Between the Sheets

by P. J. Mellor

  “Hey, Roxi,” he said with a smile, drawing Beth closer. “Have you met my fiancée?”

  10

  “Fiancée?” Roxi’s green eyes flashed. Her knuckles were white where she gripped the top of the cash register. Her gaze narrowed on Beth. “Since when?” she asked in a malevolent tone.

  “Doesn’t matter,” Will continued, obviously ignorant of the contentious body language the blonde was fairly shouting. “Give me a large bucket of extra crispy, a dozen biscuits with honey, a pint of cole slaw and…” He looked down at Beth, who looked ready to bolt. “You want any fries, hon?”

  She vigorously shook her head while covertly pinching a plug out of his ribs. He’d definitely have a mark tomorrow.

  Keeping an eye on Roxi to make sure she didn’t spit in their food, he dug in his pocket with his free hand until he found his Visa.

  He wasn’t born yesterday. He knew if he relaxed his hold on Beth, she’d sprint for the door.

  Not that he’d blame her. Roxi had glaring down to a fine art. And if looks could kill…Well, he’d be a widower before he could become a groom.

  Gathering their bags of food in one hand, Beth firmly clamped to his side, he nodded at Roxi and headed for the door.

  “She’s not your usual victim. What happened? Did you knock her up, King?” Roxi’s belligerent voice gave him pause as they stepped out the door.

  He felt Beth stiffen when he called back, “Not yet, but I’m working on it.” Never breaking stride, he hurried down the street.

  As expected, Beth broke away before they’d passed the next store. “You’re working on it?” she sputtered. “Working on it? What the hell does that mean? Besides the fact that it’s none of her dang business, we’ve always used protection.” She stopped, hands on hips, and narrowed her eyes. “You didn’t do anything funny with the condoms, did you? Did you?”

  He knew he should remain calm and try to reassure her, but son of a bitch! “What the hell are you implying?”

  “What the hell were you implying, back there at the chicken place?” she shot back. “And fiancée? Fiancée? We hardly know each other! What is this, some sicko game?” Her eyes widened. “Oh! Have you and what’s-her-name been doing the wild monkey dance? You have, haven’t you? No wonder she looked like she wanted to tear my hair out. Am I disrupting your romance? Or am I just a brief intermission?”

  “Shut. Up.” Jaw clenched, he strode toward his boat, holding their dinner and movie in one hand, his other hand clamped around her wrist as he pulled her along.

  “You want the truth?” he half growled “You got it. The brief time I spent with Roxi—and I do mean brief—ended almost a year ago. I’m embarrassed it even happened. It meant nothing, just a physical release. It’s not something I’m proud of, but it’s the truth.”

  Since meeting Beth, he realized what making love really was, and he wished he could erase his past up until the moment they met.

  He sighed and pulled Beth into his arms, the weight of their dinner hanging on his arm, shoving her closer. He awkwardly rubbed her stiff back until he felt her relax a little.

  “I have a past,” he said. “regardless of whether or not I’m proud of it. Everyone has a past. Beth, you with the rival college tattoo on your sexy abdomen, of all people, should realize that.”

  They made the ride to the yacht in record time. Also in silence.

  As soon as he’d tied off, he jumped out of the boat and hefted her into his arms. “I swear, I’ll never put you in a spot like I did tonight, okay? I don’t want to fight,” he said against her mouth, then told her with his kiss what he wanted to do.

  By the time he pulled away, they were both breathing heavily.

  “Let’s forget everything except having dinner, watching a movie and having a good time,” Beth said, her lips brushing his with each word. “I don’t want to fight, either.”

  Beth wiped her hands and tossed the napkin into the empty chicken bucket as the credits scrolled on the big-screen TV. She flopped back in the media lounger. “That was fun.”

  “Even though you’d already seen it?” Will regarded her while he finished his bottle of beer.

  “Yeah. I always watch movies I enjoy more than once. I see little things I missed the first time.” She sighed. “I wish we could find a treasure like that.”

  “Babe, that’s fiction. Most wreck dives come up empty. And the few lost treasures are always found by the professional reclamation divers.”

