Blended (Redemption #1)

by Sasha Brümmer

  “I believe you will be able to. With some practice at the very least.”

  I get down on my knees in front of her and pull down the thin material of her bikini bottom to place a chaste kiss on her pubic bone before standing again. Her chest rises in anticipation and desire for me, which only intensifies my need for her. I lean forward and slide my tongue over her left nipple before moving down to lick her line of cleavage. The sounds she makes when she moans my name are sinful coming from her lips. I release her breast from my other hand as she pumps me once before I take the other nipple into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue.

  “Wade . . . oh God. Please,” she cries and starts to push down my trunks to get her hand around my shaft. She manages to move her hand down the waistband of my trunks, and I realize as she grabs hold of my bare cock that it’s the first time that I’ve allowed her to touch me and fuck if it doesn’t feel right.

  She gets the trunks past my ass, releasing my cock as I move to her other breast, adoring how she tastes and writhes under the pressure of my mouth. My hands find her hips where I dig my fingers into her delicate, pale skin. I lift her up, forcing her to relinquish her hold on my cock. When I lift her high enough, she wraps her legs around my waist and I walk backward to the king-sized bed that I know is there. My lips find hers out of hunger, and I devour her, tasting her need on the tip of her tongue as I’m sure she does mine. The end of the bed hits the backs of my knees. I turn around before laying her on the bed and moving her up the sheets. I maneuver my body on top of hers; I can physically feel her anticipation as I hover over her. My lips leave hers for the moment to travel down her neck to her collarbone.

  “Wade,” she whispers in a plea.

  She reaches around her torso to undo the string of her bikini top that’s still holding it onto her just as I trail my fingers down the center of her rib cage and past her belly button. I reach into her bikini bottoms to feel her for the first time since I washed her. I gingerly run my finger through her slit causing her to push her hips up, begging me for more as my fingers find her clitoris. I stroke her once and then again before moving my index finger between her lips, feeling exactly how much she fucking wants me to sink into her and pound away until she comes undone. Until I fully stake my claim on her.

  “Yes . . .”

  “You’re soaked for me, Hads.”

  She doesn’t speak as I sink my middle finger into her, feeling her inner walls, touching what no other man will while she’s mine.

  “Do you understand that you are mine?” I ask her as I tease her neck with my lips.

  “I d-do,” she stutters while one hand fists the sheets at her side and the other weaves into the back of my hair, pulling at the strands that she’s able to lock her fingers around.

  “I will not share you. Have I made myself clear? Not with anyone while you’re mine. Is that understood?” I repeat myself for good measure.

  “Yes, Whiskey. I . . . please.”

  The anticipation and need in her voice make my cock stir and harden even further, so much so, that it’s on the verge of being painful.

  I crook my finger up inside of her to find her sweet spot, the place that will make her pure putty in my hands. I know when I hit it because she lets out a tortured whimper. I watch her limbs tighten for me before she releases the tension that I have helped her build up.

  The sound of the doorbell, followed by a sharp knock, draws my attention and I remove my finger from her while I watch the wanton expression on her face change to surprise and then shock as I move off of her.

  “What are you doing?” she asks frantically as her eyes dart to mine, silently begging me for more of what I was finally giving her.

  “Answering the door, Rye,” I tell her as I place my middle finger into my mouth so I can taste her cream.

  “But . . .”

  “Get dressed. We wouldn’t want Isla knowing how sexy you look when you get what you need, or when you’re half-naked and spread out on my bed.”

  She sits up quickly and covers her breasts with her forearm while I pull my trunks back over my ass and stride out of the bedroom and across the expanse of the suite to the door. I run a hand through my hair before I swing it open—at the same time as I hear Hadley letting loose with a string of obscenities, whether to herself or toward me I don’t know.

  Isla greets me with a ravishing smile and throws her arms around me in a hug. “My God, Brass, I fucking love the suite you got me. And to think I was complaining about our vacation interruption on the plane—because of her, I get my own suite.” She throws her head back and gives me one hell of an evil laugh before letting go of me.

