you. Do you think having too many orgasms could actually send a person to the emergency room?” I asked with a smug smile.
“You hooker!” Marie gasped, “Hell yes that qualifies as having your world rocked!” she confirmed.
“Considering you slept until the afternoon, I’m guessing you were adequately exhausted from his sexual prowess,” Lauren remarked, tone sarcastically dry.
I love Marie, she had the unique ability of defusing tense moments and making my overly protective sister back the hell off.
However, still wanting to goad Lauren for some reason, I gave a nonchalant shrug. “Garland said I could sleep until my heart’s content; since I had such a tiring night. However, I’m now well rested and ready to have fun,” I said, trying to maintain an innocent face.
Marie gasped, clutching her chest theatrically. “My God, Cam…what has he done to you?” she asked, a horrified look on her face.
Lauren and I both laughed at her ridiculousness, and Marie soon joined in. But then she sobered. “Seriously, Cam, I get why you did it and I’m not judging you,” she said, having my back as usual.
I eyed her in understanding, knowing that her words had been meant for my sister to hear as well.
“So, you and Mr. Hotness all done now?” Marie asked.
Shit. I wasn’t yet ready to address the Keys-thing. “Well, not exactly,” I hedged, choosing my words carefully. “He offered to take me to the Keys, but I told him I would have to let him know.”
“I assume going to the Keys to be code for him wanting to hit that again?” Marie questioned, blunt as ever.
I choked out a laugh, while Lauren just shook her head in disgust. Marie had a real way with words.
“I know I should be a prude and discourage you from doing it, but that’s what you’ve got her for,” Marie said, nodding towards Lauren. “I say go for it, Cam, you only live once. If the man wants to take you to the Keys, you should let him. Besides, him hitting it two, three, or even four more times isn’t going to change anything in terms of cheating. It's the original sin that counts,” she added with a wink.
“Jesus, Marie…” Lauren lamented, giving her a disapproving look.
I simply smiled. The stuff that came out of her mouth could render one speechless. Not that her points weren’t sometimes valid; it's just her delivery that could use some work.
“What?” She asked of Lauren, who scowled at her. “The man has already screwed her six ways to Sunday, the least he can do is show her a good time while he’s at it.”
“Seriously?” I asked with incredulity, scoffing at her reasoning.
But even Lauren had to reluctantly smile at her skewed argument, such as it is. “Well, when you put it that way, I guess you have a point,” my sister conceded.
“I won’t say that I approve, but I also won’t object. Have your experience, Camry, it’s definitely something you should get out of the way before marrying. Just, be careful,” she said reluctantly, and with genuine concern.
I looked at her in surprise, suspicious of her easy acceptance. “That’s—thank you Lauren, but I’m in Miami for you, the Keys can wait,” I told her.
As much as I wanted to see Garland again, I felt guilty about bailing on Lauren.
“No, it can’t,” she said with a pointed look, “Whatever’s going on with you; you’ve got two more days to explore it.”
Hell must have frozen over…was that actually my sister speaking?
Marie nodded her head agreeably. “Ditto what Lauren said, Mr. Hotness has two more days to hit that, I’m sure he can handle it,” she said with an encouraging grin.
“That is not what Lauren said,” I returned on a laugh.
I decided to wait a couple of hours before texting Garland to let him know it was a go. Didn’t want to appear too eager.
But unable to delay it any longer, I finally called John. When he told me that he missed me, I felt terrible. I questioned how and why I was doing what I am with Garland. Yet, as we spoke, I had an unbidden image of Garland’s dark head between my thighs. Granted, what John and I have is good, but the visceral physical connection I shared with Garland was unlike anything I’d ever experienced.
After disconnecting from John, I called my daughter next. Autumn’s joyful energy perked me right up, and I smiled the entire time she told me about all the exploits she’d been having with her Grandparents. This is the first time I’ve been away from her for so long a period, but I felt a little less guilty knowing she’d been having fun and wasn’t missing me too much. Autumn was the only grandchild, and my father and stepmother both spoiled her, and enjoyed having her around.
After hanging up from Autumn, I decided I’d probably waited long enough to contact Garland. So, after shooting him a text, we made plans to set-sail that evening.
The girls’ and I decided it would be fun to rent motor scooters and go exploring for the rest of the afternoon. We rode through the historic art-deco district—with its vibrant pastel-colored buildings, and galleries and boutiques. We also hit Espanola Way, though disappointingly, we weren’t able to ride the scooters through the narrow, closed-off street that made-up the small Spanish Colonial area.
