Disruption

by Victoria Johns

  After twenty agonizing minutes she appeared just as I was dishing up the second round of pancakes out on the breakfast bar. She cautiously took her seat and remained pensive as I served her.

  It was killing me and all my attempts to remain cool and casual disappeared. I dropped the pancake that I hadn’t yet taken a bite of back on my plate and sighed. “You regret it.”

  “I… What? It’s just… I…”

  “Think an awkward silence is going to help?”

  Forcing her to answer was bad enough, but actually waiting for her to produce real sentences was torture. Put me in a bare-knuckle fight, in a dark, cold basement over this any time. At least then I knew what my opponent’s aim and mindset was, simply kill me before I killed him.

  Bailey spoke, but the whispered words felt suffocated. “It’s you. Me. Us. This is huge, Zane.”

  “Only as huge as it needs to be. It doesn’t have to become an issue or disrupt anything.” I didn’t know where those words came from, their blasé nature were not what I really wanted to say and the relief that flooded her face when I finished them was dangerously close to putting me on the floor.

  Fuck, was that what she wanted? Casual?

  So, yeah, right then, I would absolutely choose that brutal, bare knuckle basement fight to the death.

  Desperate to take it all back, I forged ahead. “Enough of this depressing talk, eat so we can head out and explore.”

  “The last time we went exploring we broke into Mr. Halloumi’s pool house,” she said, a smile of pure pleasure transforming her face.

  It was the same one I’d grown up loving, crushing on all my life.

  I grinned. “His name wasn’t Halloumi.”

  “No, but I remember you called him that because his pool house smelled like cheese. It also meant the ticking off we got was worse because you poked fun at him.”

  “It definitely didn’t improve his mood,” I laughed. “I never did know when to keep quiet.”

  “You think?” she mumbled around a mouthful of syrupy pancake.

  “My dad didn’t find it funny when Mr. Halloumi marched me back to the house pinching my ear lobe like I was some errant child and he was Lemony Snickett.”

  “You were! And he was totally Lemony.”

  Dad really didn’t find it amusing and the fact that he tanned my ass with a belt proved that. My mom was at the spa, normally she’d have dealt with it, but that day it fell to him. I remember it being a combination of me disrupting a business meeting at the house and the fact that I’d gotten caught. His first words to the unfortunate audience were, “Excuse my son, he’s a disruptive little fucker.” He was not wrong and also not happy about having to explain to the people in the meeting that his son had been caught breaking and entering. A little extreme at the time, but I learned my lesson quick, and dad’s teachings proved to be far more insightful than anyone else’s. However, that was information that I did not share with Bailey.

  “We’ll take a boat and a picnic to one of the island beaches,” I decided aloud, pulling myself back from memory lane, desperate to change the subject.

  Bailey stopped chewing and looked at me in astonishment. “You, Zane Teague, with a picnic?”

  “Watch and learn, baby.”

  An hour later we were in the Hawaii Five-O charger heading to the marina. After sending one text to Bishop telling him I wanted a boat I could sail and a champagne picnic, it was all sorted. Had he had not been the man he was, he would have asked questions, but because he was Bishop and he understood me in more ways than I cared to admit, he’d have been pleased my contact wasn’t about work. I knew though that once he’d satisfied my demands, he’d start digging on the quiet for more details to see what I was up to. If he dug deep enough and found out who was here, then I’d have some difficult questions to answer when I got back.

  “Whose boat is this?”

  “A friend.” In reality though, I had no fucking idea. It was simply organized and ready to go.

  “And you know how to sail?” Bailey questioned.

  “A boat that has buttons, a throttle and a wheel, then yeah.”

  Dressed in ratty cut-off shorts that were about fifteen years old, an over washed navy t-shirt, some espadrilles and Raybans, I looked and felt ten years younger than I usually did. Bailey had thrown on a small sundress that showed more than a hint of that sea-colored two-piece, flip flops and was carrying a bag that looked heavy.