  “You’re welcome, Isla. Do you mind helping Hads with her bikini?”

  “Hads, huh? Look at you, growing a pair of balls and letting them hang a little lower.”

  “Fuck off.” I offer her my finger while she walks across the suite and into the bedroom where I know Rye is in fucking pieces with need.

  The late afternoon sun beats down on the three of us while we lounge on the white sand. We’re shaded in a cabana, but I’ve noticed that Hadley’s skin has grown the slightest shade darker. I rest my head back against the lounger and take in the view in front of me. It’s not often that I let go of work and fully immerse myself in the luxury of relaxation.

  Bondi Beach isn’t overcrowded like it was when we first arrived. Many beach-goers have left, and it has grown quieter. Despite the heat of the day, I find myself content as I watch the waves crash against the shore, and the sound of the water has helped to soothe any residual stress that had been lingering.

  I must have drifted off because I wake to Isla and Hadley laughing together as they walk toward the cabana. My eyes go to Hadley as she takes one step after the other in the white sand. She’s wet. They must have gone down to the waves without my noticing. Her now-sun-kissed skin is shining with small droplets of saltwater, and I would have been fucked if Isla didn’t walk past the cabana as Hadley walks up to me. My cock rises as she nears me.

  “I could get used to this sight.”

  I can see her blush through my sunglasses. She mustn’t have realized that I had woken up because she was gazing at me as well.

  “I could say the same thing,” she says as she takes a seat next to me on the double lounger. Instead of lying down, though, she leans over my torso and wrings her hair out over me.

  The water is ice cold on my heated chest as it hits me.

  “Fuck,” I curse, and I leap up, knocking over the small table holding our drinks beside me. She stands up just as quickly and starts to back away from me. I grin to myself before I take a step and then another at a faster pace in her direction.

  She must realize my intention because she turns and takes off down the sand and toward the ocean. The vision of her ass moving slows me down for a second before I bolt after her.

  She looks over her shoulder at me and shouts, “Wade! Don’t you dare!”

  “Ah baby, payback is an evil bitch,” I tell her as I reach my hands out for her and grab her by the hips, sweeping her off of her feet and spinning us around.

  “Wade.” She giggles and moves her wet hair from her face.

  “You’ve done it now, Rye.”

  She starts kicking her legs as I hold onto her. We’ve captured the attention of a few beachgoers now, but I couldn’t give a fuck as I walk into the waves with her. Her arms wrap around my neck as I hold her up, and she watches me intently.

  “What are you going to—” she gets out just as I get deep enough into the water to toss her into the air and watch as she splashes into a wave a few feet in front of me while squirming.

  I swim over to where she landed just as she surfaces, sputtering for breath.

  “You asshole,” she manages to get out as I pull her to me. Her arms move around my neck as I swipe the wet tendrils from her face.

  I’m met with her radiant smile, and I chuckle. “Two can play at your game, Hads.”

  She locks her l
egs around my torso as I hold onto her. “I think that I like this side of you, Waylon Brass.”

  “Mmm, you haven’t seen anything yet, baby.”

  “Oh?”

  I drop to my knees in the water, taking us both down as a wave crashes above our heads. She pushes up and swims to the surface and out of my grip. I follow behind her until I break the surface. She’s moving strands of hair out of her face when I lock eyes with her as she treads water. I realize that she can’t stand here so I pull her close and kiss her sea-salted lips.

  “You’re captivating, Rye.”

  “You think so? I was thinking just how much of a prick you are.”

  “A prick?”

  “Yes. All I did was cool you off,” she says through a laugh and splashes me.

  I run my finger over her lips before placing a kiss against them, tasting salt and everything that makes up this gorgeous woman. “I enjoyed it, and I’m enjoying having you to myself right now.”

  “You can hog me all you want.”

