Tan Lines and Salty Kisses

by Danielle Jamie

  Bringing my lips to hers I suck gently on her bottom lip tasting the salt water that still coats her skin. She tastes like sunshine. There’s no other way to describe it. If I thought it before, I’m most certain of it now. I’m addicted to her. To the taste of her lips, the way her hands feel as they cling to me as she climaxes and the sound of her voice as she whispers she loves me as she drifts off to sleep at night.

  I’m madly in love with this woman. Sure, some may call us crazy. But fuck them and their opinions. I love her and she loves me. That’s the only thing that matters.

  My tongue dives into her mouth and licks at hers as I feel her body stiffening against mine as she continues to grind hungrily against my pubic bone with every thrust I give her. My dick is throbbing and my balls are tightening up against my body as I feel my skin tingling from head to toe. A sensation of euphoria consumes my body as I fill her with everything I have.

  "Ohhh God—Parker..." her voice is soft and breathy as she pants against my mouth and rides out her own orgasm.

  The water stings as it hits the raw spots along my back left by her nails scratching across my skin. I relish in the pain because it's a reminder of the amazing moment we just had together.

  I smack a kiss against her lips before trailing kisses across her soaking wet body and murmur with every kiss, "I love you so much...so fucking much it hurts."

  Her beautiful laughter fills the room as my fingers trail down her sides and I suck on the ticklish spot between her neck and collarbone. "I love you too...and as much as I'd love to stay up here all day replaying these last five minutes over and over again I'd prefer even more to not eat a charcoal steak."

  She has a point.

  The more time spent up here fucking is more time for Vance to possibly ruin the steaks I've been day dreaming about eating all day long.

  "Good point." I set her back down and start to back away to give her room to wash. As her feet hit the cool, wet tile her hand flies up to the wall to steady herself as she closes her eyes and sways slightly.

  I reach out instinctively, grabbing her waist steadying her. "Are you okay?" I ask with a hint of fear in my question.

  She smiles up at me nervously as she straightens her spine and spins out of my grasp. "I'm fine. I think the mixture of the orgasm you just rocked my body with and my already over heated body from being out in the sun all afternoon made me light headed. It doesn't help that I made the shower so hot also." Brushing it off, she reaches for her shampoo and begins washing her hair.

  Not wanting to nag her I let it go and get to work washing myself quickly too.

  Within ten minutes were both dressed and heading back outside to join everyone. The next several hours fly by as we get lost in conversation and great food, followed by an intense game of badminton.

  Before we know it it's already almost midnight and we're all staggering into the beach house heading towards our designated bedrooms.

  I've had way too much to drink and thankfully for me Becca seemed to have taken it easy on the alcohol tonight, so being the amazing girlfriend that she is, she helps me get my drunk ass up the stairs. Finally, after what feels like an eternity, my body lands on the bed as I fall face first into a pile of pillows.

  I feel my flip flops fall from me feet before I feel Becca's hands on me rolling me over. Within seconds she has my jeans unbuttoned and is slipping them off of my body.

  The site of her petite little body yanking and cursing like a sailor as she fights to yank my pants off makes my dick spring to life.

  By the look of distaste on her face though I think it's safe to assume that this dick will be getting no more loving from her tonight.

  "You can't be serious. I feel like I'm trying to undress a fucking corpse right now because your drunk ass won't budge from where you lay—but you're not so drunk that your dick doesn't work?!"

  I'm trying my hardest not to laugh but she's too damn cute even when she's all fired up.

  Laughing I hold my hands up, "I'm sorry—I'm sorry...I don't mean to laugh it's just that you're so fucking cute right now as I watch you strip my clothes off and say ‘fuck me’ multiple times under that sexy little voice of yours. You can’t blame a guy for getting a hard on after hearing the sexiest woman to grace the earth say ‘fuck me’ over and over again. To these drunk ears and to my dick it sounds as if you're begging me to have sex with you.”

  Rolling her eyes she gives my pants one more tug before sending them flying behind her.

  "Whatever. Your drunk ass needs sleep. So roll over onto your side and go to bed."

  "Yes ma'am," I respond teasingly as I salute her and give her the sexiest smile as I eye my still semi hard cock.

  "Go. To. Bed. Smart ass," she says as she climbs under the covers and leaves me lying on top of them. My eyes feel heavy as I attempt to force them to stay open.

  I find myself drifting off to sleep as I feel her lips softly brush against mine kissing me goodnight. "Goodnight," she whispers quietly as I feel her climb back out of bed and then feel a soft blanket being draped over my waist and legs.

  The second she's back in bed and snuggled into my side I feel myself slip into a deep, restful sleep.

  A few hours later I wake to the feeling of bright sunlight on my face and the smell of bacon filling the entire house. As I roll over towards Becca my head begins to throbs with a dull, sharp headache.

  "Mornin' Sunshine," Becca says sweetly with an impish grin dancing across her kissable lips.

  I drape my arm over my eyes and press my free hand against her lips. "Shhh...please talk softly. My head is killing me this morning." I remove my arm from my eyes and squint through the sunlight up at her. "How much did I drunk last night?"

  "Enough," is all she says before jumping off of the bed and suddenly sprinting to the bathroom.

  The sound of her puking her brains out in the bathroom echoes throughout the attached can bedroom.

  "Babe! Are you okay?" I stupidly ask from the bed seeing as my dumb ass is too hungover to get up and check on her myself.

