Riley yawned beside him. “How long is it going to take?”
He spared a glance at her. Dressed in shorts and a tank top, she looked relaxed. Chance was glad that he took her suggestion seriously. They were off to his friend’s cabin next to the beach. It would be a wonderful weekend and three days later, they would come back and renew their plans. “Another hour, love.”
“I can’t wait to sit on the beach,” she said. “Hearing the sound of ocean waves is kinda soothing, isn’t it?”
“Sure is.” As they reached a juncture, Chance noticed a car behind him. He wasn’t sure which turn to take and the car crossed by them and went straight. He took a right turn. “I am a beach buff myself. Can’t wait to make love to you on the beach.”
“Hey.” She slapped him on the arm. Then, she considered. “Is it mostly deserted?”
“There is not another cabin for miles. My friend is somewhat of a loner, and he goes there to seek peace or whatever the hell he needs to do to recharge. There is a fishing pier about a mile away, and he spends most of his time there.”
“You can be sure we won’t be spending any time there.” She glanced at him. “You’re not one of those men who can wait for hours to catch a fish now, are you?”
“Honey, there isn’t a man alive in this world who can focus on fish when you are there.”
She nodded. A grin spread over her lips. “Good answer. I believe I will allow you to make love to me under the moonlight on the beach.”
“I have died and gone to heaven,” he declared.
She giggled and switched on the music. As the song blared in the car, he nodded his head along with the music. Soon, they reached the cabin and unloaded their stuff. “It’s a simple place,” she said.
Chance had been to the cabin once before, and he was prepared. They had enough food to last for three days. He’d brought extra blankets and a flashlight. “There is no electricity at night.”
“Oh dear, what will we do for entertainment?”
He ran his hand through her hair and grabbed a handful. Wrapping it around his finger, he tugged her closer and planted a kiss on her lips. She was warm and soft, and the brief contact was enough to make his nerve sizzle. “I believe I can think of a few things.”
She pushed him away. “I bet you can. Come on, let’s first haul all this stuff inside, and then I need to go for a walk on the beach, and you, mister, will join me.”
“Sex on the beach?”
She waved a finger at him. “If you are very, very good…”
They laughed and walked outside to take things from the car into the cabin. Chance looked forward to this mini vacation. It was a way to win back their sanity from the crazy events that plagued them. As he unloaded stuff, Chance noticed the sketch book and art supplies. He carried them inside and put them on the table. She put the last bag on the floor and closed the door.
“Planning to do some drawings?”
Her gaze traveled to the sketch book and a slow smile spread over her lips. “Sure, why not. If I get time.”
“The art dealer was quite hopeful. I nearly fell out of my chair when he said that he estimated that each sketch might go for a minimum of a thousand dollars.”
“I bet he would get more than that.” She opened the fridge and began to put the food inside. He helped her. “I liked that man. He had gumption. I can see that he was excited about selling them, and that makes me feel confident that he would do his best to get the best price.”
“He selected seventeen sketches, and if he gets a thousand each, that’s seventeen thousand right there.”
“Oh yeah. I can see that you are totally excited about this.”
“Why wouldn’t I be? That’s a good amount to have in your savings account.”
She closed the fridge, put her hands on her hips, and cocked her head. “We can use that money for the bar.”
He turned away and picked up the bag. Carrying it in the bedroom, he dumped it on the bed. “We’ve talked about it before.”
“And we didn’t agree on anything.”
“That’s because you’re being pig-headed as usual. I have already told you that we each put in equal amount for the bar, and you have enough savings for that already. This money you can keep in your bank and use it for something for yourself.”
“The bar would also be mine.”
He held her hands. “It would make me feel a lot better if you had this money sitting in your bank, in case of emergencies. Or better yet, just spend it on getting a nice bauble, a ring perhaps. Or a bracelet.”
She stepped closer and put her head on his shoulder. It felt nice, comfortable. “Don’t be silly. I don’t need to buy jewelry to feel better. I have you for that.”
“That’s a nice thing to say.”
She swatted his butt and moved away when he attempted to grab her. She giggled, as he chased her through the cabin. They ended up on the couch. He kissed her and felt the slow burn of desire skip and slide through his veins. It didn’t matter what he did, the woman made him hot with need every time he was with her. As his hands roamed over her back, he drew her in and inhaled the scent of her perfume. He didn’t want to let go, but with reluctance, he lifted his head.
“You could make a saint forget his vows.”
She put a hand on his cheek and rubbed. The sweet gesture was enough to make his heart swell with love. “I love you.”
The more she said it, the more he wanted to hear it. “I love you, too. And now come on, woman, I believe I promised you a walk on the beach.”
“And much more than that,” she added.
“Oh yes, I remember that part. Vaguely. A bit. You might have to remind me what exactly I said.”