  “I’ll take you up on that offer, be warned.”

  She purses her lips and runs a hand through my hair. “Deal.”

  “Are you hungry?” I ask to distract the both of us from plunging into more than a conversation in front of our spectators on the beach.

  “A little, but I think I want another one of those Aussie Beach Blonde drinks.”

  “Come with me, I’ll get you buzzed.”

  “Don’t make promises that you can’t keep, Wade. Specifically, ones made with your fingers. I’m desperate for you since you touched me in the suite.”

  “I keep my promises, Rye. You’ll just have to give me the time to prove it.” I run my hand down her back under the water, running my fingers over her piercings before we make our way back to the shore.

  I take her hand, intertwining my fingers with hers while she adjusts her bikini with the other. I haven’t been able to take my eyes off of her this afternoon. She’s unquestionably the woman on the beach that has all of the men boning after her.

  She’s untouchable with me around, though, and I’m going to keep it that way.

  “There you assholes are,” Isla greets as we walk up to the cabana, and she’s holding one of those Beach Blonde drinks in each hand.

  “Please tell me that one of those are for me,” Hadley says, and she lets go of my hand and walks up to Isla.

  “Sure as shit. I don’t think that I’ve ever seen Wade drink anything but whiskey.”

  They each take a drink and moan in unison while I grab a towel and dry my hair off before wrapping it around my hips.

  “Baby, did you want a towel?” I ask without thinking, and Isla’s gaze shoots up to meet mine.

  “Holy shit,” she says as I realize my mistake. I’ve just called Hadley ‘baby’ in front of my best friend. I’ve never called a woman anything other than her full name before, with the exception of Hadley.

  Hadley sets her drink down and walks up to me to take the towel. “Thank you.”

  “Uhh,” Isla voices and I stare at her as I watch her confusion turn into a smile, and I’m flooded with relief that there won’t be another bitter moment between the two of us.

  I watch Hadley dry off and take a seat on the lounger again with her drink before I join her while Isla lies out in the sun.

  “Thank you for bringing me here, Whiskey. It’s undeniably stunning.”

  “I’m glad that you agreed to come so quickly. The thought of not seeing you for over a week wasn’t something that I was willing to contemplate.”

  She blushes and takes a drink, trying to hide her pink cheeks from me. I pull her body closer, and she drops her leg between mine as I stretch out on the white cushions.

  “Brass, why the fuck haven’t you gotten on a board yet?”

  I chuckle at Isla and look down at Hadley. “I’m rather content right now.”

  “So I’ve noticed, but you can’t come all the way down here and not surf.”

  “Wait, you surf?” Hadley peers up at me through her sunglasses.

  “I do. I have for years now. Maybe I should teach you one afternoon.”

  “Uhh, sure, if you want to see me eat wave.”

  “Oh come on, Hadley,” Isla cheers her on, “even I have done it. Mind you, I never actually stood up, but it was fun watching Wade get so frustrated with me.”

  They laugh together, and I shake my head. “I’ll take you out, Hadley.”

  “If you really want to, I suppose, but will you have time with all of your meetings and appointments?”

  “I’m not sure, but why don’t we head down to the beach before the sun rises tomorrow and I’ll show you how to get up on the board at the very least.”

  She readjusts herself so she’s seated on the lounger instead of lying against me, “All right. I’ll give it a go.”

  “Now that we have that sorted, can we please go spend Wade’s money? I’m dying in this heat,” Isla says.

  I watch Hadley swallow the remainder of her drink before she gets up and reaches into her bag for a cover-up. As much as I don’t appreciate the material hindering my view, I would not enjoy watching other men gawk at her as we make our way around Sydney. I grab my belongings after pulling a T-shirt over my head and hold my hand out to her. “You coming?”

  She purses her lips and lifts her bag onto her shoulder. “I should be.”

  “Dear God,” Isla spits out and starts to walk away from us as Hadley reaches for me. I pull her into my side as I let the cabana girl know that we’re heading out and to charge my company for the expenses before we fall into step behind Isla.

