by Nash, M. G.
Jose looked around before leaning closer to Bob. “Miguel is still in jail in Tiajuana. He thinks he has a court date in two weeks. We’ve done nothing about Felix. I am paying off the bartender at The Spa if she sees him wander into the place. That’s where he and Miguel met.”
Bob kept his demeanor very calm. “What does Alfredo want to do?” he asked casually.
“He wants to wait to see if Miguel gets nervous when no one tries to save him. He figures another few days in a jail cell might loosen his tongue.”
“Has anything else suspicious happened? Any new employees hired?”
“No and No,” repeated Jose. “Juanita is in charge of the front desk now so she can keep tabs on the employees.”
Carrie walked back into the bar with the beach bag on her shoulder. "Are you ready for a swim?” Standing to greet her, Bob nodded. “I think we’re done, right, Jose?”
Jose nodded and handed over two water bottles. “See you later, don’t forget the suntan lotion. It’s hot today.”
Bob shook his head as they walked down the beach. “They have done nothing about Miguel and Felix. I can’t say I’m surprised. Maybe I’ll call Alfredo tomorrow and chat with him. I think Jose is still out for some revenge. He’s waiting for Felix to come back.”
“There’s nothing like a good Western, Bob. You know - stare down the enemy, show a little testosterone - that High Noon kind of thing.”
Bob looked at Carrie. “I guess that makes me the old fart since I want to have a meaningful conversation that assures us this won’t happen again.”
“No, baby, you just give all your testosterone to me,” she laughed tweaking his ear. “Nobody in that plane today would have called you an old fart. You are just the Henry Kissinger in this group. Diplomacy is the wise decision.”
Rounding the big rock formation, Carrie was surprised again at the total privacy on the beach. She turned smiling at Bob, “You know if the motel prospers, we probably won’t have as much privacy here.”
“Sure, we’ll just walk farther down the beach,” Bob pointed ahead stripping off his shorts and grabbing a towel.
“Works for me,” chimed in Carrie as she peeled off her sarong leaving her in a bright turquoise bikini top and thong.
“Oh, baby,” he whistled, “You look great in that thong. It makes your legs look even longer. Turn around for me.”
Carrie struck a pose first wiggling her tush at him. She pulled out a bottle of suntan spray and started working on her legs. She turned around and bent over to give Bob a full view of her ass and legs while she finished her legs and arms.
“Hold it right there,” Bob chuckled. “I’m grabbing my cell phone so I’ll always have that image with me.”
“You always have me, baby - right here in my heart.” She patted her chest and wiggled her booty at him again before turning and stretching out on her towel. Grabbing his hand, she laid back and closed her eyes, “I want to remember this moment lying in the sun with you and not having a care in the world.”
“Sounds good to me,” murmured Bob as he closed his eyes and listened to the rhythm of the waves. They enjoyed the peace and quiet while they drifted off to sleep.
Bob woke up first from their afternoon nap. He looked over where Carrie lay with the ocean breeze lifting her hair. She looked relaxed and happy. He wanted to reach out and touch her so he rolled off and moved his towel so it bordered hers. Lying back down, he leaned over to kiss her cheek and rubbed his leg next to hers.
“Hello, my love,” he whispered. She raised her hand to stroke his cheek. “Um-m, we’re back in heaven, Bob. Now I know what they mean when they say “heaven on earth.”
Bob kissed her lightly nibbling on her ear. “I keep seeing you in that cockpit and it makes me want you all over again.”
“Maybe it’s because we’re in love and still hot for each other,” Carrie suggested when Bob threw his leg over hers and rubbed his cock on her leg. “I know for me it’s been a while since I’ve had a partner that I enjoy as much as you.”
Pressing his mouth to her neck, he rolled her over so he could kiss his way down her back and back up again to her neck. Pushing her hair away from her neck, he kissed and tickled her skin behind her ears.
When he reached to turn her over, his cell phone rang. They both jumped in surprise. “Damn, I should have turned that off.” Bob picked up the phone looking at the number on the screen. It was the motel calling. Bob answered the phone quickly, “What’s up, Jose?”
