“I’m sorry if I overreacted in the truck.” I edged toward him. My chin tilted up.
“Don’t they say moving is one of the most stressful life events?” He caught the small of my back with his palm and placed enough pressure so that I was firmly pressed against his body.
If he didn’t kiss me now, I thought I might die on this kitchen floor. My chest tightened with heavy breaths, ready to feel the warmth of his mouth, his tongue. Taste his breath on my lips. Why were there other people in the house?
My arms snaked around his neck, tugging him closer to me. “Yes, that’s what I’ve heard. Tons of stress.”
He grinned, and I felt my knees quiver. He could drive me crazy with only a smile.
“I think I know a few ways to help you with all of the stress.” His eyes dipped between my breasts. I pushed against him, begging him to make a move. To hell with the guys in the other room.
“We only have a dresser left and we’re done,” Lance called from the hall.
Cole kissed me on the cheek. “Let me help them with that, and then we can work on the stress relief.”
I refrained from letting out the full-fledged groan that was building in the back of my throat. He got me all worked up on purpose, I thought. I tried to focus on the stack of bowls I had begun to unpack.
Somewhere in one of these boxes was a set of glasses. I at least needed one tall glass of ice water to cool down everything he started.
5
Cole
I strolled into the bedroom, dropping next to Kaitlyn. She had disappeared sometime after Cal and Lance left.
“I think it’s official.”
“What’s that?” she asked, rolling toward me.
“We are officially living together.” I grinned as I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her on top of me.
She pretended to squirm.
“Official sounds official.”
When in the hell had I become this man? One look at her and my chest filled with some kind of strange pride. I was proud she was mine. Proud I had fought for us. Proud that my son was where he belonged and we were all going to live under the same roof.
My fingers worked their way under her shirt and grazed her soft skin. I went straight for the clasp on her bra.
“Finally, I have you all to myself,” I growled.
“Grayson?” Her breath hitched.
“Lisa took him for dinner at her house and a movie before bed. I’d say we have three hours.”
“Really?” Kaitlyn bit her bottom lip.
I rolled her on to her back, pinning her hands over her head.
“Really.” I eyed her. I was serious about getting alone time. We’d have to figure out how to balance it, but I wasn’t putting our sex life on hold because I had a son.
Plenty of people figured this out. We could do it too.
“I think you could have had me a lot sooner than now,” she teased.
She arched her back off the bed as I unbuttoned her shirt and pulled it off her arms, leaving her tits exposed.
“Isn’t this worth the wait?” I descended on her tits, sucking one into my mouth.
Kaitlyn moaned. My hands moved to the waist of her shorts, flicking the button open.
I shimmied the shorts off her hips. I kissed her navel and the line of flesh between her hipbones.
“You have on pink,” I growled.
She nodded, knowing this was my favorite pair. I traced the edge of the panties.
I dipped between her legs, and used my teeth to tug on the lace. She arched toward me as needy as I was hungry to devour her.
“You are so fucking sexy.”
I inhaled her sweet scent, sending a direct hard-on to my dick. I loved everything about this girl. Her body. How she tasted. How she moved under me.
“You don’t have to be quiet this time,” I taunted. Maybe it was more of a dare. How loud could she be? How far could she lose control?
I wanted to find out. I wanted to know if her screams would shatter the windows as I licked her sweet pussy.
The panties caught at her ankles. Kaitlyn mewed, ready to beg me to fuck her with my tongue. I saw the lust in her eyes. The way she chewed her lip. The way her tits perked. She was my dessert. And I settled between her legs, ready to drown in her honey.
My fingers settled on her folds before prying them wide. Her clit glistened as I dipped and swirled my tongue over it, making a figure eight before thrusting it inside her.
Her hips quickened their pace until my head was thrashing from side to side, feasting on her. Kaitlyn grasped at the bed, trying to hold on to something.
She cried out and I smiled, knowing she was getting closer to her climax.
She pressed forcefully against my mouth.
“Cole!” she screamed, skyrocketing off the bed.
Fuck she was amazing. I’d never seen a woman look more gorgeous and beautiful than this one. Her body came alive as it pulsed and quivered.
I crawled toward her, kissing her stomach and then her tits. I slide my dick to her pussy. Her eyes fluttered as I pushed inside her, grinding with my hips. I wanted to stay inside her while she was still warm and floating from her orgasm. I needed her pussy this way.
She felt fucking incredible.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, clawing my back. Her breath caught and another orgasm spilled from her.
I pulled out before slamming my cock inside her.
Her hands gripped her tits as she twisted them in her hands. “Cole,” she cried.
Her pussy gripped my dick and I was fucking gone. I came deep and hard. The sweat rolled down my chest as every lost drop spilled from me.
I closed my eyes, working to catch my breath.
“How is that for stress relief?” I grinned. She nodded, barely able to form words. “Feel better?”
“God yes.”
I rolled on my back. “Good.” I took her hand in mine. “I’m glad you’re here. You know that?”
She kissed my chest and my neck. “I love you. This is where I want to be.”
