Pleasure Cove: Where love is hot on the beach!

by Nash, M. G.

  “Welcome home,” he said jovially, “I brought you a cold beer, Bob.” He thrust the drink into his friend’s hand slapping him on the back, “Good job, both of you. Anything can happen in a day’s flying. That what makes it so much damn fun.”

  Carrie climbed down and walked around to give Bob a hug. “You did well,” she whispered in his ear kissing his cheek.

  “My co-pilot,” he said proudly, wrapping his arm around her waist giving it a squeeze.

  “OK, enough lovey-dovey,” remarked Dave, “Let’s look at that alternator to see what’s wrong.”

  “I think I’ll wait for you guys in the room,” Carrie said. “Some quiet time with a book sounds good right now.” She kissed Bob quickly and turned toward the motel.

  He watched her walk away wanting her to run back and hug him again. She had stayed calm. Some women he knew would have cried hysterically.

  Jose walked up bringing his toolkit. “Everything OK, senor?” he asked as he handed the kit to Dave.

  “Let’s take a look,” replied Dave lifting the engine cowling and looking inside. “Oh, yeah, just as I thought, the belt is laying here in the bottom. You’re lucky it didn’t twist into the engine. That would have been a mess. We can make this right in about ten minutes.”

  Bob shook his head, “From your mouth to God’s ears,” he said, “How can I help?”

  “Just hand me the tools as I call for them and then I’ll take it for a test flight to make sure we got it right,” Dave assured him.

  Bob looked at Jose, “I’ll meet you back at the bar in a few minutes. I wanted to go over a few things with you before we leave, and I’m thinking we should head back today with these plane troubles.”

  “Sure thing, after lunch I take some guests back to the airport,” Jose responded. He headed back to the motel so the men could finish their work.

  “Planes are like women, Bob, you gotta treat ‘em with kid gloves so they’ll sing for you,” said Dave as he worked tightening the alternator belt into position.

  “Anything you say, Dave, you’ve known a lot more women than me, I just want this plane to be safe so we can all get home later today.”

  Dave ignored him and continued on, “I know a keeper when I see one, Bob, and Carrie’s a keeper,” Dave emphasized his thought by pointing his wrench at Bob; “She’s not like my girl who is high maintenance. I really noticed that about her this weekend.”

  “Are you ready to give up your family for that?” asked Bob as Dave secured the last bolt and began packing the tools away.

  “Well, that’s a good question,” Dave admitted, “I’ll think about that while I take this little baby for a test flight.”

  Bob nodded and headed back to the motel to find Jose. He wanted to give him a list of homework; check out Miguel living at Mary’s cabin, check out the palm fronds down the beach, check out Mary’s house to see if there was anything unexpected. He would follow-up with Alfredo in Ensenada as soon as he knew what was happening here. He was certain it would take a local business man to get through to the timeshare execs.

  He walked into the bar and found Jose mixing Bloody Marys. “I’ll take one of those,” Bob said spontaneously. Jose poured him a drink and delivered the rest to the group gathered under the palapa. Bob took a long drink and sighed.

  “Can we go to the back office for just a minute?” Bob asked when Jose returned.

  Nodding his head, Jose said, “It will take them a little while before they need refills. If I get them drunk, they will sleep in the car.” The men headed down the hallway together. As they walked, Jose asked, “So, what really happened with the plane?”

  Bob patted him on the shoulder and reassured him, “Exactly what Dave said, it was just a thrown alternator belt. I know he may not make a great impression, but he’s an ace pilot.”

  Chapter 8

  Carrie was reading by the sliding glass door when Bob entered the room. She looked at him and then ran to hug him to her. “I’ve been a little shaky just thinking about what could have happened,” she admitted as she held onto him.

  “I know, I know, Carrie,” he calmed her by rubbing her back; “I just had a strong drink to calm myself down.”

  She kissed his cheek and moved to capture his mouth in an urgent kiss. He absorbed her body in his and met her stroke for stroke as her tongue dueled with his. She broke the kiss and pulled back to look into Bob’s eyes. “I want to make love to you so bad right now,” she said in a rush.