“I just heard from my spy at The Spa Motel. Felix Jacada walked into the bar ten minutes ago. We need to call Alfredo.”
Bob nodded, “We’ll be right back.” He closed the phone and looked at Carrie. “I’m sorry, sweetheart; we have to go back to the motel. Jose just heard from his contact that Felix Jacada is at The Spa Motel. I don’t want anybody going off half-cocked.”
Carrie kissed him quickly. “I agree, Bob. Let’s get our towels packed. At least it’s a good sign that he called you right away.” Walking back toward the motel, Carrie glanced at Bob, “I guess I’ll have to wait for you in the room.” Bob agreed, “This won’t take long. We just need to know how to handle Felix.”
Entering Jose’s office, Bob heard Jose talking to Alfredo’s secretary. He took a seat waiting for Alfredo to join them. “Buenos Dias,” greeted Jose when he heard his cousin pick up the phone. “Bob’s here with me. We need to talk about Felix. He walked into The Spa Motel about a half hour ago.”
“Really, did he ask for Miguel?” questioned Alfredo. “Maybe we should have Juanita follow him so we know what he’s doing here.”
“I like that idea, Alfredo,” Bob said as he looked at Jose’s reaction. “He would never expect a woman of following him.”
Jose agreed with a smile. “And, you’ve got to get your cop buddy on stand-by, cousin. Remember how he wanted to talk to Felix when we were questioning Miguel?”
“OK. I will call him now and see if he’s on duty this weekend. If not, I will call his cell phone so he can recommend someone who will help us. Still, it would take us two hours to get there. Is there anyone local that you could call?”
“I can call a cop who comes to the beach every weekend to fish. I know him from the airport. He owes me a favor.”
Bob leaned back in his chair. “I really think that Juanita can cover us today. If he just arrived, he’s probably here for the weekend.”
The three continued to chat about details and Bob remained after the call ended. “Do you have someone who can cover the front desk while Juanita goes to follow Felix?”
Jose grinned, “Always thinking, my friend. I’ll cover the front desk and bring the bartender from the palapa to cover the bar.” Bob stood to leave patting Jose’s shoulder, “Good job, Jose. I noticed there were four guests when I signed in earlier. It’s always a slow weekend after a holiday.”
“We’re sold out next weekend with a fishing party. The new rooms will be ready by July. The banker tells me I should be able to pay off your loan by the end of the year.”
Bob looked surprised, “I’m really happy for you, Jose. I’ll send Juanita back so you can talk with her about Felix.” Stopping at the bar, Bob picked up a bottle of wine and two glasses for him and Carrie.
Walking into the room, Bob found her wrapped in a towel just out of the shower. When she saw him, she opened up the towel to welcome him into her embrace. “How did it go, baby?” Hugging him to her, Carrie put her arms around his waist.
“Not nearly as exciting as seeing you, sweetheart. Um-m, your skin’s still warm.” He kissed her shoulder and ran his hand over her wet hair.
“Down, boy,” teased Carrie. Batting her eyes at him, “Tell me what happened first, please.” She took the open wine bottle and headed for the bed where she sat cross-legged and patted beside her. Bob joined her while she poured wine for both of them.
“It’s really simple, Carrie. We agreed to have Juanita follow him so we’d know every move he makes. We’re putting our p
olice contacts on alert but we’re not over-reacting.” Lifting his glass to hers, he made a toast, “The best news of all is that Jose thinks my loan will be paid off by the end of this year.”
“What!” she cried out. “Wow that is good news. How did that happen so quickly?” She frowned then pointed her wine glass at Bob, “Doesn’t that seem awfully fast based on the construction we saw a month or so ago?”
Bob glanced out the window concentrating for a minute. “You’re making a good point, Carrie. It has been four weeks since we looked at the site. Why don’t we go check on it now? It’s just outside the back door.”
Setting down their wine glasses, Carrie pulled on a sarong and they slipped out to the construction site. Sure enough the walls were up and the roofline extended. “Jose has added to the crew to get this far.”
“Maybe the banker gave him more money,” Carrie commented.