  I’ve never understood how women are able to walk around stores for hours before settling on what to buy. I think that Isla took it easy on my credit card because Hadley was with her. Isla eventually got Hadley to agree to purchase a Burberry bag and a matching purse. I’m rather pleased that Hadley isn’t swept up in my lavish lifestyle as I’m sure many other women would be.

  She may be the normal that I was in search of.

  I’m in paradise.

  I’ve been watching Wade out on the waves for an hour now, and I didn’t think that I could be so attracted to someone else as I am to him at this moment. I watch as he rides out the largest wave that I’ve seen him on this morning before he picks up his board, clamping it underneath his left arm and starts to make his way out of the water toward me. I have my legs splayed out in front of me while I lean my arms out behind me, soaking up the early morning Australian sun in a white and navy strapless bikini that he picked out for me during our shopping trip last night.

  This morning when we woke up to his alarm, the sun hadn’t risen yet. He kissed me quickly and told me to get ready, and that we’d have breakfast before he goes into his meetings for the day. We got ready next to each other, all the while stealing glances in the mirrors.

  After picking up his board at a friend’s house on the way, we arrived at the beach before anyone else was here. We sat next to each other as the sun decided to wake up over the ocean, spilling vibrant colors over the sky. We didn’t talk or touch each other, and I’ve never enjoyed just being around someone as I was with him this morning. Once the sun rose, he taught me how to get up on a surfboard on the sand before we made our way to the water.

  We had plenty of laughs, all of which were at my expense until I told him that I wanted to see what he could do and he’s been catching waves ever since.

  I’m snapped back from this morning’s memories as he comes closer to me. The roar of the waves is all I can hear until he pushes the end of the surfboard into the sand to the right of me before taking a seat beside me.

  “You’re incredible, Whiskey.”

  He runs his hand through his wet hair, trying to comb it out of his face as he beams at me, “You think so?”

  “Are you kidding me? Those waves are huge. I could watch you do that for hours.”

  “You weren’t so bad yourself. You got up rather quickly.”

  I laugh
and nudge him with my shoulder, “I got up twice, and once you were holding my hand.”

  I watch him as he stretches his arms back and his legs out in front of him. He rests his arm behind my back so I take the opportunity to lean back against his shoulder as I look out at the crashing waves. He leans his head against mine, and I can feel the smile on his face.

  “You’re beautiful, you know that? Those few times that I fell off of the board were your fault. I caught the sight of you out of the corner of my eye and lost focus on the wave. You distract me, Rye.”

  I sweep sand onto his calves with my foot while he speaks, taking in his words, “Don’t blame your clumsiness on me,” I joke with him.

  “I’m merely placing blame where it is due.” He swings his right arm over my body and pulls on my left hip until he has me straddling his lap.

  Placing my hands on his tanned, muscular shoulders, I look down at him. “Mmm, I’m not so sure about that,” I say as I move closer to him. “Wade?’

  “What is it?”

  “Can we do this again before we leave the country?”

  “You bet your fine ass that we can. I’d like you to get a chance to meet Liam before we leave as well. Isla and I went to college with him before he dropped out and moved down here. It was his house we went to earlier to pick up my board. I think he’d rather enjoy meeting you.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes, but for now, let’s go get you fed.”

  “I was hoping that you’d take me in the waves instead,” I tell him without giving up my prime spot with my pussy right above his erection.

  “Did you now?”

  “What? You don’t want me?”

  He eyes me curiously, cautiously, before answering. “I believe that you already know the answer to that. I’ve told you that I’ll take you when you’re ready and not a second sooner.”

  “Jesus, Wade. I’m dying since you fingered me. I’ll have to get myself off.”

  “I’d like to watch that.”

  “Ugh! Of course you would,” I huff and get up and off of him before grabbing his shirt and sliding it on over my bikini.