  He grinned and pulled her back to him, “So, I get my blowjob after all,” he teased as he kissed her senseless.

  “Oh, yes, that and more,” she promised, “I want the whole fireworks. I’m so happy to be alive and here with you.”

  He pushed her back and they fell together onto the bed. He pinned her arms over her head with one hand and skimmed her body with the other. His eyes never left hers as he possessed her with his touch. She shivered waiting for his head to drop to hers. She strained up to meet him as she clasped his hand and spread her legs to wrap around his back. “Bob, I want you to take me. Make me feel alive.”

  “Oh, yes, I’m going to fuck you till we both burn,” he told her between quick kisses down her throat. He took her breast through her clothes sucking hard to dampen the fabric. She moaned at the friction arching her body for more.

  “Do that again,” she pleaded, “I love the silkiness against my skin.” Bob moved to the other breast and Carrie squealed with pleasure as he suckled and released repeating it again. Her heart raced at the sensations that cascaded through her body.

  When Bob lifted his hand from her arms, Carrie pulled them down to his pants and began unzipping them.

  “I want your hot cock inside me,” she demanded jerking his pants down to his knees. He stripped off his shirt and began lifting her dress above her waist.

  “Look at you-all bare and beautiful,” he stroked her belly and dipped a finger inside her. “Hot and wet, you are burning, Carrie, and I want you,” he murmured moving over her and thrusting his cock deep inside her.

  Carrie bucked from the power of his thrust. She wanted him pounding her and lifted her body to meet each stroke. They panted thrusting with their legs entwined. Bob kept his eyes on Carrie’s face as he took over her body. She exploded from the heat and friction. “Oh, my God, “she cried continuing to pump as her orgasms rushed through her body.

  Bob finally slowed to catch his breath and kissed her hard, “Feel alive now, my love?” he asked staring into her eyes.

  “My heart is racing,” she moaned between breaths. “Every nerve ending tingles. She rocked them side to side and suddenly flipped over so she was on top. “I want to taste your hot cock,” she panted sliding down his body. Grabbing his pulsing shaft, she sucked it in her mouth. She felt his legs jerk as he responded to her stroking up and down. Working the head of his penis, she rolled her tongue around its top before pushing down again with her lips.

  Bob moaned pushing her head further down till she had him completely in her mouth. She came up quickly and repeated her sucking motion. “Give it to me, I want you to explode in my mouth,” she urged squeezing his balls while licking his shaft. Once more she buried his cock in her mouth and moaned as she sucked up and down.

  Bob soon lost control and exploded in Carrie’s mouth. Hot semen covered her tongue and she squeezed the last droplets out with her hand so she could lick them off of his cock. She wiped her mouth and kissed his penis before curling up in Bob’s arms. She bit his shoulder gently, “We had a lot more fun here on this bed than we would have in that plane.”

  He squeezed her to him agreeing, “You were wonderful, by the way. I’d fly with you anytime. I’m just glad we’re here and safe. I’m sorry we have to go home today.”

  “I feel the same way,” Carrie replied rubbing her hand on his chest. “I could lie on this bed for a long time.”

  Bob looked down at her and smiled, “Maybe we could come back next month after the fishing tournament. By that time we s
hould have answers to some of our questions.”

  “I’d love that,” answered Carrie pulling her head onto Bob’s shoulder and wrapping her arm around his waist. They simply laid in their contentment for a few minutes before facing the world again.

  The sun was low in the sky when the plane started down the Pescadero runway. Bob and Carrie were tucked into the back as Dave guided the plane toward San Diego. Carrie closed her eyes hoping the rumble of the plane would lull her to sleep. Work will seem dull after this weekend of surprises, she thought as she drifted off.

  Bob sat quietly and thought about the latest news he’d just heard from Dave. It was possible that someone removed the safety wire and loosened those bolts on purpose, causing the alternator belt on the plane to come off. That was hard to believe, but Dave had called the mechanic in Cabo and grilled him about his repair work. The mechanic insisted that the work was inspected and he had a record to prove it. The bolts had been tightened and the safety wire had been inserted.

