“Dr. Beckum, are you sure you want to expend this tension with me?” she said, laughing as she rolled him onto his back and sat on top of him.
“I’m sure.”
Summer caressed his erection and used the head of his penis to rub her clit. She felt the surge of wetness flow inside her and asked, “Are you ready for this, Doc?”
“I think … that … is quite apparent,” he half moaned.
She slid down his shaft engulfing the full length of his manhood. She stopped once fully seated and then slowly raised her hips and dropped again.
“This is working for me,” he whispered with his eyes closed.
“Look at me,” she said. “I want to see your eyes when you come you bad boy.”
And with that said, Marc growled out a massive orgasm as he pounded her flesh until the very last drop of his release had been expended inside of her.
*****
Jenna stepped out of the bathroom and watched Jack raise his arms above his head to pull on a white tank top. His sinewy muscularity was still apparent with his shirt on. Pumped from the sculpting, his biceps stood out on his frame. Jenna felt sick in her stomach, remembering again the powerful allure Jack had over women.
“Look at you,” Jack said. He kissed her on the cheek. “I like your hair like that.”
Jenna looked in the mirror over the drawers and tightened the purple ribbon at the end of her French braid to make sure it would stay in. “Not too girly, is it?”
“No. You look very sexy. Have I seen this outfit before?” he said, messing up his hair in the mirror.
“Yes, you just weren’t noticing me then,” she said. She adjusted the shoulder strap on the purple camisole.
“Well, I’m noticing you now. Come here,” he said. He clutched her in his arms as he lowered his mouth to kiss her.
“Hmm … better late than never, I always say,” she said, kissing him back.
He adjusted himself in the boxer shorts. “Good thing there’s a button covering the opening on these,” he said.
“You’re too funny sometimes,” she said, playfully punching him in the arm.
“I’m glad you’re feeling better. This should be fun.” He checked his hair again.
“So before we leave I want to make sure—we’re doing this, right?” Jenna asked.
“You mean Marc and Summer?”
“Yes.”
Jack opened the door. “Oh, yeah. We’re doing it, baby.”
CHAPTER NINETEEN
Jenna and Jack ambled through the lobby toward the piano bar. They could hear a slow jazzy melody floating on the warm evening air as they stepped through the threshold. In the center of the small but elegant space stood a grand piano surrounded by guests. The tall chairs were side by side in front of the alternating pale birch to dark mahogany panels giving the establishment a modern appearance. Toward the back, the dance floor lay surrounded by low tables and chairs filled with scantily clad guests ordering drinks and enjoying low, intimate conversation.
“I really like this place,” Jenna said, taking in the scene around her. “I can’t believe how many people are here. I thought most of the guests would have fallen out by now.”
“Maybe they all took naps, like us,” Jack said, leading her over to the bar. “Red Stripe and a piña colada, please.”
“Instead of the piña colada, please make mine a rumrunner,” she said. She sat on a stool watching the bartender make her drink, pouring rum directly into the straw. He opened the cooler and retrieved a beer.
“Here you go,” he said, laying down a napkin and placing their drinks in front of them.
“Thanks,” Jack said. He swiveled to face away from the bar, leaning his back against the tall chair.
“Do you see them?” Jenna asked. She shifted her legs around to the side so she could look around the bar.
“No, I don’t—oh wait, there they are,” he said, waving to Summer and Marc as they entered the club.
After hugging Jack, Summer immediately hopped up on the seat next to Jenna. “Love your hair like this. How’s it going?” she said, placing her hand on Jenna’s back.
“Thanks. Yes, I’m fine. I—” Jenna said. She glanced back at Marc who eased against the bar to talk to Jack. He looked over at her and smiled, causing her pulse to race.
“Are you sure?” Summer asked.
“Well, put yourself in my shoes for a minute. I’ve never even thought of doing something like this in my entire life and for you this is like an everyday thing.” She swung around in her chair to face Summer.
“It’s not an everyday thing for us—not even close,” she said, enunciating the last three words for emphasis. “But I get your point, we do have some experience. If you want to slow things down a bit, if that would work better for you and make you more comfortable, then we can do that.”
“No. I don’t think slowing things down will make a difference. It’s an either yes or no, all in or all out situation,” Jenna said. She lifted her drink and held it in her hands.
“And have you decided? Where is Jack in all this?” Summer asked, flagging the passing bartender. “Can I get a rumrunner and a glass of water please?” She turned back to face Jenna. “I’m sorry,” she said. “I’m really thirsty.”
“It’s fine,” Jenna said.
“So?” She stirred the rumrunner in front of her and looked up at Jenna.
“So I’ve decided yes, even though on some level I’m concerned.”
“Concerned with what?”
“How it will change my relationship with Jack and I’m afraid of liking Marc too much, of Jack liking you too much. I think Jack might have blinders on. I don’t know—I mean on the one hand it’s so incredibly exciting and I feel so alive but on the other hand it seems like the potential pitfalls are tremendous. What if we fall into one of those pitfalls and can’t climb back out?”
“Life’s like that don’t you think? The biggest risks usually come with the biggest potential rewards, right?” Summer watched a muscular young man in very tight shorts swagger to the bar next to her. She smiled.
