Blues Beach [Suncoast Society]

by Tymber Dalton

  New start.

  New life.

  New memories.

  The only car in front of their parents’ house was JJ’s rental. He jumped out and got in, Eric turning around and waiting for him to catch up before heading back into town. She stared at the front of the house, trying to remember good things about growing up. She’d always felt like an outcast in her family.

  She’d given up trying to make them like her during her senior year, sensing she’d never earn their true love and affection without strings attached.

  Eric gently squeezed her hand, and she looked at him. Concern drew deep lines in his brow and around his eyes. “Are you all right, sweetie?”

  She faced forward. “I have to be.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  There was a freedom in sitting with Tracey curled up next to him while they chatted with friends they hadn’t seen in years, drinking, killing time, trading stories. They ate dinner, then, at some point, Jeff said good-night and returned to their room after returning Tracey’s phone to her.

  Followed by more drinking. He wasn’t a big drinker, but for this weekend, he wanted to forget the real world and live here, and now, with her.

  Plus, it wasn’t like they were driving anywhere. Frankly, he wanted to numb a few brain cells and stay focused on Tracey without sad memories creeping in to kill the mood.

  As the group started breaking up around nine, Tracey and Eric drifted down to the beach to escape the crowds and so she could see the ocean one last time.

  “I wish I didn’t have to leave tomorrow.” She stared out at the dark water. “This has been a lot of fun.”

  He wrapped his arms around her. “There’s still tonight. If you want it.” If it’d been up to him, he would have stolen her to his room as soon as they’d returned from the funeral…except he knew that would have been rude.

  “Damn right I want it.” She met his gaze. “I want every second of it.”

  “Then maybe we should head back to my room.”

  “I thought you’d never ask.”

  They were no sooner through the door than they were helping each other strip, falling onto his bed and hungrily devouring each other. He wanted his hands all over her, his mouth—wanted to be inside her and make love to her all night long.

  He never wanted this night to end. He wanted her forever…and yet knew tomorrow they’d have to say good-bye.

  For how long this time, he didn’t know.

  What he did know was if she gave him a chance, he’d jump at it.

  If she wanted him.

  He climbed onto the bed and pulled her on top of him in a sixty-nine so he could eat her pussy. There were few sounds more addictive than her sweet moans as he licked and sucked her clit, buried his tongue deep inside her and made her moan for him. Especially when she moaned around his cock in her mouth. Every noise she made sent vibrations through his cock and straight into his balls, heightening his pleasure and making him want to keep her making those noises.

  When she tried to squirm away from him, he held on tight, his fingers splayed across her ass and digging in, keeping her in place. She wasn’t the only one wanting every second of time together.

  For the first time in years, he felt less dead, maybe even close to alive.

  At least he finally felt that life was once again worth living.

  Something he’d doubted for a damned long time, no matter how many times the counselor he’d seen early on tried to tell him that.

  It was useless to caution himself not to get his hopes up, because slipping back into life with her felt…seamless. Easy.

  Scary easy.

  They were no longer those kids who could steal hours of time at night on the beach, or afternoons after school when they had his house or hers to themselves. They were adults who’d been through shit and who had lives and disappointments.

  Dammit, he wanted a second chance to see what those kids could do all grown up.

  * * * *

  Damn, he was even better with his mouth than he’d been when they were kids!

  Tracey rode a razor-sharp edge between wanting to grind her pussy against his mouth, and pull away because it felt too intense. All the while, she licked and sucked his cock, one hand circling the base and her other playing with his balls.

  She wanted tonight, every night, the rest of her life with him, even though a twinge of common sense was stone-cold sober and warning her not to get her hopes up.

  This was an emotional weekend, they were both fairly drunk last night and tonight, and neither of those were great benchmarks to use for deciding on a future together.

  Still, she couldn’t help but hope.

  The first orgasm rolled through her, and she deep-throated his cock to stifle her moan. She wanted him to fuck her…yet she didn’t want him to stop what he was doing. It wasn’t just a courtesy lick, either, he was eagerly devouring her.

  The way he always had.

  It was hard not to make the comparisons, because they’d had so many times together in the past and it was hard not to think about what it’d been like with him.

  Always good.

  Always sweet.

  Why did I break up with him, again?

  Because I’m a fucking idiot, that’s why.

  He had this way with his tongue, drawing circles around her clit, alternating fucking her pussy with it and lightly sucking, driving her crazy with need and desire.

  She tried to squirm away after the second orgasm. By the time he pulled the third out of her, she was desperate to feel his cock fucking her and wanted it badly.

  Turning around, she straddled him, slowly impaling herself on his cock as his hands settled on her hips again. “God, I missed this,” she whispered.

  He pulled her down onto him and kissed her, one hand buried in her hair and holding her in place. “I missed you, too,” he hoarsely whispered.

  She couldn’t really ride him the way she wanted because of him holding on to her. “Please fuck me, Sir.”

  He smiled up at her. “Gonna be my good girl?”

  Her heart raced. “Yes, Sir!”

  He flipped them over, drawing her legs up and over his shoulders, pressing her thighs against her chest. “Like this?”