“I wanted to drive out here with you.”
“I know. I should have let you. It was a stupid idea.”
I looked at her. “I can’t believe you admitted it.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t my best plan. And now that I’m here, I don’t know why I thought I needed to do it on my own.”
“Because you’re stubborn.”
She leaned forward and I watched the soft lines of her tits. Fuck. Even after I’d just had her, I wanted her again. I was like a lovesick high school kid. I couldn’t get enough of her.
“I really didn’t want you to have to worry about Grayson. That part was serious.” She planted another kiss on my chest. “But I thought maybe if Ryan knew I could do things on my own, he wouldn’t think I was dependent on you.”
“This was about your brother?” I had thought the exact opposite.
She nodded. “Are you mad?”
I shook my head. “No. But we can’t let him be the reason we decide anything. Going forward it’s you and me. And Grayson,” I added. “He’s still my best friend, but baby I love you. And we live together. I have a son to raise.”
Her eyes misted. “I know. Thank you for letting me do it. And I’ll never move again without you. I swear.”
My hand rounded over her hip and landed on her ass. I slapped at it playfully. “We’re in this together from now on. No matter what. Don’t keep things from me.”
She shook her head. “I won’t.”
“What do you think about ordering dinner?”
“I’m starving. But can we take a shower first?”
I grinned. “Hell yeah.”
6
Kaitlyn
I flipped through the reservation book in the Dune Scape office. Cole had told me there were a few customers booked into the fall, but not many.
The goal was to turn the Dunes into a year-round destination for families and couples, not a only a spring break and graduat
ion hangout for college kids. Graduation was an incredible way to make money, but Cole needed steady income he could count on when the students weren’t in town. Now that I was on the payroll, I needed that consistent cash flow too.
The agreement I made with Cole was that I wouldn’t start accepting a paycheck until the motel had a fifty percent reservation rate for three straight months. It wouldn’t be much, but I’d be able to pay myself a small salary if the motel could bring in that kind of income. I had a savings account I could use in the meantime, but it made me nervous to live off it for too long. When it ran out, I didn’t have anything else to fall back on.
I had convinced myself that my business degree had prepared me for this. I had marketing classes and economic training under my belt. If I could make an A in class, I could definitely make an A for the Dunes.
The little window unit hummed along as I scanned the calendar. It was hard to believe I had already been in South Padre for a week. I had managed to unpack the rest of the boxes, and set up the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom with all my things. Cole promised we could start hunting for living room furniture over the weekend.
He and Grayson had a few things, but it looked like something I bachelor would throw together and he wanted Grayson to feel like it was a real home.
I think Cole and I were finally starting to get the hang of living together. It wasn’t the same as sharing an apartment with Mary Ellen. Whenever she and I lived together, there was a more clearly defined barrier of personal space. Living with Cole, all the personal space boundaries were blurred. We slept in the same bed, shared the same bathroom, and cooked meals together in the kitchen.
I didn’t realize he had a night routine that lasted almost as long as mine. I tried to give him his space to shave and brush his teeth. It seemed weird to hover over him in the bathroom.
We were navigating through it one day at a time. So far, I was proud of us for making it this far without any major blowups or arguments.
I looked up as he walked into the office.
“Hey, I have to run to the mainland to pick up some things for the other rental properties. Want to ride with me?”
“Actually, I just started digging into the reservations. Is it ok if I stay?” I wasn’t sure how long he would be gone and I felt guilty for neglecting my new job’s duties.
“Sure. I’m picking up a new door and some shingles. It shouldn’t take me long.” He strolled over and kissed me long and hard, before retracing his steps to the door.
For that, I would have ridden over the bridge with him. I sighed.
“Thanks for dropping Grayson off this morning.”
“Of course. He was so cute running into preschool. He’s very proud of his Batman backpack.”
Cole had found a small school for Grayson. It was one more thing Amber had never even thought of. I had been added to the list of emergency contacts. It was scary and normal at the same time. I had a car seat in my car. Cole made sure that Grayson had everything he needed. He was an incredible dad.
“I’ll be back soon.” He stepped out of the office.
I logged on to my laptop, ready to start work on my social media campaign. I had made a list of all the places we could start posting and advertising the Dune Scape that might attract an older clientele.
All we needed was one good pipeline, and I knew we could have the place full throughout the year. I had fallen in love with the rundown rooms and the retro accents on my first trip. With a little more upkeep, I wouldn’t be the only one.
I dove into my marketing plan, and before I knew it, it was past lunch. My stomach started to growl.
I didn’t feel like walking back to the house to make lunch. I realized I hadn’t stopped by to see Hank yet. I grabbed my purse, locked the office, and headed over to Peabody’s for a turkey sandwich.
“Look who’s here.” Hank’s smile lit up the bar when I walked in.
“Hey, Hank.” I tossed myself over the bar so I could give him a hug. It was good to see him after so many months.
“How do you like the new place?” he asked.
“The fact that it’s right next door to the Dunes is perfect.”
Hank threw a towel over his shoulder. “Tell me what I can get you.”