“Yes, but,” Jenna said loudly over the music, trying to recapture Summer’s attention. “It also comes with the largest potential failure. Stand up,” she said abruptly. “I want to see what you have on.”
“Are you changing the subject?” Summer asked.
“I am. Let’s try to have fun tonight. I don’t want to think anymore.” Jenna stepped down from her chair. “You look … oh my god, where did you get this outfit?”
Summer stood up and strutted around. “Victoria’s Secret. They have the best stuff, don’t you think?”
“So what are you guys up to?” Jack asked, sliding in between them.
“Girl talk but we’re done,” Summer said, slowly moving to the music. “Come dance with me.”
“No, I’m not dancing,” he said, hopping up on a stool.
“Jack, that was not a request—that was an order. Now dance with me,” Summer said, tugging on his arm.
“Fine,” he said, giving in.
“Would you keep an eye on my drink?” Summer said to Jenna and then led Jack to the dance floor without waiting for her response.
Jenna climbed back up into the chair and took a sip of her rumrunner. She looked over to her left at Marc who stared at her intently. She waved him over.
“I wasn’t sure you were going to talk to me,” Marc said, moving closer and reclining against the bar next to her.
“I’m still talking to you,” she said, smiling. “I’m sorry I walked away like that. I was a little overwhelmed. I … can we pretend it didn’t happen?”
He touched the ribbon in her hair. “No, but we can try again,” he said, smiling. “Can I kiss you?”
“Here?” she said, glancing around.
“Yes, here.” He shuffled behind her and pulled out the chair to make it easier for her to get down. As soon as she stood, he embraced her in a warm hug. “I was hoping I would see you again tonight,�
�� he whispered, capturing her mouth with his. They began to kiss slowly, softly until the intensity of their passion took over. When they were in the throes of a fiery kiss, Marc stopped because of a tap on his shoulder.
“I’m thinking you’ve made a mistake, mate. This is not your wife,” Cliff said with raised eyebrows and a confused expression.
Jenna quickly stepped back, crossing her arms in front of her.
“Oh shit, you’re right,” Marc said, squinting his eyes under the pretense of seeing Jenna better. “Sorry, ma'am, I don’t know what—”
“Hey, Cliff,” Summer said. She paraded toward them holding hands with Jack and winking at Marc.
“Oh, I see—wife swappin’. As long as everyone’s on the up and up. Should warn the missus though, not sure how she’ll take to it. Do carry on. See you all on the island tomorrow?” Cliff said, speaking rapidly.
“Not until the afternoon for us,” Jack said. He glanced over at Jenna and she nodded.
“Not sure for us either,” Summer said. “I want to sleep in but we’re definitely going out there tomorrow afternoon. Right?”
“Sounds good to me,” Marc said.
When Cliff moved away Jack said, “Honey, you look pale. Are you okay?”
“I guess. That was a pretty weird experience,” Jenna said. “Actually I think it was harder on Cliff. He handled it well but you guys didn’t get to see the look on his face when he first came over.”
“Yeah, I wasn’t sure if he was going to fall over or hit me,” Marc said, laughing.
“That’s not true,” Jenna said, narrowing her eyes. “The falling over part, maybe.” She laughed. “I can’t believe I’m laughing about this. My life is so surreal right now.”
“What did you say to him?” Summer asked Marc. “I saw you throw your arms in the air.”
“He was telling me that Jenna was not my wife and I said, ‘Oh shit, you’re right.” Marc and Jack laughed.
“Poor man,” Summer said. “If we’re lucky he’ll be too drunk to remember.”
“Well if he was drunk, he sobered up very quickly,” Marc said. “Wouldn’t you say, Jenna?”
“Oh yeah. He seemed wide-eyed to the extreme. But I imagine he was shocked to see you cheating on Summer,” she said, poking Marc in the chest.
Jack strained his head forward and pursed his lips. “What about you cheating on me?”
“Oh yeah, that too,” she said. “I need another drink after all that excitement.”
“Let’s dance some more,” Summer said. She quickly took a sip of her cocktail and then pulled Jack back toward the dance floor.
“Okay,” Jack said and looked over at Jenna, shrugging his shoulders with his palms up.
Marc placed a new rumrunner in front of Jenna and said, “So?”
“Oh, thanks. So...” she said, making eye contact.
“How was that for you?” He took a swallow of his scotch.
“You mean before the Cliff episode?” she asked. She leaned back in her chair and took a deep breath.
He came closer and ran a finger down her thigh. “Before,” he said.
“Stop,” she said, catching his hand in hers. “You’re giving me the chills.”
“Would you like to go for a walk?” he said, flipping her braid.
“Yes, I think I would.” She picked up her glass to take a sip.
“Be right back.” He kissed Jenna on the top of her head as he passed.
She watched him walk over to Jack and Summer who were gyrating slowly to the jazzy Reggae beat. She could see them shaking their heads and then Jack waving.
As Marc returned he said, “We’re free to travel.” He finished his drink and then helped Jenna from her chair.
She took another pull on her straw and left her drink on the bar. “Where are we going?” she said. She felt his hand clasp hers.
