Sea of Seduction: A Single Dad Sports Romance

by Jennifer Evans

  The alcohol seeped pleasantly into my system, and my legs went wobbly. Getting a buzz was just what I needed. Tonight was special. Dominick had gone to all this trouble and expense and damn if I wasn’t going to enjoy it. I smiled and kissed his warm lips, the taste of brandy on his mouth. “You like me when I’m loose.”

  “That I do.” His hand worked its way up my leg and grazed my panties. He brushed his thumb back and forth against my pussy lips and a jolt of passion surged through me. He whispered in my ear. “I can feel your swollen clit. I can’t wait to suck on it and make you scream.” He drained his glass. “Let’s get the hell out of here.”

  Chapter Thirty-Six

  Coco

  We fled the restaurant and instead of riding the elevator; we took the stairs to our room two floors down. When we reached the open-air stairwell, Dominick spun me around. As the ocean boomed in the background, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a deep kiss. His hands curled through my hair, tugging slightly. I couldn’t kiss him without my legs shaking. His hands roamed my body and grabbed my ass. “I can’t wait to rip this dress off you. Let’s go.”

  We hurried down the stairs, my hand tight in his, down the hall, and when we entered our suite, the ocean air hit us from the open window.

  We fell into a passionate embrace, our hands frantic on each other’s bodies. Our lips pressed against each other’s and his fingers pinched my nipples through the flimsy fabric of the dress. He pulled my pelvis against his hard-on where I felt it throb. “Get on your knees in front of the mirror. I want to watch you suck me off.”

  We stood in front of the large mirror, and I sank to my knees, my fingers fumbling with his zipper. He reached into his pants and pulled out his swollen masterpiece. Jesus, the man was hung. It stared me in the face, and I inhaled deeply of his scent. Dominick tugged at the thin straps of my cocktail dress, and the silky material fell to the ground. I gripped his erection and squeezed. A drop of pre-cum escaped, and he moaned, pulling my head toward him until his delicious cock was in my mouth. I trailed my tongue along the length of his shaft, my eyes glancing up at my sexy Brazilian. His head was turned sideways so he could watch every second of the action. I allowed myself a peek in the mirror, and the sight of his athletic body, his huge cock sliding in and out of my mouth was enough to make a stream of wetness soak my panties. His hand gathered my hair and pulled. “God, I love you.” He tilted his head back; then he looked in the mirror again. “Look at you. Your tits are perky; you’re so smooth and sexy. You’re gorgeous.” He groaned. “I love your hot mouth on my cock.”

  Had Dominick really said he loved me? A wave of passion and an intensity of emotion rolled through me.

  My tongue reached the head of his cock, and I delighted in the way it swelled under my touch. With one hand, I massaged his balls; the other kept a firm grip on the base so he wouldn’t come too soon. I reached up and tugged his pants down until they hit the floor and stared at his perfectly toned muscular legs. My hand rubbed his legs, and they felt rock hard under my touch. I wanted to caress him everywhere at once. His hands gripped my head, and he began a gentle thrusting motion in and out of my mouth. His green eyes were glazed with lust and need. When I gazed into his eyes, the look was so hot I nearly came. My hand went to my soaking wet pussy, my fingers working their way underneath my panties. “Yeah, that’s it. Touch it.”

  He pushed harder, slowly fucking my mouth, his strong hands gripping my mane. “I need to taste you, baby.” He bent down and gripped my waist, lifting me into his embrace and carrying me to the bed. He ripped his shirt off, and I stared at his powerfully built chest and biceps. He tugged at my panties and pulled them off, tossing them on the floor. “Spread your legs. I want to look at that hot cunt.” I spread my legs wide, and Dominick knelt before me. “You smell so goddamn sexy. I’m going to eat your pussy and make you scream.” His warm tongue went straight to my most sensitive spot. The sensation was overwhelmingly delicious as his tongue made gentle lapping motions against my swollen clit. His wet tongue awakened the pleasure packed bundles of nerves and my legs reflexively curled around his body, my feet on his back. “Put your feet on my shoulders.” I followed his instructions as my pelvis bucked forward into his handsome face, begging for more sensation. “You’re so wet,” he murmured.