  A delicious shiver raced through her. “Please!”

  No wonder Brandon had blown her socks off in bed. With Eric, she’d already been well-trained and craving the kind of sweet, loving Domination he’d given her. It’d been a natural fit.

  Well, except for the fact that Brandon turned out to be gay.

  * * * *

  Eric caught her hands, lacing fingers with her and pinning them over her head. He slowly withdrew, the head of his cock at the entrance of her pussy. “Beg me, baby.”

  Her heart raced. “Please fuck me, Sir!”

  He slammed home, loving the way her lower lip caught under her teeth as she moaned. He did it over and over, a slow, teasing withdrawal before pounding her deep and hard.

  When he grew close, he started a slow, sexy grind, the shaft of his cock gliding along her clit with each stroke, trying to get her over one more time. A sweet, sexy glaze had descended in her eyes, likely subspace.

  He wished he had more time with her to explore that in depth and wondered how she’d look wearing his cuffs.

  His collar.

  His wedding ring.

  Still felt good with her, every bit as good as it had when they were kids.

  “Come for me, baby. Quit teasing me.”

  Soft moans escaped her and he kissed her, swallowing her sweet sounds and savoring the feel of her body pressed against his.

  When she started to come he felt it and picked up the pace, once again thrusting, hard, pounding, wanting to come with her.

  Wanting to stay with her.

  She squeezed his hands, hard, her body arching against his. Her eyes fell closed and as his balls tightened, preparing to fill her, a coil of pleasure spiraled through his body.

  “Yes!” When the expl
osion hit, he fell still deep inside her as his balls pumped her full of his cum, kissing her, lips slanted over hers, thumbs caressing her fingers. When he caught his breath he sat up, untangling her from him so he could roll over with her draped over him.

  “Wow,” she said.

  He stroked her hair. “Wow.”

  “Is it just me, or is it still damned good?”

  “It’s still damned good.”

  She splayed her hand on his chest, over his heart. “I’ve missed this.”

  “I missed you, too.”

  She lifted her head to meet his gaze for a long, quiet moment. “Do you think we could have another chance?”

  “I’m going to need a few minutes,” he tried to joke.

  “I’m serious.”

  His smile faded. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. I’m willing to do whatever it takes.”

  “You’re in New Jersey and I’m in Florida.”

  “For tonight, we’re both right here. Let’s start with that and see what happens.” He curled her hair around his finger. “I don’t want this to end. I know we can make this work. Even if it means I have to move.”

  She seemed to study his face for a long moment. “You have a career.”

  “I have a job and nothing keeping me there.”

  “You don’t even know if you’d like me. Shouldn’t we get to know each other again?”

  He wondered if there was more that she was trying not to say, trying to spare him. “We have to start somewhere. I’m not saying I’d move next week.”

  She cupped his cheek in her palm. “I have a daughter. She’d have to get to know you.”

  “I’m looking forward to it.”

  A sad smile played along her lips. “I wish I’d looked for you a lot sooner.”

  He turned his face so he could kiss her palm. “Me, too.”

  * * * *

  The last thing Tracey wanted to do was get her hopes up, or his, just to have them crushed again.

  Reality was a mean, cruel thing.

  She’d learned that first-hand.

  She shifted position, straddling his hips with his cock perfectly nestled between her legs. “I have a feeling life’s going to get interesting for us pretty soon.”

  “I hope so,” he said. “I could use interesting.”

  She settled on top of him, slowly rocking her hips against his. She wasn’t used to drinking so much and it was hitting her hard. She’d be ready to go to sleep fairly soon if they didn’t get through round two.

  And she definitely wanted round two.

  She hadn’t had sex in nearly a year before last night, and what a great way to break her dry spell. Things had been deteriorating between her and Pat for a while in more ways than one when she’d divorced him.

  His hands settled on her ass, cupping her cheeks and squeezing. When he lifted his right hand and lightly smacked her ass, she felt his cock twitch.

  She smiled and sat up. “Did someone want to give me a spanking?”

  Another twitch, accompanied by a smile from him. “Is someone wanting a spanking?”

  “I’m a little rusty, but as long as you warm me up, I’m sure, Sir, that I could be easily persuaded.” She rolled over sideways, ass temptingly in the air.

  Well, she hoped he thought it was tempting, and not middle-aged lumpy and a turn-off.

  He sat up, the boyish, evil Dom smile on his face, the one that had always turned her on.

  He stroked her ass with his right hand, meeting her gaze. When his hand landed against her flesh, a light, teasing swat, a jolt of need streaked through her. Gazes locked, he slowly spanked her, back and forth across her ass cheeks, increasing the force until she was squirming and horny and his cock rigidly stood out from his body.

  She pushed him onto his back and straddled him again, riding him, one of his hands playing with her clit while the other played with her nipples, back and forth.

  “That’s it, baby,” he said. “Get what you need.”

  At this angle, his cock hit every good place inside her pussy. Combined with his fingers still having the same magic skills they’d had back then, it didn’t take him long to drive her over the cliff.