  If that was true, then who had cut the wire? It had to be someone at Pleasure Cove. The plane only sat idle for one hour while they ate breakfast. Bob decided to keep this bit of news from Carrie for right now. He was certain this was a message to him – a warning about investing in the motel. He didn’t like being threatened even when it was this vaguely.

  But, what troubled him even more was the idea of someone at the motel spying on them and reporting back to the timeshare firm. This confirmed his suspicion that someone was passing information and the timeshare investors were using it to sabotage the motel just to lower its value. But, proving that would be a challenge. And, takeover firms wouldn’t hesitate to play dirty like driving the motel into bankruptcy so they could buy it for a rock bottom price. This was not exactly what he had planned when he agreed to help Jose. It started out as just a small loan. Now, he would have to think seriously about what to do for everyone’s protection.

  The plane glided onto the Santa Ana runway in Orange County under the night lights of the city. Everyone was quiet as they emptied the plane, cleared customs and headed toward the terminal. Bob walked Carrie to her car placing her bag in the front seat. She wrapped her arms around his waist hugged him before lifting her head for a final kiss.

  “Call me when you get some time this week, Bob, and I’ll cook dinner for us,” said Carrie pulling out her keys. Bob leaned forward as she settled into the driver’s seat and smiled, “Give me a day or two to catch up on phone calls and I’ll be in touch.”

  He watched her drive away and thought about her involvement. If they knew about him, they now knew about her. Maybe he should keep her away from Pleasure Cove for a while until he sorted this out. He would not jeopardize her safety. She had become too important to him - which was even a little frightening to him.

  Two days later Bob was catching up with his work. He ran his hand across his face. He had made all the final fish tournament details with Jose. He’d decided not to speak on the phone with him about the plane trouble. If there was a spy at the motel, he wasn’t going to give him any more information by talking on the phone. He had racked his brain wondering who could have sabotaged that plane and there were only a few choices. He would discuss them all with Jose but his money was on Pedro who sat at the front desk, was bi-lingual and could easily disappear for a few minutes without the staff noticing.

  One more thing to add to the list, he thought to himself – check out everyone’s background. He would try to spend more time chatting with Pedro next weekend during the tournament. Now, he had to focus on his business which needed some attention. His medical supply company had good managers but he knew they had delays with one Texas manufacturer. And he couldn’t neglect Carrie. Maybe he should call her now. Hearing her voice would cheer him up. He could always call Texas later.

  “Hi, this is Carrie,” she responded picking up the phone.

  “Hello, yourself,” Bob replied, “What are you up to today?”

  She smiled cradling the phone as she stood in the kitchen. “I’m making some of those biscuits you love,” she said tempting him, “And I’ve got honey to drizzle on them.”

  “I’ll be right over,” Bob joked, “I was calling to take you up on that dinner offer.” He looked at his calendar, “What day looks good to you?” he asked.

  “How about tonight?” Carrie replied, “I’ve missed you.”

  “I can make that work,” Bob agreed, “I’ve missed you, too. Is seven OK?”

  “Perfect, I’ll see you then.” She hung up the phone and stirred the batter. “Now what will go with these biscuits?” She thought for a minute, “Maybe some baked ham and garlic mashed potatoes with strawberries dipped in dark chocolate for dessert.” She smiled and began planning an evening at home that he wouldn’t forget. Her roommate was gone so they had the house to themselves. She put on her favorite Adele CD and began cooking.

  Bob’s last call for the day was to his local attorney. He needed someone to give him legal advice. Maybe Roy knew an attorney well-versed in Mexican law. There had to be a legal ploy that could stall this problem. He dialed the number waiting while Roy’s secretary put him through.