  He slipped a finger into me, his fingers crooking inside, hitting my g-spot perfectly. “Oh, Dominick. That’s so good.” My head fell back, my vision blurring as I gave myself over to the sensations. His fingers gently rubbed back and forth over the sensitive spot, and my pussy let loose with a squirt of love juice. He quickly lapped it up. “Delicia.” His tongue massaged my swollen bud with skillful strokes, and as his fingers worked my g-spot, the sensation was so overwhelming I knew I wouldn’t last much longer.

  My fingers gripped his luxurious locks; pulling hard. I bucked into his face, my pussy dripping wet as I drowned in a sea of lust. I gazed at my hotter-than-hell Brazilian lover, and then the intensity was too much—every sense alert as I savored the perfection of Dominick. My head dropped back, and I moaned. His fingers moved faster, his mouth sucking on my tight, swollen clit. “Oh, my god, don’t stop. I can’t take it. I’m going to …” and then I let loose with an orgasm that started deep within, radiating out to every nerve, every cell, every last strand of hair on my head. My pelvis contracted, my pussy clenching hard around his fingers. I gripped his head, pulling him into me. I screamed his name as I shook with the intensity of one of the strongest orgasms I’d ever experienced.

  I lay panting against the satiny sheets, slowly coming back down to earth when I felt Dominick lower his body over mine. I stared up at this man who I was in love with. His green eyes were glazed over and filled with lust. A slight smile played on his lips. He stroked my hair and paused to slide on a condom. “I’m going to fuck you. Hard.” The swollen girth of his cock pushed into my wet pussy and plunged into me. When he entered me, my pelvis reached up to meet him. God, I wanted him. I wanted every inch of him inside me, wanted his mouth all over my body, wanted his soul. I contracted tightly around his hardness, my orgasm reawakened, love juice dripping out of me. I gripped my legs around his sculpted back as he stroked deeply, burying his heat fully inside.

  His dark hair hung sexily over his eyes and the look on his face was enough to make me come again. “Oh god, baby, I need you. Give it to me,” I moaned. He set a firm rhythm of passionate intensity as he pumped in and out, his hips settling into a slow, steady pace. Then, Dominick’s expression changed, and his movements became quicker, more intense, every stroke bringing a new burst of pleasure as his cock thrust inside, his pelvis grinding against my swollen clit.

  Our eyes locked. The emotional connection between us was so strong that I felt like we were floating up into the sky together, the world left behind, just Dominick and me entwined in an intensity of lust and passion. Our bodies moved together, and his full, sensuous lips covered mine, his tongue exploring. My heart opened. I loved this man with every inch of my being. Dominick possessed every inch of me. My body, soul and mind.

  His movements became feverish, his hips thrusting faster and the expression on his face changed. “Holy fuck! I’m going to come.” And then my sexy surfer, this man I’d been waiting all my life for, released the full force of his cock with quick, frenzied fucks. His hands gripped my shoulders as he gazed at me, a drop of sweat dripping onto my forehead. A grunt came from deep within his throat as he rammed into me, his body shaking, his strokes slowing.

  I never wanted to sleep again. I wanted to make love to Dominick every second of every day. I wanted to share a life with him and Lola. I wanted to be Dominick’s wife. But then we fell into an exhausted slumber.

  Chapter Thirty-Seven

  Coco

  About an hour later I was jolted awake by the ocean crashing hard on the shore. The thoughts I’d been trying to push to the back of my mind reared their ugly heads as I stared at Dominick’s sleeping form.

  I hesitated
, but then I tapped him on the shoulder. He didn’t wake up, so I poked harder. He slowly rolled over. “Dominick. Wake up.” He mumbled something in his sleep, and I stroked his head. In a loud stage whisper, I said, “Wake up.”

  He slowly opened his eyes. “Coco?”

  I sat straight up. “I need to talk to you.”

  He rubbed sleepy eyes. “About what?”

  My heart sped up as I thought of my mother’s lifeless body. “I … I never told you …”

  He murmured, “Never told me what, meu amor?”

  “Is there any way I can talk you out of going to Cortes Bank?”