  “I know. But still…I can always dream, right?”

  “Why get greedy?” He waved his empty bottle, encompassing the opulent media room. “You’re obviously set for life. You don’t need to dive for treasure.”

  Tell him, her mind urged, tell him now.

  “Whoa.” Will frowned, interrupting her as he waved his bottle. “What’s that?”

  She followed his gaze and did a mental groan when she saw the picture of his hand and beer bottle moving on the giant screen. She’d forgotten about Mr. Holms and his dumb idea of having a video camera click on to monitor activity in the media room if the DVD wasn’t turned off immediately after a movie ended.

  But she couldn’t explain it without telling Will about the Holmses.

  “It’s a video camera.” Duh. “It’s over there.” She nodded toward the side wall. “It’s motion activated, set to run if the TV is on video and no DVD is playing.” There. She’d told the truth. Well, part of it at least.

  “Oh, yeah?” Will folded up the armrest between them and reached for her, pulling her into his lap while he watched their video image on the big screen. “How cool is that?”

  Shocked at his reaction, she didn’t object when he pulled her top off along with her T-shirt, baring her to the waist. At least, that was her reason for not objecting.

  He turned her slightly, plumping her breast in a kneading motion. His erection stirred against her hip. “Look,” he whispered. “Look how sexy you are, how pretty your nipple is. Is there any way we can zoom in closer?” He licked the tip of her nipple, causing it to pucker in the air-conditioning, while he watched the screen. Her breath hitched.

  “Um, I don’t know.” She groped for the remote, surprised at how turned on she was getting by sitting on his lap and watching him lick her nipple in high definition. “Here’s a little blue button that says ‘zoom.’” She pressed it and gasped when her breast took on giant proportions.

  Will’s laugh filled the room. “Oh, yeah, we’re going to have some fun with this!” He set her back on the cushion next to him and shucked his shorts, his erection popping free. “Check it out!”

  Embarrassment heated her cheeks, but she squirmed at the sight of his humongous penis filling the screen. It was lude; it was ridiculous; it was beyond raunchy.

  And she couldn’t tear her gaze from it.

  Before she could censor her actions, she pushed her breasts to cup his erection, her eyes locked on their big-screen image.

  He moved his hips as they watched his penis slide in and out of her cleavage.

  Their gazes met.

  He pulled her to her feet and into his kiss while he rubbed suggestively against her abdomen. His hands slid down to push her bikini from her hips. He dropped to his knees, his lips trailing fiery kisses along the exposed trail.

  His warm hand on her abdomen, he pushed her back into her seat. He stroked down the inside of her thigh to her ankle, then lifted her foot to the back of the seat in front of her.

  Her moist, exposed folds filled the screen.

  She watched, her breath coming in shallow pants as his tongue circled and lapped and prodded her giant genitalia.

  Will’s head obscured her view. He sucked her clit into his mouth, setting off tiny electric currents to her extremities. Since she couldn’t really see anything on the TV at the moment, anyway, she closed her eyes, savoring the sensations zipping through her body.

  Her climax snuck up on her, pulling her under in its fierceness.

  Gasping for air, she barel
y had time to register what was happening when her peripheral vision snagged on Will’s giant penis, sheathed and ready for action, as it approached her slick, engorged folds.

  Fascinated, she watched him enter her. Sure, she’d watched the act several times, but never in eighty-inch, high-definition, living color. Tingles began again as his tip penetrated, followed by the smooth lunge, stretching her to accommodate his girth. Her juices kicked in at the dual turn-on of watching their actions on the screen and experiencing the sensations deep within her body.

  Talk about the ultimate viewing pleasure.

  “Is it recording?” he asked in huffing pants as his hips began moving faster.

  “I. Don’t. Know,” she answered, each word punctuated by a hard thrust she felt deep within. But she did know one thing.

  If it was, she wanted a copy.

  11

  After their marathon sex session in the media room, they staggered to the master stateroom and collapsed into bed.

  Chilled from making the trip au naturel, Beth scooted close to Will, snuggling against his warm, fit body.

