by Jessa Eden
“You want it?” I asked, my dick seeking out her hole.
“I want it. Give it to me, Shepard,” she cooed as I ran my cock along her wet slit.
Jesus, I needed to fuck her. I pulled my hips back to slide my dick into her sweet folds, when I heard an unfamiliar inhale.
“Oh, dear!” called another feminine voice from across the kitchen.
My head turned sharply as Mrs. Thorngood stood shell-shocked in the doorway. “I heard a scream,” she clarified, clutching her pink housecoat close to her chest.
I smiled, despite the compromising situation. “Nothin’ wrong out here, Mrs. Thorngood. We’re good. See you in the morning.”
Without saying another word, she hightailed it back down the hall.
Laughing, I turned back toward Marla.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she giggled, lifting up on her elbows. “Do you think we scarred her for life?”
“Maybe. But I bet she liked what she saw.”
Her doe eyes grew serious. “What did she see?”
I answered without thinking. “A man about to fuck a woman.”
She sat up abruptly. “That’s what this is? Just a fuck?”
“What else would it be?”
“Oh, Beau.” Disappointment filled her lovely face. “I thought we had gotten past all that. But I guess we haven’t. Thanks for the invitation to fuck, but I’m not interested. I’m gonna go to bed.”
She hopped off the island and sauntered away without her panties, while her pussy juice was still fresh on my face and my cock ached for the relief I could find only with her.
Fuck!
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
Marla:
All right, things got a little out of control in the kitchen.
Deliciously out of control.
I’ll blame the moonlight and the key lime pie.
A girl can only resist so much hot sexy man.
At breakfast, I tried to forget how good his tongue felt buried in my snatch and the way his lips moved passionately against mine. Instead, I focused on the cold way he told me were just fucking, as if I was a casual distraction for an evening.
I didn’t want to be a one-night stand.
I wanted our physical relationship to mean something.
That settled my jets down quite a bit as I buttered some toast and drank some coffee. I needed to remember, no matter how friendly Beau acted, he was still acting out of his need for revenge.
I sighed as I ate my toast, hoping he would soon know the truth about our break-up. As I contemplated what that would look like, Beau waltzed in, handsome in his light green button down shirt and white linen pants. His hair was wet and I resisted the urge to think about him naked in the shower, as he sat down directly across from me.
“Charlie’s going to be here in a few hours,” he informed me as Reeves poured him a cup of coffee.
Good, he was acting as though nothing happened.
I could play that game, too.
“Great. I’m excited for him to join us.”
“I am, too. I’m looking forward to spending some time with him.”
I took a drink of coffee. “Good, but I want to talk to you about his trust before he gets here. I don’t think it’s a good idea to tell him about it right now.”
He lifted his silver rimmed white saucer to his mouth. “Why? It’s just money.”
“It will change his life, Beau, and you know it. He’s still a kid in so many ways and he needs to grow up. He needs to prove himself. Don’t clip his wings and weigh him down with this money just yet.”
“I had money growing up and I turned out okay.”
“Yes, you did, but Charlie didn’t. I don’t think this is the best thing for him. Don’t you want to get to know your son without money being involved?”
“I haven’t really thought about it. You said yourself he’s a good kid. Isn’t he an accountant? Shouldn’t he be good with money?”
“He is good with money. That’s not the point. This trust fund is a life changer and you know it. All I’m asking you to do is find a better, future time, to let Charlie know about the windfall he’s going to receive.”
His gaze was guarded. “This is important to me, Marla. I’m not making any promises.”
“It’s your call, Beau. But tread lightly.”
“Trust me, Marla. I will find the right time to tell Charlie.”
I still didn’t like it. I was having a hard time sharing parental duties, which had been mine alone for the last twenty-two years. It was difficult to give up control and trust Beau, especially if I knew there was going to be fallout.
I sighed, wondering if any of this would ever get easier.
“Are you finished eating? We have to go sign those papers this morning,” Beau said, annoyed I challenged him about the trust.
He was going to have to get used to it. We were in this together.
“Yeah, I’m ready.” I threw down my napkin and stood up.
We walked out to the massive garage and took another jeep into town.
It was uneventful to sit in a conference room full of lawyers and sign a zillion papers. It seemed unnecessary for me to be there. Beau didn’t need my approval to set up a trust for Charlie, but he had included me, anyway. I took that as a positive sign, despite our disagreement about telling Charlie he was going to be rich when he turned thirty.
Later that day, my son arrived at Beau’s villa in a great mood. I could tell he was very happy to be there. After giving me a big hug, he lit up as Beau strode through the front entryway.
“Hey, man, good to see you!” Charlie let out as they shook hands and slapped each other on the back.
“Right back at you! Welcome to the Bahamas!” Beau threw back at him with a big smile.
Wow. I didn’t expect them to be so thrilled to see each other. I hadn’t seen them together since that first ugly confrontation at the salon. I guess things were going better than I could hope.
“I could get used to this!” Charlie said, taking in the splendor of the villa.
“Glad to have you, man. Make yourself at home. Are you hungry?” Beau asked.