“I think I’ll have a turkey club sandwich and some fries.”
“Just one?” His eyebrows arched.
“Yes, Cole had to go pick up some things. I’m eating solo today.” I glanced around the bar. There was a couple on the sunset deck drinking margaritas and a guy in the corner wearing a plaid shirt.
“Ok, one sandwich and fries coming up.” He turned to punch my order into the computer.
“So what have I missed since I’ve been gone?” I settled onto the bar stool. Hank always had the best inside scoop on island news.
“Have you talked to Sasha?”
I laughed. “Yes, I saw her the first day.”
“Good. Didn’t think I could keep that news from you. Don’t know if I’ve ever seen anyone so happy, but she swore me to secrecy until you got here.”
“I think it’s the best news. She and Cal are great together.”
“Hold on one second, Kaitlyn. I’ve got a customer I need to check on.” Hank excused himself from behind the bar and walked to the corner opposite the stage.
I thought back to my first night in South Padre. This is where I met Cal and Lance. After playing pool with them all night, I felt like we had gone to high school together or maybe even grew up on the same street. Things were a little awkward with Lance once he realized all my attention was on Cole, and then there was that situation when I found out Lance was Grayson’s uncle. I didn’t like Cole had been with Lance’s sister, but it was the past.
Hank’s voice rose from the corner, but I couldn’t pick up the conversation. He returned to the bar, slightly flushed in the face.
“Everything ok?” I wasn’t sure I had seen him agitated.
He pulled the towel from his shoulder and wiped the bar until I was certain he could see his reflection. He huffed. “Yes everything is fine. I shouldn’t let people get under my skin. Nothing to worry about.”
“You sure?” I didn’t mean to pry, but the customer had obviously said something to upset him.
“I sent that guy on his way. We don’t need people here poking around about business opportunities and real estate. Just makes my blood boil.”
“Oh.” No wonder Hank was upset. He liked the island the way it was. He didn’t have much patience for outsiders who wanted to alter it.
“Orders up!” the cook yelled from the kitchen window.
Hank pivoted on his heels then extended his arm to grab my lunch.
“Here you go. All ready for you.”
I handed him my credit card.
He waved it off. “No, this one’s on the house.”
“Hank, I don’t need you to do that.” I tried to shove my debit card into his hand.
“It’s a welcome home present.” He smiled and stuffed his hands in his pockets.
There was no way I was getting him to accept it now. “Well, thank you. I like the way that sounds.”
“What’s that?”
“Home.” I smiled.
He chuckled. “I’m glad you moved here, girl. Don’t be a stranger.”
“I won’t. Thanks for lunch.” I picked up the white paper sack and headed to the Dune Scape office.
I unlocked the door and settled behind the desk, ready to dig into the fries.
I checked my email to see if any of the hotel sites I emailed this morning had responded. My inbox was full of promotional coupons, but nothing from the advertisers. I reminded myself this was a marathon, not a sprint. It would take a while to make contacts and start a campaign for the motel.
Cole had multiple offers from developers who wanted to buy the Dune Scape. They all had the same plan: snatch up the 1950s motel, demolish it, and build a high-rise condominium complex. He could have walked away from the money pit and cashed i
n a fortune, but he argued that wasn’t the reason Pops left it to him. It was the only piece of a family legacy he had, and I wasn’t about to screw that up. We could make the Dunes something amazing for Grayson. He wanted his son to have something.
I unwrapped the foil from my turkey sandwich and took a big bite.
The office door opened, and a man whose shoulders filled the frame walked through the door. It wasn’t until he was inside and the silhouette from the sun vanished that I recognized him as the guy sitting in the corner at Peabody’s.
I covered my mouth with my hand as I tried to chew and swallow the enormous bite of sandwich I had stuffed in my mouth.
He had a deep laugh. “Don’t worry. I won’t ask you a hundred questions while you’re eating lunch.” He pulled up a chair and planted himself in front of the desk.
I sipped on my water and cleared my throat. “Sorry.” I swallowed again. “What can I help you with?”
He had light sandy brown hair, and a five o’clock shadow that gave him the look of a cologne model. He was maybe just under thirty.
“Don’t you want to finish your lunch?” He eyed my sandwich.
“No.” I shoved it to the side. “I’m working. Do you need a room?” I smiled and retrieved the reservation book. Cole had reverted to the old system as soon as I left. A walk-in reservation today would be fantastic.
“Something like that.” His eyes raked over me, and I had a creeping suspicion this was not guest-related at all.
“Ok, then what can I do for you?” I noticed his sleeves were rolled just below his elbows, a style Cole often sported.
He leaned forward, his light blue eyes blazing. “I’m Aiden Thomas.”
“Thomas?”
“Yep.” He reached for one of my business cards I had ordered online and read the name. “Are you Kaitlyn Sinclaire, the guest service, marketing, and planning manager?” His eyebrows arched.
The way he read out my self-proclaimed title made me feel ridiculous. I was the only one working in the office, so I tried to come up with something professional. It now sounded idiotic.
I nodded. “That’s me.”
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