  Tell him, her conscience screamed. You’re falling for him; he needs to know before things go any further.

  He turned to his side, dragging her along, spooning her, his hand possessively covering her breast.

  She sighed in contentment, a feeling of peace washing over her. She’d tell him in a minute. After she rested a little and caught her breath…

  It was still dark when she woke, thrilled to feel Will’s arms banding her back to his chest while he pumped into her already-willing flesh. Her hips moved of their own accord, meeting his thrusts, grinding against his heat. It was a pleasant way to wake up, a midnight quickie.

  Smiling in the dark, she placed her hand over his on her breasts, surprised to feel arousal stirring again when he squeezed her nipple.

  Their thrusts increased in speed and force. Will rolled her to her stomach, pounding into her willing body. His hands gripped her hips, pulling her to her knees, where he continued his forceful thrusts.

  The tip of his penis kissed her uterus, setting off an ache deep within her abdomen.

  She rocked against him, grinding, seeking more as she pushed up with her arms. On all fours, she had more leverage, pushing and rocking with each thrust.

  The soft slapping sound of their flesh meeting echoed in the quiet room.

  Feeling her climax nearing, she pounded against him, ferocious in her need. With a raw cry, she tumbled over into the sea of satisfaction, welcoming the drowning sensation as she floated down.

  Will found his release almost immediately, his hips bucking faster and harder as he pumped into her sated body. His muscles stiffened, his arms holding her up off the mattress in a viselike grip. He roared his completion and collapsed, pinning her to the mattress.

  Sunlight streamed through the window when she opened her eyes again. Beside her, Will stirred and pulled her close, his morning stubble prickling the back of her neck.

  Her eyes widened when she glanced over at the little brass clock.

  “Will.” She reached back, tapping his bare hip. “Will. What time do you have to open the shop?”

  “Don’t.” His voice was muffled, vibrating the skin on her neck as he pulled her back against him. “Taking the day off to dive with you.”

  “So you’re just closing for the day to go diving?” While personally thrilling, it wasn’t a very wise business plan.

  “Nope.” He kissed her neck. “Chris, my assistant, is opening.” The hand fondling her breast slid downward.

  She grabbed his forearm, halting the roving hand, then scooted toward the side of the bed, away from his warmth. Away from temptation.

  Pulling the blanket from the bed, she wrapped it around her nudity while she waited for Will to blink her into focus.

  “Coffee should be ready,” she said, reaching into the closet for her robe. “Want some?”

  Will jackknifed to a sitting position and sniffed. “I smell it. Where is it?”

  She laughed and tossed her blanket to him, then tied her robe. “It’s in the coffee bar.” She pointed toward the bathroom. “In there, in the dressing area. I made a fresh pot yesterday and set the timer.”

  Sitting up, he yawned and scratched his stomach. “Um. I bought a coffeemaker with a timer, but I always forget to use it. It’s easier to just make it when I want it.”

  “Not after you get used to it. I use mine every day.” Of course, it was the one in her apartment at home, but it was technically the truth.

  A smile creased his stubbled cheeks. “Why don’t you just have one of your servants bring you a fresh pot each morning?”

  “They have more important things to do than wait on me,” she snapped. Again, true. Especially since she was their coworker.

  Tell him.

  “Did you want to go back to The Tarpin wreck today?” Will called to Beth from the bedroom when she went to pour their coffee. He located his shorts and stepped into them. “There’s really not much to see. It’s basically used as a habitat and for beginning divers to explore. Besides…”

  “Besides? Besides what?” The cup was warm to the touch when she handed it to him. “I didn’t know if you wanted anything in it. There’s all kinds of stuff on the coffee bar.”

  “No, I only drink cream in it after dinner. But thanks.” Taking a bracing sip, he sighed and looked at the woman he’d decided to marry. “We can dive, if you want, but I’d rather go somewhere that didn’t require tanks.” Leaning close, he brushed a kiss on her cheek, then winked. “Just in case.”

  His finger, beneath the opening of her robe, traced the edge of her nipple. The action gave her all kinds of ideas that would be difficult to do with tanks strapped to their backs and regulators in their mouths.