  “Christ, Bay, it’s only a day trip,” I said as I parked up at the marina.

  “These are essentials.”

  She’d always been the same, whatever clutch, purse or case she used; it was filled to its extreme limits.

  A voice greeted me as I helped Bailey from the passenger seat “Mr. Teague?”

  “That’s me.” The suntanned, leathery-looking face smiled at us as he reached forward to shake my hand.

  “She’s already for you. We’ve plotted the navigation. I just need to familiarize you with the rest of her.”

  We climbed aboard the aptly named ‘Hideaway,’ and as Bailey wandered to the sun deck, I followed the guy to the bridge and listened as he explained all the boats particulars. As I wasn’t a complete novice it didn’t take too long and as soon as he was clear with the gang plank, I started her up and carefully left the marina.

  I could see a bunch of kids waving at us and figured Bailey was somewhere waving back at them but a few minutes later she appeared by my side. Stood at the sunny helm of the boat, with the promise of a carefree day and Bailey sharing it with me, I really did feel young again. No rage was bubbling inside me causing tumultuous unrest. I was free of responsibility and intent on making the most of it.

  “How long until we get to wherever we’re going?” she asked.

  “An hour or so, I wanted remote.” I checked the boat’s displays and dials again to make sure we were well clear of the boats and marina and opened up the engine.

  “Sounds perfect.”

  I felt her hand brush the ass of my shorts followed by her fingers grazing the skin on my back causing my cock to twitch.

  “Keep that up and we may not make it that far,” I said matter of factly.

  Bailey’s voice took on a velvet edge. “I’ve never been fucked on a boat anchored in the middle of the ocean.”

  “Glad to fucking hear it,” I growled back as Zane Teague, the fearless mobster, reared up and gave her my response. I was powerless to halt the rage that those words taunted inside. I did not want to think about her with any other man.

  End of.

  “Looks like we’re both going to tick something off our bucket list today then,” I finally whispered, forcing that rage to settle down.

  Her hand smoothed round my side and I felt her fingers jolt the minute my abs clenched under her touch. The iron growing in my shorts pretty much finalized the decision.

  We were definitely stopping on the way.

  “There should be some food and drink in the galley somewhere. Go hunt it out while I find somewhere to anchor.”

  She stepped closer to me and her breath hit my ear. “On it.”

  Bailey, the fucking cock tease, bit my ear lobe before leaving me stood there, cursing the restrictive denim shorts I’d chosen to wear.

  Halfway to our island, I killed the engines and hit the switch to release the anchor. Bailey had not returned, and I was more than keen to seek her out. One last check of the radar confirmed that there were no other boats around and the minute the engine noise died down I was aware of the silence.

  “Bay?”

  Nothing.

  “Bay!” My volume was right up there, dialed up, like it was when I felt the rage and fear that came with feeling out of control in any situation, and still I got no reply.

  I hunted around the boat, calling her name more insistently and getting no response. When I finally made it to the very back of the boat, I spotted her and fuck me, if she wasn’t the most intoxicating sight I’d ever seen. She was sprawled, comple
tely naked, on the cushioned sofa, legs cocked and spread, dangling a full champagne flute in between her thighs. I couldn’t hold my awe in any longer.

  “Fuck. Me.”

  “That’s the plan,” she said, so completely sure of herself.

  “Don’t get cute with me. I’m half a second away from taking you, and not in a gentle way.”

  Comfort and available space in my shorts were now at an absolute premium and when she inched her thighs just that little bit wider for me in invitation, I had to grab my junk and rearrange it.

  “Come and have a drink.” Bailey held the flute out to me, revealing the pussy she’d been teasing me with. I was all but done for at the sight of it, still swollen from the ravishing I gave it this morning. “You see something you like?”

  “You didn’t get the food out,” I told her, as I stalked forward.

  “You hungry, Zane?”

  “Starving.”