  “Hello, Roy,” greeted Bob, “How’s the family?” The men chatted for a moment about kids and college before Bob addressed the heart of the matter. “Listen, Roy, do you know someone who is experienced in international law? I’ve invested in a little motel just over the border, and it seems like a Latin timeshare company is suddenly interested in buying it out. I sure would like to persuade them to go look elsewhere.”

  “Our firm does have an associate in San Diego who might know someone,” responded Roy, “I’ll give him a call for you. Shall I pass on your number to him?”

  “That would be great. Remember when our families used to camp every summer in the cove near Laguna Beach? I want to keep this little place just like that if I can. Thanks for your help, Roy; I’ll let you know how it goes.”

  Chapter 9

  While Bob showered, he thought over the day. Everything was ready for this weekend. Now, he just had to decide what to do with Carrie next weekend. Maybe they could drive up to Santa Barbara so he could keep her out of danger until he had a better handle on things. She would love the romance of a coastal drive and being spoiled at a fancy motel.

  He grabbed a bottle of wine as he walked out the door and threw his duffel bag in the trunk. If things went well, he’d spend the night since he wouldn’t see Carrie for several days. He smiled just thinking about her.

  Carrie opened the door at Bob’s knock kissing him in the doorway. She led him into the den where she had lit the fireplace and set candles around. But, Bob was mesmerized by the pale cream diaphanous gown that Carrie was wearing. It was so simple and delicate with no collar or sleeves, but he could see right through it and she looked delicious moving across the room. She wore a new perfume; he noticed the hint of citrus.

  “Forget about dinner, I just want you,” declared Bob pulling her into his arms to kiss her again. “You smell wonderful,” he kissed behind her ears.

  She slid her arms around his neck and kissed him for a long time before pulling back. “I can bring dinner in here so we can eat in front of the fire if you’d like.”

  “Why don’t you get the plates and I’ll open the wine?” Bob offered. He followed her into the kitchen for a bottle opener and glasses. “Mm-m,” it smells good in here, too,” he noticed as she handed him the opener.

  “Baked ham with apples and cloves and garlic mashed potatoes. You’re gonna eat like a farm boy tonight, baby. But dessert’s a surprise.”

  “Taste the wine, Carrie, tell me if you like it. I’m already drunk just looking at you in that dress.” He ran his hand lightly down her back.

  Carrie gave his a sexy smile and lifted the wine glass to her lips. “Very nice,” she shared handing him the glass so he could take a sip, too. He placed his lips right where she had sipped. They exchanged an intimate glance before she turned to pull the ham out of the o
ven. She let it cool while she prepared the plates then sliced the ham and poured some of the juices over the meat.

  “Can you take this one, Bob, and I’ll carry mine.” She followed him to the coffee table and set across from him with her back to the fireplace. Bob noticed immediately that the firelight illuminated her dress so he could watch her nipples graze the fabric each time she moved. He tried to focus on the food, but gave up for a moment sipping his wine as he watched her. It seemed so natural the way she intrigued him by touching his hand, stroking her wine glass or lifting her hand to her face.

  “Is your food OK?” Carrie asked when she noticed him holding his fork. He nodded and took a taste of the baked apple seasoned with cinnamon and honey. He bit into a biscuit and moaned with pleasure at the butter she had melted inside it. Carrie smiled as she refilled their wine glasses and asked Bob about Pleasure Cove, “Any news from Jose?”

  “No, I’ll see him this weekend to get updates. I’d rather not discuss any more issues on the phone. I did call my lawyer who is referring me to someone in San Diego. I’m hoping there is a simple legal maneuver we can do to delay things to give us time to strategize.”

  “Just out of curiosity, I did go explore the Bahia de Suenos website,” Carrie admitted, “I wanted to see what I could find out about the owners if they were connected to the timeshare company. It’s not an obvious connection but I know that real estate developers form a corporation for each project so if one doesn’t succeed, they can just bankrupt it. So, I started studying the individual names of the managers at both companies. I did find a connection there with same last names. It’s very common to include family members in the Latin culture. You might check out that angle.”

  “Thank you, Carrie, I know you want to help and I appreciate it, but I really don’t want to get you involved in this.”