  He sat up wearily. “What? Coco go to sleep.”

  I stroked his luxurious dark hair. “It’s just that I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

  He placed his arms around me. “I’m fine.” He rolled over and hugged the pillow over his ears. “Let’s sleep.”

  I stood up and moved to the window, the moon casting an eerie glow into the room. In a voice loud enough that he’d have to wake up, I said, “It’s just that I keep thinking about Lola. What would she do if you weren’t around?”

  He removed the pillow from his ears. “Let it go, Coco.”

  “I can’t.”

  Wearily, he got out of bed and circled his arms around my naked body. His breath was warm when he whispered in my ear. “Don’t do this, minha flor. Come back to bed.” I allowed Dominick to take my hand and lead me back to bed. His arms embraced me in a warm hug as we spooned. He kissed my cheek. “Go to sleep.”

  Within seconds I heard his even breathing. But I couldn’t rest.

  Damn it! I knew this wasn’t the time to talk to him.

  I loved Dominick with all my heart and was terrified of losing him.

  The thought of those sixty-foot bone-crushing waves caused me to nearly hyperventilate. That had to feel like a six-story building squashing poor Dominick. Why was he so hell bent on proving himself to his father? Couldn’t he see that Lola needed him? That I needed him? Why couldn’t he get big waves out of his system and forget about the compulsion I saw in his eyes every time he mentioned Cortes Bank?

  Dominick had told me he loved me last night. Maybe the “I love you” slipped out in a moment of passion, but there was no denying the connection between us. The way his eyes had gazed into mine as we made slow, sweet love … I felt the love flowing between us, and I knew he felt it too.

  I closed my eyes, but sleep wouldn’t come. I finally got up, threw cold water on my face, came back to bed and lay there next to my lover, listening to his steady breathing, watching the rise and fall of his chest.

  I had to figure out a way to keep him from going to Cortes Bank.

  As the sun crested the horizon, I finally fell asleep.

  Chapter Thirty-Eight

  Dominick

  I was in love with Coco.

  When I woke up the morning after our evening of passion at La Rosa, I gazed at her sleeping peacefully and wanted to hug her to me, wake her up, make love to her all over again and then ask her if she’d spend her life with me.

  But I let her sleep.

  I moved the comforter aside, and the sight of her shapely body stirred my cock into the beginnings of another raging hard-on.

  Coco was dead to the world, so I wasn’t worried about disturbing her beauty slumber as I swung my legs out of bed and padded to the open window. The view of the Pacific Ocean spread out in front of me. A few seagulls swooped about, and I stood on tiptoe to see what the surf conditions promised for the day. Glassy, still, a few lines of surf making their way in as the early morning dawn patrol surfers waxed their boards on the grassy area above the sea.

  I stretched luxuriously, my naked body alive with passion and love. Last night had been the most incredible experience I’d ever shared with a woman. And I’d shared a lot. I shook my head, almost embarrassed by the many women I had used for sex as I worked my way across the globe with the pro tour. One of those women had given me the most precious gift of all, Lola.

  Lola was right.

  Coco and I were perfect together.

  She cared about her business, her community, her friends and she had fallen in love with my daughter and my mother who could be a handful. And she was a fireball in bed. That was important to both of us.

  The thing I hadn’t counted on was how much we connected sexually. And not just physically. I finally understood the meaning of “making love.”

  It was odd to think that just a short year ago I thought I had life figured out.

  Lola and I had left Brazil to start a new life in California, and I thought I had everything under control: the business, my daughter, my goal of riding Cortes Bank and my vow of celibacy.

  Coco changed me.

  I smiled, remembering the day she’d come into my home for a card reading. Plenty of women had come on to me in the year since Lola and I had set up shop in La Fortuna.

  But none had Coco’s femininity, her sense of humor, her ease with my daughter not to mention the way she treated me. Coco treated me like a king, like I was the only man she’d ever loved, like I was the soulmate she’d been waiting for all her life.

  I knew we still had things to work through. Every time I tried to talk to her about her mother, a sadness filled her eyes, and she changed the subject. We’d both lost a parent who had meant the world to us. Maybe that’s one of the bonds we shared and why I felt such an ease with Coco. She understood me.