When we got to Lincoln Road, we finally parked and explored on foot. We visited the many shops, markets and eateries, and of course, bought lots of things we didn’t need.
Fourteen
Garland called when he arrived at the hotel.
When I met him out in front of the building, I saw that he was double-parked and standing with his back pressed against the front passenger door of the Range Rover. The man stood there with his arms folded across his chest as if he didn’t have a care in the world. He seemed oblivious to all the angry drivers honking at the inconvenience of having to go around his car. I grinned like a fool, my stupid heart doing weird things at just the sight of him.
He’d changed clothes since I last saw him, having switched to a pair of tan linen shorts and a bicep hugging black polo. A black leather belt wrapped around his trim waist. And he sported a pair of black leather loafers of the Italian variety on his feet. I couldn’t see his eyes, because a pair of black Ray-Ban sunglasses obscured half of his handsome face. However, I saw that the sexy hair was back as predicted, and that the sexy scruff was missing. If I didn’t know any better, I would think he was posing for a magazine cover offering a sneak-peak at wicked temptation. Sigh.
“Hey,” I said as I approached, coming to a stop in front of him.
Garland leaned in to plant a kiss on my lips in greeting, before opening the door for me to get in.
Now that’s a greeting I could get used to.
“You look beautiful, Camry,” he told me, after getting behind the wheel and pulling out into traffic.
I wore a cobalt-blue off-the-shoulder dress tonight. My strappy leopard print heels weren’t very practical; but were too damn hot to resist wearing.
“Thank you,” I told him, “You don’t look so bad yourself, even without the scruff,” I teased.
“You like me better with scruff?” he asked.
“I like you either way, but the scruff is sexy, I’ll miss it,” I said on a regretful sigh.
“It’ll be back soon enough; you won’t have time to miss it,” Garland assured me.
“Forget something tonight?” he asked a moment later, lifting my left hand from my lap.
I chose to leave my engagement ring off this evening. “Under the circumstances, I didn’t think it appropriate to wear,” I told him, feeling suddenly awkward. The man was too damn observant for comfort.
Garland shot me an indecipherable look, before turning his attention back to the road. “Good choice,” he said simply.
When we arrived at the marina, the yacht was in a different spot this time, eliminating the need for the motorboat. Compared to yesterday, everything seemed eerily still and quiet. The only other soul I’d seen thus far was Thomás, who’d greeted us upon boarding.
“There’s just the two of us and five crew today, I get to have you to myself,” Garland said in response to my comment.
I came prepared this time; happily anticipating another long night, I was glad it would be just the two of us.
Garland and I had dinner out on the covered part of the second deck, where we got to know each other a little better. We discussed some of my life back in Michigan, as well as his here in Miami. We talked about our work; with Garland sharing he owned a real estate development and investment company.
“I either build things or tear them down for profit,” he explained, putting it in lay-term for me.
The nightclub where we met was one such investment. He’d purchased it a year ago, overhauled it and made it profitable, and intended to sell it for an even heftier profit within the next six months. If the boat was any indication, I decided there were lots of hefty profits to be made in Garland’s business. I also surmised I was in the wrong line of work.
After dinner, we snuggled on the comfy gray sofa in the theater room as naturally as if we’d done it a hundred times before. It seemed such a normal thing to do, and I was happy to see that last night had been no fluke. Garland was definitely a cuddler.
He gave me first pick of the movies, and seemed impressed when I passed up the chick-flick in favor of “The Usual Suspects”, one of my favorites. He and I spooned with my back to his front, and he took full advantage of the opportunity to let his hands roam freely over my body.
“Mmm…you are completely distracting me from the movie,” I murmured lazily, as he kissed my neck.
“That’s kinda the idea,” Garland whispered next to my ear, before gently biting it.
I brought a hand up to caress his jaw; the stubble having already begun to sprout, and pushed my ass back against his erection. I smiled when I heard a low groan.
Garland ran his hand up my leg and underneath my dress, caressing my ass through the barely-there lace panties, before trailing his hand across my hip and between my thighs. He caresses me through the lace before moving it aside.
“You feel very distracted,” he teased, now slick fingers doing naughty things to make me moan.