  Once she’d started coming, he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her to meet her there. Pleasure.

  Nirvana.

  Perfection, the way it had always been.

  Past and present merged and melted, and she gave serious thought to wondering what it’d take to change her flight to send her to New Jersey with him, instead of back to Florida.

  As he came, she felt his cock pulsing, filling her, once again claiming and marking her as his. His gaze met and locked with hers and her heart twisted. She was still in love with him, had never stopped loving him, and trying to deny it was a damned lie.

  Wanting him wasn’t in doubt.

  He pulled her down onto him for a long, sweet kiss, then pulled the sheet and blanket over them, his arms wrapped around her and her heart wrapped around his.

  Whether she’d survive losing him a second time would have to remain unanswered, because right now, she needed sleep.

  Beyond that, she needed time to think and process.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Tracey was trying to figure out what the hell that annoying noise was yanking her out of a sound sleep, until she realized it was her cell phone vibrating on the bedside table.

  Forcing herself to roll out of the comfort of Eric’s arms, she fumbled for it and answered. “Hello?”

  “Um, hey, Trace. Not to be a buzzkill or anything, but Bran will kill me if I don’t come home with you. And we need to leave for the airport in thirty minutes. It’s 4:30.”

  She sat bolt upright. “Shit! I’ll be right there!” She stabbed at the end button and started frantically trying to untangle herself from the sheets. In the process, as she climbed out of bed, she nearly face-planted on the floor.

  “What’s wrong?” Eric mumbled.

  “I overslept!” She pulled on clothes, hoping they were at least on the right side out, and then leaned in to kiss him. “We have to leave for the airport in less than thirty minutes, or we’re going to miss our flight.”

  She started to pull away but he grabbed her wrist and drew her in for one last kiss. “Love you.”

  “Love you, too. I’ll call you when I land.” She ran for the door, not needing any coffee to motivate her now as adrenaline was doing a damn fine job.

  She practically flew down the stairs, and Jeff was already opening their room door for her as she ran up. “Thanks!”

  He wore a playful smirk. “I let you sleep as long as I thought was safe.”

  She ripped off her clothes, not even caring he was right there, and dug through her suitcase for stuff to change into. After a quick shower where she didn’t even bother washing her hair, she emerged to find Jeff had repacked her bag for her and had brewed her a cup of coffee from the room’s small coffeemaker.

  They were checked out and in the rental car less than ten minutes later and her heart rate was finally settling into a normal rhythm as she drove them north. The skies were still a deep purple out over the Pacific, and dawn hadn’t yet broken over the mountains to the east. They were just north of Laguna Beach when a thought hit her and she smacked the steering wheel.

  “Dammit!”

  “What?”

  She struggled against the tears threatening to form. “I didn’t get Eric’s cell number!”

  Jeff arched an eyebrow at him. “You just spent two nights with him and didn’t get his number?”

  “No, we were together, and…” She sighed.

  “And you were a little too busy while you were together.”

  “Yeah. That.”

  “Well, he’s buddies with JJ. He’ll have his number, right?”

  Relief set in. “Yeah. I’ll get it from him once we land. It’s way too early to call him right now.”

  Jeff’s cell rang and he answered it. “Hello, Sir. We’re in the car now. … Yes, Sir
.” She glanced at Jeff and spotted his playful smile. “Yes, Sir. It was, overall, a good weekend. … She’s driving, Sir. Legally, she’s not allowed without it on speaker. … Okay, hold on.”

  He pulled the phone away from his mouth and hit the speaker mode button.

  “Hey. You all right?” Brandon sounded a little sleepy himself.

  “I’m okay. Just want to get us to the airport.”

  “You sound stressed.”

  “I…overslept.”

  “Jeff didn’t wake you up?”

  “It’s…” She tried to ignore Jeff’s widening smirk.

  “It’s what?” Brandon finally asked.

  She knew it would do no good to lie about it or hide it. Brandon would sense it and she didn’t want to drive a wedge between them as friends. “He called and woke me up. I wasn’t in our room.”

  “Then where were you?”

  “I spent the past two nights with…someone.”

  There was a long pause. “Ah.” It sounded like he was sipping his coffee. “So you didn’t spend the weekend trying to seduce my husband away from me?”

  She laughed as she heard the smile in his voice. “No, not this time.”

  “I’ll quit poking at you, then, hon, and let you focus on driving. Have a safe trip. See you later today. We’ll even feed you dinner before you go home.”

  “Thanks.”

  Jeff ended the call, a playful smile curling his lips.

  “What?” she asked.

  “You know he’s going to tease you about this, right?”

  “Yeah.” She didn’t even mind.

  “When will you call JJ?”

  “Once I get home tonight. I don’t want to deal with anything else except getting home. Besides, JJ said he’s flying out today. I don’t want to harass him while he’s trying to get through TSA checkpoints and make his flight.”

  “You could text him.”

  “Later, once it’s not so friggin’ early. He had to deal with enough with my parents’ bullshit on top of losing Cara. The last thing he needs is me bugging him. Besides, Eric’s flying home tonight, so he’ll be on a plane later, too.”