  I shrugged out of my t-shirt at the same time as I kicked my espadrilles off. When I flipped open the button and zipper on the shorts, just in front of her, I heard her inhale. I was hard, and bare underneath them, with just my cock searching for freedom. Taking the champagne flute from her, I casually tipped the cold liquid down her body, shocking the fuck out of her. My eyes watched the liquid dribble down her luscious tits, over her abdomen and straight between her thighs, until it pooled at her pussy.

  “Zane!”

  “What? I’m getting used to eating off you.”

  I pushed my shorts down my thighs, feeling the sea breeze touch my cock and balls.

  “That isn’t food.”

  “You’re right,” I agreed. “My bad. I’m just getting used to eating you.”

  I didn’t give Bailey chance to argue and she couldn’t anyway, I’d made up my mind on what I wanted. I picked up her legs and laid them out fully, one foot touching the boat deck, the other swung up and wide over the side. Sinking to my knees, I glanced at her and there were so many different emotions warring on her face, desire, lust and something else that may have been fear and uncertainty. I didn’t want to see any of the latter, so I dived in, scratching my beard on her soft skin and took my fill.

  Pretty soon, she was moaning and plowing her fingers through my hair, any indecision on her part, a well-deserved thing of the past.

  “Ah fuck!” she cried. “Your… beard… Fuck! I can’t cope!”

  “Get there, Bay,” I muttered around her pussy, the vibrations from the words forcing my demand. She tasted fucking amazing and I felt my cock react and dribble pre cum. It wanted to be in on this and was less than happy about being kept out of the action.

  A minute or so later, on a boat bobbing about in the ocean, in the brilliant afternoon sunshine, she finally came apart.

  With no more thought, I climbed between her spread legs and rested just the tip in her pussy’s entrance.

  “Kiss me, I taste of you. The taste of champagne doesn’t even compare.”

  Bailey was unable to resist and as she licked and sucked her own juices from my face, I inched forward into her. As I stretched her opening, her head threw back on another moan.

  “Let me watch what I do to you.” My voice cut through her daze.

  For a brief second, I swear I saw that hint of uncertainty return when her eyes fell upon mine.

  “I want you to take me from behind, Zane.”

  With a shove, she pushed me up and climbed on all fours, waving her pretty ass in temptation. I was so near the edge I wasn’t about to deny either of us, plus I needed the sweet release I’d already given her. Feeding my cock into her again, I pulled her upright until her back was flush up against my front and I could reach her tits. The angle was brutal on both of us, but I was determined to feel her fall apart again before I did. Her moans seemed to echo and bounce off the ocean swell as our fuck turned intense. Knowing the effect I had on her was probably the biggest power trip I’d ever had. Her hands came to join mine at her tits and when she encouraged me to pinch her nipples harder, I knew I was about to explode.

  “Now, Bailey!” I bellowed, and as soon as I felt her pussy clench and strangle my dick, I let go, the pressure in my head causing me to roar through my own orgasm.

  As we were linked together, I started to wonder if she’d go all funny like she did after I fucked her in the kitchen, and it wasn’t long before I got my answer. She fidgeted and began to mess with the cushions, pretending to be uncomfortable, and I wanted to spank her for ruining such a perfect moment.

  “Will you ever get over what’s going on your head right now?”

  “I hope so,” came her whispered response.

  Her rare honesty was good enough to stop the rage from breathing life.

  What she was feeling was only what I should have been considering too. We’d put our lifelong friendship on the line, I’d betrayed her brother, my best friend, and neither of us knew what the fuck would happen when we had to go back to our normal world.

  Chapter Eleven

  “I was thinking we could do a bit of shopping, get a nice lunch out today.” I was desperate to treat her, show her that being with me meant more than just fucking and business. I could be normal, I could do ‘coupley’ things.

  “Oh, really?” Bailey didn’t jump at the idea like I’d hoped. “You want to leave the confines of this comfy bed? I’m sure I could do something to convince you to stay here.” She smirked and slowly pulled the sheet lower revealing her naked, sun-kissed skin. Being with her was like Icarus flying too close to the sun, an impossible temptation and hard to resist.