“Oh, yeah, I could definitely eat,” Charlie said, rubbing his belly through his white polo shirt.
We ventured outside to a stone veranda on the back of the palatial estate. The chef was preparing lobster on the outdoor barbeque while we took seats at the huge outdoor dining table under a covered pergola.
Beau and Charlie chattered a mile a minute. I sat back, observing their interactions. I knew they were alike, but seeing them mirror each other was amazing. From the way they smiled to the way they held their beers, they were the same.
Every fear I had about them getting along evaporated as I watched them together. They were going to be just fine.
“So your mom tells me you’d like to surf,” Beau mentioned as I tuned back into the conversation.
“I do.”
“Want to go surfing later?”
“Yeah, let’s go. You wanna surf, Mom?” Charlie made sure to ask me.
“No, you go ahead and spend time together. I’ll read or maybe take a dip in the pool.”
“You sure you don’t want to come with us?”
“No, honey, you go ahead. Have your guy time. Enjoy the ocean.”
Beau:
When I purchased this house, I thought a few friends would come down to visit or I would use the house as an escape to get away when I wasn’t conducting business.
But never in my wildest dreams, had I imagined I would use it to host Marla and my son. It was surreal to be sitting at my table with them, sharing a meal together.
Marla was quiet as Charlie and I talked about surfing. She was acting like the night before hadn’t happened, but I couldn’t get the image of her splayed open for me out of my mind. Her taste was still on my tongue. I wanted more, but Charlie was in the picture now and I owed it to him to be there.
He seemed up for anything.
I was stoked.
It would be cool to surf with my son.
After we were served lobster and coleslaw, Charlie chowed down on his food. That boy had a stomach the size of an arena. He was always hungry and he attacked his meal as if he had been starving for days. He even dunked his lobster in the butter twice. Just like I always did.
It was cool to see myself in my kid.
I didn’t realize I would be this happy to see him.
I had missed him and not even realized it.
“Please bring me another Fat Tire, Reeves,” I asked as I held up my empty beer glass.
“I’ll take another one, too, please,” Charlie chimed in.
“Very good, sir,” Reeves said, before disappearing into the house again.
“Does he go everywhere with you?” Charlie asked boldly.
“Sometimes. Usually when I’m going to be at one of my houses.”
“That’s so cool. How many houses do you own?”
“Charlie, don’t be rude,” Marla interjected, as she wiped the corner of her mouth with a napkin.
He turned toward her. “You know I’m not eight anymore. You don’t have to correct me.”
She smiled apologetically. “I know. It’s a hard habit to break. But it’s rude to ask people those kinds of questions.”
Charlie shot his mother a lopsided grin. “But he isn’t just anybody, is he? He’s my dad. He should be okay with those kinds of questions.”
“He’s right. I’m okay with it, kid. Fire away,” I volunteered, wondering what else he would throw at me.
“You see? He’s incorrigible,” Marla offered with another smile.
I winked at her. “I’m okay with incorrigible.”
“Okay, how many houses do you have?” Charlie questioned.
“Four.”
“How much do you pull in a year?”
“Anywhere from three hundred to five hundred million a year.”
“Whoa. That’s some serious moola.”
“Yes, it is.”
“How many cars do you have?”
“Too many. But my favorite is my candy apple red 1969 Mustang.
“Can I drive it some time?”
“We’ll see. Any other questions?”
“Yeah, who do you love?” he fired at me with a cheeky grin.
He was waiting to see how I would handle this curveball.
I glanced at Marla before I could stop myself. “No comment.”
“Oh, come on,” he pleaded.
“Nope, that one’s off the table.”
“Leave him alone, Charlie,” his mother warned.
“Just trying to get to know the man,” Charlie offered with a sly smile.
“Then find some other way to get to know him,” Marla answered coolly.
It was time to move the conversation in another direction “Your mom’s right. You ready to surf?” I asked him.
“Yeah, let’s get into that amazing water. I can’t wait,” Charlie volunteered, standing up in his orange Bermuda shorts. “We’ll be back later, Mom.”
“Have fun, honey.”
“Come on, kid. Let me show you where I keep everything you’ll need.”
I showed him the surfing shack. It had ten different boards to pick from and every kind of wet suit you could imagine.
Charlie was clearly impressed. “I like your style, Beau. You’ve got like the Mecca of surfing equipment in here.”
“I like to be prepared. Pick out what you want to wear along with a board.”
After we climbed into our wet suits, we walked out to the beach behind the house and waxed the top of our long boards together.
I gave him the scoop on the water. “The waves are about four to five feet today and the water is around eighty degrees.”
“Sounds perfect.”
We trotted out to the water and waded into warm surf. I hadn’t done this in forever. It felt good to let go and not think of anything except the next wave.
We spent the rest of the afternoon surfing hard. Charlie actually knew his way around a board and we were able to ride the swells that had picked up during the fall season.
As I rode into shore for the last time, I saw Charlie sitting on the beach, just chilling out. I joined him as I stuck my board into the sand next to me. We sat together, watching the surf as the hypnotic waves crashed into the white sand.