They strolled out of the cabin. It was a lovely evening. A brisk wind blew, and the coconut trees that lined the beach shook. Taking off their shoes, they dumped them on the stoop. Feeling relaxed and nice, they walked down the beach, hand in hand. It was such a romantic place, and there wasn’t another person in sight.
“I feel like we are the only two people on the planet,” she said
“I wish that were true. I would love for that to be the case,” he said. “Now imagine if you were stranded with me on a deserted island, what’s the first thing you would do?”
“After I make wild and passionate love to you?”
“Yes, of course, that is the first thing we would have to do. Absolutely. But after that?”
“Look for shelter,” she suggested.
“Yeah, good idea. We would find a nice, warm cave and then make love there to celebrate the fact that we were successful in finding shelter.”
“And then find some food,” she said.
“And after that…”
“Shush, love. I think I get where you are going.” They strolled on. The sound of the waves crashing on the sandy beach was indeed soothing. “We should make a habit of this. Come out every now and then and spend hours away from civilization.”
“It’s the artist in you,” he said. “You crave some alone time so that you can be one with nature.”
“Truly, I never thought such deep thoughts, but it’s nice that you associate them with me.”
He watched a seagull as it landed on the water and spun away with a fish in its beak. “Nature is cruel, you know. We think it’s beautiful and majestic, but it’s really harsh. The strong win and the weak fail. It’s truly the law of the jungle.”
“Such deep thoughts, Chance. I didn’t know you had in you.”
It was his turn to swat her butt. “Hey, I am a smart, capable man. You just underestimate me too much.”
“I won’t make that mistake again.”
As they walked on, he looked back at the cabin. It was now nearly hidden, as it was set back behind the trees. Chance felt a twinge of unease. It was such a wide, open space, and they hadn’t even bothered to lock the cabin. Yet, this was also safe. No one else was here, and he doubted there were any homeless people around who would go inside and raid the pl
ace.
“If you had a choice between staying on the beach or the mountains, what would you do?”
“The beach, of course,” she admitted. “As would you, because you have said already that you’re a beach buff.”
“True. But I like looking at mountains from far. I just don’t enjoy myself all that much when I have to hike. It doesn’t give me that sense of peace and being one with nature as does the beach. Here, I feel as if the world is far away, and I can be alone with my thoughts.”
“And you really need to pin those thoughts down,” she said. “You want to sit on the knoll?”
“Sure.” They took a place on a slightly raised sand bar and looked out at the vast ocean. The stormy waves crashed and spun away, and then came back for another spin. It was eternal, consistent, and there was a sense of peace in the magnificence of it.
“As I was saying, I think there is a writer hidden inside you.”
He gaped at her. “Are you crazy? I couldn’t write two paragraphs together if you held a gun to my temple.”
“I think you could do that,” she said. “I see this struggle inside you to understand the world and to find your place in it. It’s not there in everybody. Most people are just content to sit and pass time. They are excited to merely survive. You and I, we are both old souls, and we try to seek meaning. That’s what I do with my art, and you do with your thoughts.”
He’d never given any thought to the idea that he might like to write one day. Sure, he liked to read and had spent many pleasurable evenings getting books from libraries…but writing. That was just another thing altogether. He didn’t have the guts to do it.
“I don’t think so.”
“Start with a journal. Write what you did, what you thought, and what you planned, and then see if it takes you anywhere.”
Chance gazed out at the open water. He just wanted to float on the waves and allow them to take him anywhere they wanted. Of course, it was a pipe dream, or rather a careless suicide if he gave vent to his urges. On the other hand, what she suggested wasn’t so dangerous. “Maybe I will give it a whirl.”
She patted him on the back. “That’s the spirit.” Riley drew something on the sand and then ran her hand over it. “There is one really good memory I have of my childhood. It was the weekend we’d gone away to the beach. I remember we spent the whole day on the beach. My father drank and my mother attended to his needs while we ran wild. At night, my father was so drunk that he passed out, and my brother and I sneaked up on the roof and listened to the sounds of the ocean. The next day, we went home. I wish we could have stayed a few more days. It was the only time we enjoyed ourselves as a family.”
He could understand her pain and the depth of it. Chance held her hand. “We’re together now, and we will make our own memories.”
Tears glistened in her eyes, and then she shook her head and they were gone. Her shoulders straightened, and she squeezed his hand. “We will. That’s a promise.”
In a companionable silence, they sat for a while, two souls that were in perfect harmony together. Chance had a wonderful time with her ever since he met her, but this was the first time that he felt in sync. Maybe it was the beginning of their new tomorrow. From now on, they would only have good memories of their life together. He was determined to make it so.