  I couldn’t figure out her irrational fear of big waves, but she would come around. I vaguely remembered her waking me up last night to talk me out of it yet again. Coco’s feistiness was one of the things I loved about her.

  I was ready for Cortes Bank. This year’s El Niño brought the conditions I’d been waiting for, and my debut at Todos Santos had prepared me for the reality of the ride. I could handle it. And once I successfully rode the Banks, Coco would relax and see there was nothing to fear.

  It was only 6 a.m. but I couldn’t sleep anymore. I brushed my teeth, dressed and gave Coco a soft kiss on the cheek before I headed for The Grind and Gossip. It was just down the block, and I nearly skipped the whole way thinking of buying Coco one of those vegetarian breakfast burritos she loved and a cup of organic coffee. I would surprise her with breakfast then I would slowly peel her panties down and ram my hard cock inside her again.

  It’s funny because even though I still thought of Coco with unbridled lust, there was a softness in my thoughts about her; something I’d never felt before.

  Love.

  I had actually said the words to Coco in a moment of passion last night. I wasn’t sure if she’d heard me, but I wanted to say them to her again.

  I pushed through the doors to The Grind and Gossip and was hit with the aroma of freshly brewing coffee. A few early morning patrons stood in line but Rhys’s boyfriend, Alex wasn’t on shift.

  I placed my order—bacon and egg breakfast sandwich and black coffee and settled in at a table to enjoy my meal. I would give Coco time to sleep before I woke her with breakfast and the promise of another love filled day.

  I was halfway through my sandwich when I realized that the patrons on the other side of the dividing wall from where I sat were Rhys and Alex. The wall was one of those artistic displays of greenery. I think I’d heard Coco call it a “living wall.” American’s were so creative in the way they could take a collection of houseplants and turn it into art.

  I was about to get up and say hello when I heard Rhys and Alex speak in whispered tones about the hot sex they’d had the night before. I blushed, not wanting to spy as they discussed in great detail the evening of passion they’d enjoyed and how much they loved each other.

  Then the conversation became playful as they discussed their hobbies, (Alex liked to create sculptures out of bottle caps), their jobs, and their friends. I wasn’t trying to snoop, but I sipped my coffee and listened just the same.

  Then the conversation turned to Coco.

  “At first I though
t she was your girlfriend,” Alex said.

  Rhys let out a hoot. “Hell no.” He leaned in and said, “Although I suppose if I were partial to women, she’d be easy on the eyes.”

  I chuckled. Rhys had that one right.

  I could just barely see them through the greenery. Rhys placed his hand on Alex’s thigh and leaned in conspiratorially. “Have I got a story to tell you about Coco.”

  My ears instantly perked up, my coffee mug halfway to my mouth.

  “Do tell,” Alex said.

  “Well. Remember how I told you she hadn’t had a boyfriend in a while?”

  “Yeah, I suppose so.”

  “She and I got to drinking one night and wait till you hear what happened.”

  I leaned in further. I wasn’t nervous about being caught because that living wall was so dense, if I hadn’t recognized their voices, I would’ve never known it was Rhys and Alex. As it was, I could barely make out their forms and was confident they couldn’t see me. Even so, I pulled my hooded sweatshirt over my head and lowered it over my eyes.

  Rhys said, “Ever heard of Canyon Ranch?”

  “Can’t say that I have. What is it?”

  “It’s only the most elite spa in Tucson.” His voice lowered. “Four grand for a three-night stay.”

  Alex let out a low whistle. “Sounds fancy.”

  “Damn right, it’s fancy. Gourmet food, hot stone massages, yoga classes, hikes in the desert.”

  Alex crossed his arms and sat back. “Yeah? And?”

  “And …” Rhys paused dramatically like he was about to deliver the news of the century. “Coco and I came up with a bet. Loser paid the winner’s all expense stay at Canyon Ranch.”

  “I’m not following.”

  Rhys lowered his voice, and I had to strain to hear. “You know that hot Brazilian Coco’s dating?”

  “Why’re you asking me that like it’s a secret? Every hot blooded man and woman in town knows Dominick.”