  Clearing her throat, she found her voice. “There’s a roof-deck pool and spa. Or we could go snorkeling again.”

  “I like the idea of being lazy and hanging around in the pool. Naked.”

  “I’ll make sure I bring lots of sunscreen.”

  “I’ll make sure to bring lots of condoms.”

  Beth rolled to her back on the double air mattress, grabbing the edge to keep from falling into the water, thanks to her well-oiled body.

  Will had rubbed suntan oil into places that would never see the sun, then used his body to make sure it was thoroughly rubbed in.

  The result was two condoms used in the first hour in the pool.

  Floating in companionable silence in the blazing sun, Will reached over to idly rub her breast.

  “Again?” Her muscles already felt like overcooked spaghetti. But, deep within, moisture surged, a sure indication she’d be a willing participant for round three.

  “Not yet,” he mumbled. “I’m just petting. I like touching you.”

  “Good. Because I like touching you, too.” She rolled to her side, stroking more oil on his penis.

  He made a playful growl. “You’re playing with fire, woman.”

  “Good thing I’m wearing lots of sunscreen,” she teased, then tapped the head of his recovering erection. “Down, boy. I was just making sure you didn’t burn anything important.”

  “Good to know you have your priorities straight.” He rolled over, grabbing her, pinning her beneath him. “Whoa! You’d better hold on to me or I’m apt to slide off from all this oil.”

  Her giggle sent sparks through him. “You’re blocking my rays. You wouldn’t want me to get an uneven tan, would you?”

  Her shriek as she hit the cool water of the pool startled the seagulls circling overhead in search of food.

  Sputtering, she broke the surface. “That was sneaky! I thought you were getting turned on; then you pushed me in!”

  “I figured you needed to cool off before you wore me out.” On his stomach, head resting on his folded arms, he closed his eyes.

  After taking a moment to admire his prime rear, she gripped the edge of the float and gave it a yank.

  A minor
tsunami rolled through the pool with the force of his splash as he toppled into the water.

  Quiet, he treaded water, his eyes trained on her. After a minute or so, he began moving toward her. Slowly and deliberately.

  Trying to appear casual, she edged back.

  But he was too quick, grasping her ankles before she could get out of range. His pull jerked her under. Water rushed into her ears, burned her nose, and threatened to gag her.

  Choking and wheezing, she scarcely noticed when he lifted her to the float, her legs bent at the knees, feet dangling in the water on either side of his ribs.

  He kicked out, pulling the raft to the shallow end, then stood chest-deep in the water between her legs.

  Recovered, she opened her eyes, squinting at him in the bright sunlight. “What are you doing?”

  “Taking advantage of your nudity.” His mouth came down on her, short-circuiting cohesive thought processes for quite a while.

  The day passed in a sensual blur of foreplay and sex. Too soon, the sun was setting.

  Weak from a day spent in the sun and water, they continued their sexual gluttony indoors until hunger forced them to dress and motor to the village in search of a real meal.

  Despite Will’s objections, Beth held firm and took the yacht’s dinghy. She didn’t want to depend on him to get her back to the yacht if they lost track of time.

  “Let’s just grab something to go from Nick’s and eat at my place,” Will suggested as they strolled down the darkened street, his arm slung casually over her shoulder, his hand more than occasionally dipping into her T-shirt to pet her braless breast. He tweaked her erect nipple. “I don’t want anyone to see this but me.”

  Since he’d convinced her to not only go braless, but also pantyless, she had no problems with not dining in public. Especially since tonight could possibly be their last night together.

  Subdued by that thought, she was scarcely aware of picking up their order and walking back to Will’s beach house.

  “Let’s eat at the table,” he suggested, ushering her into the coolness of his home. “I don’t know about you, but I’m starving. If I don’t get some sustenance, I may not be able to get it up again today.” Lifting her top, he placed a kiss on each nipple, then pulled the shirt back down. “I even have some candles.” He left her side, then paused at the doorway, batting his eyelids. “I look better in candlelight.”