Chapter Seven
The sun went down, and the rays of it, orange and red, cast shadows on the ocean. It was a beautiful sight, and one she loved with all her heart. They sat in silence, two peas in a pod, as they watched the brilliance of nature. It took her breath away. She was awed by the glory of this beautiful earth that they inherited.
Finally, she stood. “We should head home. It’s going to get dark very soon, and we didn’t even bring a flashlight.”
“Always the voice of reason,” he announced. “But you’re right. I am also getting a bit hungry.”
“We will cook something.”
“You know, I think there is one promise that I have yet to keep.” He drew her in his arms and kissed her. His lips were soft but demanding, and she damn near melted in his arms. Now that they were in this beautiful heaven, she felt relaxed, calm. Of course, the desire that skipped and burned though her veins made it difficult for her to keep a check on her hormones. The storm of need that was unleashed within her nerves held the force of a tsunami. His hands roamed over her back, and his breath was hot on her face. The scent of him, strong and spicy, invaded her nostrils and kindled a fire. As his tongue explored her mouth, she ran her hands over his arms. His muscles bulged under the tips of her fingers. His tongue brushed over her gums and tasted her.
When he lifted his head, she was breathless. His gaze locked with hers, and she could feel the need that burned bright in his eyes.
“Nice start,” she said.
He laughed and began to open the buttons on his shirt. She checked the beach to make sure they were indeed alone. Once she concluded that there wasn’t a person in sight, Riley took off her dress. Off came her bra and panties long before he’d finished peeling off his shirt. His eyes widened, as he stared at her naked body. She ran a hand from the smooth column of her throat down to her breasts. Her finger pressed on the nipple of a firm breast, and he groaned. Quickly, he fiddled with his shorts and took them off. The twisting coils of desire that curled in his eyes made her horny. Putting her hands on the sand, she leaned back. His gaze fixed on her breasts while she feasted her eyes on the hard muscles that bulged and rippled. The waning light of the sun played on his skin and highlighted his abs. Her fingers itched to rub over his skin and feel his body shiver. She wanted to taste and savor, worship and devour. His cock, hard and long, jutted out. As she watched, he took it in his hand. The gesture made her gulp. The slow burning fire mushroomed into a volcano and exploded within her veins. He joined her on the soft sand. For a moment, she felt exposed, vulnerable, and then he put his hand on her stomach and the contact sent a lance of need straight up her gut.
His lips claimed hers once more as he lay down, half covering her with his body. Her mouth parted under his, and his tongue poked in to taste her once more. While generally she liked to fight for every inch of control, Riley felt as if her limbs were made of liquid lust. She couldn’t do anything but follow his signals, as he took pleasure in her body. Gently, he nibbled his way down her cheek to her neck. When his lips lingered on the pulse that beat at the base of her throat, she actually felt dizzy. His tongue flicked over her collar bone, and heady sensations spiraled inside her.
Her fingers dug into his side, but he appeared not to notice. Her body vibrated with need as he nibbled down to her breasts. Anticipation fanned the fire that already engulfed her. Her breasts heaved, as he slowly worked his way up to her nipple. His tongue swept over the sweet bud, and she felt the crazy desire that drenched every inch of her body. He teased and sucked, caressed and fondled, while she trembled under him.
“Enough,” she said. Riley speared her fingers through his hair and yanked back his head to claim a kiss. Quickly, she straddled him before he could stop her. It was her turn to slide down his torso while she searched for his blood-engorged organ. When she grasped it in her hand, he moaned. She licked the tip of it and felt him shudder. Naked, he lay down under her, a bouquet of taste and smell. His thick shaft throbbed, and in response to its urgent need, her pussy opened like a flower. Moisture leaked down and coated her thighs.
She wanted him deep inside her so that she could feel him move within her muscles. Her sheath craved his organ. Until he plunged into her depths, she wouldn’t feel complete. She flicked her tongue over his penis. The taste of him was enough to make her want more. Then, she let his penis go. Quickly, she slid up his body and positioned her pussy over his cock.
His hands settled on her hips, but she resisted the effort. Instead, she rubbed her pussy over his cock. His organ was dripped with her juices. When he moaned, she laughed. She tried to still the ocean of passion that bubbled in her veins. His fingers dug into the soft fl
esh of her hips, but she still didn’t take him in. Instead, she brushed her nipples over his chest. The soft contact made her shiver. Her nipples hardened, and she sighed.
His hand slipped in between the juncture of her thighs, and he touched her pussy. The curls that guarded her velvety center were already wet. His finger slipped inside her, and the waves of pleasure that careened through her veins were intense. A willing victim of the desire that gripped her, she rocked her hips back and forth. She allowed him to fuck her with his hand while she nibbled on his chest and throat. The need for release was now a storm within her. As soon as he pulled his finger out, she sat on his organ and allowed his cock to move all the way in.
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