“You caught some serious waves. You’re fit for an old dude,” he teased.
“Thanks. I work out quite a bit.”
“I can tell. What do you do?”
“I train in Mixed Martial Arts.”
“Really?” he asked, his voice full of excitement.
“Yeah, it’s hard, but I love it.”
“Can I work out with you sometime?”
“Sure. You’ll get to meet Ibrahima. He’s one bad-ass dude.”
“Cool. He sounds awesome.”
“You surf a lot?” I asked.
“Some. Mom used to take me out to the shore every summer. She’d get out there with me when I was little and help me get going.”
“Your mom did that?” I couldn’t quite picture Marla surfing.
“Yeah, she was a hands-on mom all the way. Hey, before I forget, thanks for inviting me! It feels good to be chillin’ here with that sweet pad and awesome view.” He swept his gaze across the beautiful sea as the sun went down, casting its glow across the water.
“You’re welcome.” His manners were intact. His mama had raised him well.
“Do you get down here a lot?” he questioned.
“Not as much as I’d like. But it’s a cool place to recharge.”
“Man, if I were you, I would be down here all the time. I can only imagine the epic parties you throw down here.”
“Yeah, I’ve had some sweet parties here and they do tend to get a little wild.”
“I bet they get a lot wild.” His face filled with an excited curiosity that begged to be satisfied.
I wasn’t about to discuss that curiosity with my kid.
I shrugged noncommittally. “Maybe. But a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell.”
His eyes flashed with even more curiosity. “Yeah, what else doesn’t a gentleman tell?”
“He never asks a woman her age and when she says, ‘How does this look?’ a gentleman always says, ‘Beautiful.’”
“Yeah, my mom already taught me that. What else you got?”
He wasn’t pulling any punches and I decided to be real. “I don’t know, Charlie. The world is a cruel place. I go after what I want and try not to fuck up. I protect what’s mine and destroy anyone who tries to stand in my way.”
“Where does my mom fit into that code of ethics you just spouted off?” His bright brown eyes were full of challenge.
“Now, that’s different.”
“How?”
“Your mom and I have history. A lot of it’s great, but it ended badly between us. Your mom broke my heart.”
“Tell me. I wanna know your side of things.”
His words scraped against the scar with Marla’s name on it.
“What do you want to know?” I managed to ask, despite being uncomfortable.
“Tell me about her in high school. What was she like?”
“I’ve never really talked about it,” I said, burying my toes in the wet sand.
“Then here’s your chance.”
I cleared my throat, trying to figure out what to say. “Your mom was something else. She knocked me on my ass when I first met her.”
“She did?”
“Yep. I had to bring my A game to show her I was a good guy.”
“She made you work hard?”
“Oh, yeah. I’ve never worked so hard in my life to get someone’s attention. I even wrote a poem, a very bad poem, to win her over. Your mom’s kind of old-fashioned. She demanded I court her, so I did and in the process, I fell hard for her. I thought she loved me too, but turns out, I was wrong.”
He scoffed. “I find that hard to believe.”
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bsp; “Ask her. She’ll tell you.”
“It just doesn’t jive with anything I know about my mom.”
I shrugged. “I don’t know, kid. It was a long time ago.”
“But yet, here we are. Do you hate her for what she did?”
“I don’t hate your mom. It’s just complicated. There’s a lot of history between us and it affects the way I see her.”
“Maybe there’s more to the story than you understand. I know my mom doesn’t have a mean bone in her body.”
I was done with this line of questioning. “You hungry?”
“I’m starving.” He rubbed his flat stomach.
“Let’s go get a bite to eat.”
“You don’t have to ask me twice.”
We dropped off our boards and changed back into our clothing.
Grabbing one of the jeeps I owned, we took off for town and ended up at an outdoor bar with a thatched roof. It had juicy burgers and cold beer. It was one of the best places on the island to eat.
We ordered after we sat down, Charlie asking for two hamburgers.
“Are you still growing?” I asked, glancing at his 6’2 frame.
“Nah, surfing just makes me crazy hungry.”
“I remember those days. Burning fuel faster than you can eat it. Enjoy it while it lasts.”
“I will.”
Ten minutes later, our food arrived and we dug in as if it was our last meal.
“So why did you bring my mom down here in the first place?” Charlie asked as soon as he took a breath from eating.
I put down my burger. “We had some business to take care of.”
“What kind of business?”
I knew Marla wanted me to wait, but I needed to talk to him man to man about his trust.
“So you know I’m rich, right?” I asked pointedly.
“Yeah, like a gazillionaire,” he said, stuffing some fries in his mouth.
I smiled at his terminology. “Not quite a gazillionaire, but I am a billionaire.”
He shrugged, not impressed by my net worth. “Same difference. Either way, it’s a whole lotta cash.”
“It is and that brings me to why your mom is here in the Bahamas. I set up a trust for you.”
He took a slow drink from his soda. “What kind of money are we talking about?”
“About a hundred million dollars.”