“I told them we’d be down on the beach.”
They walked out of the bar and into the lobby.
“So?” Marc said.
“So,” she repeated.
“So you didn’t answer my question,” he said, staring down at her.
“I know,” she said, chuckling under her breath. “When we were kissing, I forgot where we were, and I was startled back into the bar with Cliff’s interruption.”
“And?”
“And…?” She smiled. “You were looking for something else?”
“Jenna?”
“It was amazing. Is that what you’re looking for?” she said as he led her down the steps.
“It’s … well … how am I supposed to reconcile that I’m more aroused by you right now than my husband?” She stopped by the palm tree and continued, “It’s confusing and I don’t want to spend my time analyzing it but I don’t know. I’m perplexed.”
“Try to keep it in perspective. This is new and so it’s exciting. A lot of what we’re feeling is chemistry, not the longevity you have with Jack, or I with Summer. They’re two different animals. Try to enjoy it for what it is—a beginning,” he said. He gestured to the hammocks. “Want to try them out?”
“Sure, okay.” She climbed in while he held down the netting for her.
“Scoot over,” he said. He sat on the edge and then brought his legs around. When he lowered his upper body, Jenna rolled into him.
“Do you have enough room?” she asked, laughing as he jostled the hammock around trying to get settled.
“There,” he said, finding a comfortable position and reaching out for her. He wrapped her in his arms, enjoying the swinging motion. “Is this good for you?”
“As in, am I comfy?” She laid her head on his chest and sighed.
“I meant emotionally,” he said, twirling the end of her hair.
“I’m working my way through it, slowly but surely. Let’s talk about something else or…”She tilted her head up to look at him.
“Or?” he said as he moved in to kiss her.
As their lips touched, he pulled her on top of him. The hammock swayed back and forth matching the rhythm of the crashing waves. She could feel his arousal beneath her and an energetic surge coursed through her body. She didn’t stop. She continued to allow her arousal to build until he finally pulled away.
“I need a breather,” he said, rubbing his forehead. “Let’s try talking for a little while.” He rolled her to the side of him.
“Oh?” she chuckled. “I see, so we are having the same experience.”
“I think I’ve said as much, have I not?”
“You always seem to be totally in control. I see myself as being a basket case by comparison,” she said, playing with the soft hair on his arm. “It’s reassuring in an odd way.”
“I can assure you I’m feeling everything you are. Maybe more because I’m hoping for more.”
“What do you mean, hoping for more?”
“I mean everything. I mean living and loving and being in each other’s lives from now on. The four of us.”
“Do you think that’s possible?”
“Just as possible as any two people getting into a relationship.”
“Only way more complicated,” she said, gazing up at the stars. “It’s so nice out here. This was a great idea.” She laid her head back on the hammock.
“It doesn’t have to be complicated,” he said. “The best solution for complication is open communication. Four people can talk just as well as two.”
“Or there can be twice as much fighting.”
“That’s true, I suppose. We’ll have to wait and see where this takes us.”
“What about the women in your past with Summer? Why aren’t you still together?”
“There have only been a few. Two lasted for over two years. One woman actually lived with us for a while and it was wonderful while it lasted. I don’t have any real explanation for why it didn’t last, other than in the end they wanted different things.” He moved a wisp of hair behind her ear. “We’re still close with them. There was one other couple but we realized e
arly on that they were dealing with some serious psychological problems.”
“Oh, and we’re not?” She laughed. “So you’ve never really had a relationship with another couple.”
“No, we haven’t, but we have flirted a lot,” he said, chuckling.
“Why not look for another woman instead of a couple?”
“Depends on what you’re looking for.”
“What do you mean?” Jenna asked.
“Summer enjoys a woman every now and then but would really prefer a couple.”
“That’s certainly understandable. That would be my preference.”
“So, how about women?” he asked, placing his hand behind his head as a pillow.
“Women? What are you talking about?”
“Do you like them?” he said, raising his eyebrows.
“I experimented in college with a roommate of mine and kissed a couple of her girlfriends, too, but it didn’t do it for me.” She shifted her position onto her back.
“Details please,” he said, smiling broadly.
She hit him on the arm and quipped, “No, but I will say that women do not know how to kiss. What’s with the scrunched up mouth and keeping their lips tight. It wasn’t like I was attracted to my roommate. I did it for the sake of experimentation. And the going down thing, I love to receive it but don’t send me down there. On a man, any day but—”
“Let’s not go there just yet,” he said, playfully covering the front of his pants. “Have you ever been attracted to a woman?”
“Yes, once, but she was very muscular with extremely short hair but an attractive, feminine face. I’m not sure it counts. Besides, I like it when the man takes the lead. Passivity is not a turn on for me.”
“I can assure you, there are a lot of aggressive women out there.”
“I’m sure there are, but can they kiss?” she said, laughing. “I like how you kiss.”
He wrapped his left leg around her thigh and shared a torrid kiss, pulling her into him. Time ceased until they heard the voices of Jack and Summer calling their name. Jenna knew her neck must be red from arousal and her hair had to be a mess. She worried how Jack would react to her appearance.
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