  “I want to treat you,” I said, dropping a kiss to her bare shoulder.

  “I don’t need you to treat me, I have my own money.” She leaned into my chest and scraped a nail across my pectoral, dangerously close to my nipple.

  “I know. But I want to shower this beautiful body with silk and diamonds.”

  “I don’t need silk or diamonds,” she replied, and moved her finger to circle the other nipple and because I knew the sting of a scrape was coming, I tensed.

  “You will let me, and I know just how to convince you.”

  I took her mouth in a fierce kiss and then fucked her until she had no choice but to agree. That was one of those times that I’d loved the power that being Zane Teague gave me.

  “What do you think of this one?”

  I was thumbing through some emails on my phone, sat in a tub chair just outside the changing room in a very exclusive boutique. My feet were shrouded by bags of stuff we’d already purchased, or that Bailey had already purchased. In the three boutiques we’d been in so far, she’d outwitted me and had her gold card with the cashier before I could even flip open my wallet.

  “It’s very striking.” And it was. It looked like someone had dip-dyed crepe bandages in coordinating ink colors and wrapped them around her body. “But it’s missing something.”

  “What?” Bailey spun around and moved the drape aside so she could see the mirror. I spotted her bra and panties on the chair with her own dress, confirming that she’d stripped down nude to get the full effect of the dress.

  “It’s missing me!” I dived at her and dragged her back into the cubicle.

  “Zane! Stop! Someone will come in.”

  “There’ll only be one person coming, well maybe two if I do my job right.” I smirked and spun her around, putting her hands on the wall mirror. “How did you manage this zipper without me?”

  “Skills. Now, hurry up!” She wriggled, nervous and impatient.

  I lowered the zipper and pulled the dress over her head, that was the only time I was going to let her move her hands from the mirror until I’d had my fill. Quickly, I kicked her legs aside. “Why do I get the impression that this is your favorite position?”

  “Because it is,” she breathed. Her skin pinked up; she knew what was coming. “Like this, I feel you deep, it’s like you’re trying to knock my teeth out.”

  “Now there’s an idea, something to aim for.”
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br />   I knew I had to be quick, the sales assistant had been very attentive—to me. And fucking Bailey here was going to kill any ridiculous ideas she had with one fell swoop. It was more than an added bonus that I got to make Bailey scream and enjoy myself while doing it.

  “Like always, fucking soaked. Ready for your man. Eyes on me and don’t move your fucking hands.” I looked at her reflection in the mirror and saw her face also now flushed pink with need. “Keep looking at me like that and I won’t be able to control myself.”

  The color deepened and I lightly spanked her ass. “I love your pink cheeks, all of them.” I prized her ass cheeks apart, knowing that very soon I was going to enjoy fucking her there too, but as tempted as I was to put my dick there now, I didn’t expect her to be game at being taboo in a boutique changing room.

  “I thought you said eyes up here.” She swallowed around the words knowing exactly what I was thinking. Despite that, I did want to see everything she was thinking. She needed to feel the connection between us and succumb to her new reality, she was mine, my woman.

  I lowered the zipper on my pants and deftly pulled my dick and balls through the gap. The confined space and teeth of the zipper only heightened my need to get inside her before I did some lasting damage to my manhood.

  Pulling her hips back, her hands smudged and squeaked down the mirror. The devil in me smiled knowing that the sales assistant was going to have to clean off Bailey’s sweaty handprints later and maybe, if I was a cruder man, I’d leave her another messy present.

  “Make sure your hands stay there and keep your eyes on me.”

  Entering her quickly I was surprised that it was my own groan I heard loud and clear. Adding the inner squeeze of Bailey to that of my restrictive pants was a lot to control and as I ramped up my speed, she joined in the moaning. I worked to control mine; she did not.

  “Ssh. You’ll have that girl coming back here to see what’s going on.” I covered her mouth with my hand and whispered into her ear, only removing it when I felt her lips move as she tried to mumble words into my fingers. “What did you say?”