“God, you’re bad,” I murmured, as his tongue traced the shell of my ear.
Garland’s fingers continued to tease, his touch driving me so close to the edge that my pride seemed to get lost somewhere between my legs.
“I need you to fuck me now,” I demanded, out of control.
Garland chuckled. “Your wish is always my command,” he told me, voice filled with promise.
I gasped when he entered two fingers deep inside of me. I still felt soreness from the night before, but it barely registered as I shamelessly grinded against his hand, on the verge of orgasm. But he stopped before I could get there.
“Nooo…don’t stop!” I cried in protest.
“Patience sweetheart, I’m about to give you what you want,” Garland chided, a smile in his voice.
Lifting himself over my body, he stood before me and extended a hand to help me sit.
I sat staring as he pulled his shirt over his head then quickly discarded the rest of his clothing. Garland’s eyes were full of lust as he lowered himself to his knees in front of me. He glided his palms up my thighs and underneath the already bunched dress, yanking the flimsy panties down my legs. A breath escaped my mouth when he pushed me unceremoniously backwards, my back meeting the sofa, then hiked my dress up past my hips. Pushing my thighs further apart, he moved between them and thrust into me.
I let out a low, lustful moan as he thrust into me again, repeatedly. “Is this what you want, Camry?” he asked, watching me intently.
Right now, I couldn’t think of anything I wanted more. “Yes, don’t stop,” I pleaded, digging my nails into his shoulders.
Garland pulled out, before pushing back into me slowly. “How do you want it, fast? Hard?” he asked, unfairly torturing me.
I felt a sweat breakout on my brow as I arched my back and moved against him. “Fuck me harder!” I demanded, self-control having completely vanished.
I threw my head back and moaned when he obliged, giving me exactly what I wanted. Until. “I think slow might be better,” the bastard said, slowing down.
I whimpered in protest as he pushed into me deeper, taking me close to the edge, but not enough to push me over it.
Not sympathetic in the least, he continued torturing me with every stroke, enjoying exerting his control. “I’m going to fucking murder you!” I threatened in frustration, meaning every word.
Threatening violence over an orgasm was a new low for me.
“You could use a lesson in discipline, but since you asked so damn nicely,” Garland said, tone smug.
He grasped my legs from around his waist and braced them against his shoulders, then fucked me like he meant it.
One awesome fucking orgasm later, I’m completely useless as my legs slide down bonelessly to hang off the sofa. After Garland grunts his own release, we both lay laboriously panting, winded and fighting for air.
“My God…you’re trying to kill me,” I grumbled, threading my fingers through his soft hair.
I could feel Garland’s chuckle vibrate through my
neck before he lifted his head to look down at me. “You can’t complain, I gave you exactly what you asked for,” he reminded me, wearing a self-satisfied look.
And he was nothing if not a giver.
Garland gave me a quick kiss before pulling himself to his feet. But as he went to pull his shorts back on, I realized I’d never gotten fully undressed. I reached to straighten my dress as best I could, hoping it wasn’t now a ‘Monica Lewinsky’ special.
“For some reason, I can’t seem to keep my panties on around you,” I accused, rising to my feet and sweeping my gaze across the floor.
I spied the scrap of lace halfway under the sofa.
“That’s because you don’t need them,” Garland told me.
“Nor do you need a shirt,” I shoot right back, giving him a leer.
“I’m all yours, Camry, your wish is my will,” he said, arms spread wide as if to say ‘come and get me’.
Of course, my mind went straight to smut-ville. “You really shouldn’t say shit like that,” I told him, a series of pornographic images flashing through my head.
Garland barked a laugh, then walked over to me and clutched the back of my hair with one hand. He forced my head back as he crushed his mouth to mine.
“I like you, Camry,” he murmured, face now serious, “Let’s go take a shower and see if I can’t get you to like me back.”
I’m pulled into consciousness by a persistent noise coming from close by.
“Yeah,” I heard Garland say seconds later, voice raspy with sleep.
His phone.
“When? Why are you calling me just now?” I heard him ask, a bit more steel in his words.
This was the first time I’d heard him speak on the phone. I saw him texting, but he’s never taken an actual call in front of me.
“You already know my position on this, get Drakos on it, and call me back when you have more information,” he ordered.
After disconnecting, I heard Garland place his phone down before lying back onto the pillow.
“Is everything alright?” I asked, rolling over to face him, “What time is it?”