“That’s possible - the money could also have come from Alfredo. I wonder why they didn’t mention it to me.” He glanced around then touched Carrie’s arm, “It doesn’t matter, really. I’m just happy that things are going well. If this brought Jose closer to his family, it’s a good thing. When we come down, we can enjoy ourselves.”
Heading back to the room, Carrie wrapped her arm around Bob’s waist. “Enough mysteries for today. Want to take our wine and go back down to the beach?”
Opening the back door, Bob let Carrie enter and followed her into their room. “That sounds great. I’m sorry we got interrupted this afternoon.” Gathering up the bottle and wine glasses, Carrie also grabbed a towel. “Hey,” she stopped. “Why don’t we take some appetizers with us? We can watch the sunset and have a picnic.”
“You’re in charge of food, my dear. You should go talk to that friendly cook and see what she’ll do for you. I’ll pack a beach bag for us.”
Carrie darted off to the kitchen and soon returned with a bag of goodies. “We’re going to have fun feeding each other.”
Chapter 29
Bob spread the towels while Carrie pulled out a tray of fresh shrimp with lime, chips and guacamole. She scattered fresh kumquats around the tray. Pouring wine for both of them, she lifted her glass with a toast, “Here’s to a perfect sunset.” Bob touched his glass to hers and took a sip of wine.
“I brought a bottle of champagne for us, Bob. Remind me to ice it down when we get back to the room. I wanted to celebrate our adventure today.”
“Of course, we can have that for dessert. Maybe I’ll drink mine from your bellybutton.”
“I’m awfully ticklish. I may giggle like a school girl.”
“Well, that’s only right since it is bubbly champagne. We’ll both have the giggles.”
Bob took his first bite of shrimp, “Mm-m, sautéed in garlic. Let’s put some lime on them.” Squeezing the lime wedge over the tray, he fed one to Carrie who licked the lime off his fingers. “Try a kumquat with this white wine.” She popped one in her mouth before passing the tray to Bob.
Carrie paused and looked out at the ocean. “You know it’s very different but this is just as relaxing as Malibu, Bob. It's another world down here, a very simple life.”
“Very different but just as satisfying in an earthy way,” he agreed leaning forward to kiss her.
“Try some of this guacamole, Bob. The cook said it was one of her specialties.” Carrie dipped a chip in the bowl and brought it up to Bob’s lips. “I think it’s an aphrodisiac down here along with a shot of Tequila.”
“That’s pretty damn good,” Bob reached for a second chip. “This can be our dinner if you’d like, and maybe we can pick up some flan to take to the room.”
“Oh, I have dessert in the bag,” Carrie replied with a coy smile. She wiggled her eyebrows at Bob teasing him.
“Did you find more chocolate?” he asked eagerly.
“No, but something you’ll like just as well. We’ll still have room for flan later with the champagne.”
Pointing to the water, she said, “Look the sun is ready to fall into the ocean.” She turned to refill their wine glasses as they sat peacefully watching that final speck of red drop into the horizon.
“What would you like to do tomorrow after the Open House?” Bob asked as they nibbled on the food.
“Do you think we could take a boat out? I’d love to see the coastline up close from the water. Maybe we’ll see some dolphins.”
“I’ll talk to Jose about it when we go back to the motel. I think you should see another motel. If we go south, we could pull into Rancho Murieta and have dinner. They have hammocks out on the sand where you can take your drink and enjoy the breeze.”
Carrie gathered up the food remains and set them aside. She reached into the bag and pulled out fresh cinnamon churros and a small bottle of honey. “I know you love donuts, Bob, this is the way they eat them.” She drizzled honey on the tip and brought it to his mouth. She squirted a drop of honey on her finger and put it in her mouth to suck it off.
“My turn to feed you.” Taking the honey from her hands, he pressed to pour honey on the churro and lifted it to Carrie. She smelled the honey as she opened her mouth to take a bite. He leaned forward to kiss her as she swallowed. “Sweet like honey,” Bob whispered as he prepared another bite for her. Her hand met his licking at the honey before taking the churro into her mouth. “Wanna be my churro, baby?” she teased biting into the bread.
“Si, senorita, my churro is ready for you. Let’s roll up in the blanket I brought.” He reached across her to pull out the blanket and spread it over their legs. He quickly shed his shorts under the blanket and watched as Carrie untied her sarong. She lay down in his arms while he pulled the blanket around them. He stroked her shoulder and they watched the colors in the sky change to dusky hues of purple and blue.
“Life doesn’t get much better than this,” Carrie said snuggling onto Bob’s chest. She lifted her head and kissed him tenderly. “I love being here with you.” He rubbed her back slowly pulling her closer to his chest. “I just want to hold you, love. We’ve got all night to be together.” He kissed her hair and looked out at the waves colliding at high tide.
When the beach began to cool down, Bob and Carrie headed back to the motel. Bob stopped in the bar to pick up a full ice bucket while Carrie filled a bowl with flan from the restaurant.
Setting the ice bucket down on the dresser, Bob went to the closet to retrieve the candles which he placed around the room. He looked up from lighting the last one just as Carrie walked out of the bathroom wearing a black sheer negligee.
“Wow, I’ve never seen you in that before,” admired Bob as he walked toward her. “Turn around for me.” He took her hand and lifted it so she spun under his arm. The sheer fabric billowed slightly around her legs.
“Very sexy, Carrie, I love how you enjoy being a woman.”
“I think it goes well with the champagne,” she said softly as she folded into Bob’s arms and continued turning slowly. Bob ran his hand down her back. “Um-m, silky, I love the feel of the fabric. I won’t be able to keep my hands off of you.” He kissed her temple and cheek while they swayed.
“That was my intention. I like being irresistible to you. The look in your eyes tells me you’re mine.” She smiled up at him.
“Oh, so what does my look tell you now?” Bob teased as he dipped her back pulling her closer to feel the heat of his lower body.
“I’d say you know what a girl wants.” She leaned up to kiss him wrapping her arms around his neck. Bob stood still and let her explore his lips and mouth. She moaned when his tongue danced with hers and his arms roamed up and down her back.
He pulled away and kissed her nose, “Let’s go real slow tonight. We’ve got hours to enjoy each other. How about I feed you some flan while the champagne chills?”
“Only if I get to flirt and tease you while you feed me,” Carrie whispered in his ear as she nipped his lobe.
Bob surprised her by sweeping her off her feet and carrying her to the bed. Setting he
r on the edge, he turned to pick up the bowl of flan then stood between her legs so he looked down at her. She leaned back on her elbows so the negligee fell open exposing her breasts.
“Feed me,” she chanted moving her leg up his thigh. Dipping the spoon into the flan, he brought it to her lips. Daintily, she took a small bite. “I left some for you.” While he tasted the flan, she leaned forward and kissed his bellybutton.
“Have another bite,” offered Bob, “This one’s all yours.” Carrie slid her mouth to the side of the spoon and gently sucked the flan into her mouth. She slowly chewed swallowing while she stared at Bob. “I like having a personal feeder. What other skills do you have? Can you dance for me?”
Bringing another bite of flan to her mouth, Bob leaned forward and blew hot air across her nipple. “I’m good at torturing with feathers.” Carrie’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. “Do you have any with you tonight?”
“No, but I can use my fingers instead,” he replied as his finger danced down her arm.
“Oh-h, that does send a thrill down my spine. Maybe you should feed me some more.” Bob lifted the spoon to her mouth. She impulsively flicked his fingers with her tongue before taking the spoon into her mouth. Bob brought his hand to his mouth and kissed where she’d licked. “You taste sweet.”
“That’s me. I’m sweet all over,” she teased as she leaned back raising her leg to touch his testicles. She kicked lightly causing his shaft to pulse.
He responded by tracing a finger lightly up her thigh and across her mons. His fingers danced back and forth across her mound and back down behind her knee.
Carrie took the bowl from his hand and dipped the spoon into the flan. She raised the spoon to Bob’s face while her legs wrapped around his. “Eat it for me,” she said seductively. She kissed his penis and leaned back to watch him eat.
Spreading his stance, Bob forced Carrie’s legs far apart exposing her body as the black silk fell around her legs. He slowly ran his finger down the center of her body. He made circles around her bellybutton then returned to do the same around her breasts. Her nipples puckered before he touched them.