  I hear the toilet flush then her yelling back to me, “I must've eaten something bad last night."

  I think back to the lobster tail and shrimp we grilled last night. Only her and Tamara ate it. So hopefully Tamara doesn't wake up sick too.

  "That sucks. Hopefully it doesn't spread around the house especially since I already feel like hell."

  I hear the water shut off and a few seconds later Becca reappearing in the bedroom doorway.

  "I'll definitely be crossing my fingers because this whole barfing your brains out is for the birds."

  At least even with not feeling well she's still able to keep a smile on her face and joke about it.

  It's just one more thing to add to my ever growing list as to why I'm in love with this woman.

  Chapter Six

  I’m a mess right now. After getting sick this morning I told myself I need to tell Parker about the baby. It’s stressing me out way too much trying to hide it. I know I’m being crazy, but all I can think about is how his parents’ are going to react. He told me his father is looking to run in the Presidential campaign. Parker told me multiple times his father wants him to enter politics and follow in his footsteps. How can he do that if he has a child thrown into his perfectly planned out life?

  Ashlynn has continued to tell me over and over again that Parker will do anything for me and this baby. Even if it means standing up to his overbearing father. I told her I’d pull him aside after breakfast and tell him privately. But as I was trying to get him alone Chase and Vance of course said they needed him and dragged him away outside somewhere.

  This has been the theme of the day it seems. I can’t help but think maybe it’s a sign? Maybe today isn’t the right day to break this news to him. Why ruin our last few days together stressing over a baby and what our parents’ are going to say?

  Needing some time to clear my head I’ve decided to take a walk down on the beach while I actually have so
me time alone to think. The guys all left to go deep sea fishing, and all the girls are tanning out front the beach house, so I have some time to play all my options in my head to help me decide what I should do.

  The sun is warm so I opt to wear just my bikini with a small wrap, and my sunglasses shielding my swollen eyes. They’re still puffy from the emotional breakdown I had ten minutes ago upstairs because of a song that came on the radio as I was changing. It was just so damn sad that I found myself crying as I listened to it.

  These hormones may just be the death of me. I’m finding myself crying to music, to stupid sappy television commercials and even because my hair is a tangled mess making it almost impossible to brush after getting out of the salty water down at the beach.

  It’s moments like this that I wish I was able to drink still. My head is all over the place that I find myself craving a glass of wine to help me relax. It’s been a pain in the ass finding reasons not to drink. Thankfully everyone's been too preoccupied with themselves that they don’t pay attention to what I’m doing.

  I stare down at my feet as I walk along the shoreline getting lost in my thoughts as I watch the waves crash against my calves before being pulled back out to sea. With each step my feet sink into the cool, wet sand and the feeling of it slipping between my toes sooths me.

  The beach is packed with people. Everyone’s caught up in their own little worlds enjoying the beautiful day. I find my eyes wondering towards all the kids playing along the shore building sand castles and playing on their boogie boards bouncing on top of the waves.

  I hear the sound of laughter and then spot a little girl running past me into the water, giggling as the water splashes up and soaks her pink frilly bathing suit. She looks to be no older than maybe three, still having that adorable baby face with chubby cheeks and bouncing little ringlets falling to her shoulders.

  She looks carefree and content as she splashes in the water. Her mother is sitting in a beach chair a few feet away watching her play in the small waves. She has a small smile on her face as she observes the little girl basking in the simple pleasure of playing in sand and water.

  I find myself thinking back to when I was that age. Life was so simple. I went to the beach every summer with my family. Some of my favorite memories are with my mom and dad building sand castles and jumping over the waves as they crashed into the shore or searching for the best sea shells to bring back home at the end of our vacation.

  I want to make those memories with my baby. With Parker by my side helping our son or daughter build castles in the sand and hunt for seashells.

  After a few more seconds I decide to turn around and head back up to the beach house to rejoin everyone. I bring my hand to rest over my belly as I glance one more time over my shoulder at the little girl. I know now that all my fears are like a tiny grain of sand. It’s only one small piece in a world filled with thousands of grains of sand.

  From the outside it was looking like this big, scary thing. But now that I’m looking at the situation closer and with a clearer perspective. I now understand that as long as I love this baby and do my best to give it a happy and safe home like my parents did for me, everything else will slowly fall into place.

  Parker loves me and I love him. That’s more than many pregnant women in this world have. I need to hold onto that and know that as long as I have his love and support we’ll be okay.

  Walking into the kitchen I begin making myself something for lunch. As I’m pulling the sandwich meat out of the fridge I hear someone coming up behind me.

  “You better be planning on microwaving that.” The sound of Ashlynn’s voice startles me causing me to jump and drop the Tupperware onto the floor.

  “Ughh. Can you not sneak up on me like that?” I ask laughing as I bend down and pick up the container of sliced turkey. I set it onto the counter and turn towards her watching as she slides up onto a barstool at the kitchen island. “For your information I was just about to microwave my damn sandwich meat. I had the whole safe and not safe food talk with my OBGYN when I went for my exam last week.”

  A smile on spreads across her lips but doesn’t reach her ears. Her eyes show she’s anything but happy with me at the moment. “That’s good to hear. I’m glad to know you’re taking good care of my future God daughter. I still can’t believe there’s a baby in there. It’s crazy to think you’re going to be a mom. No offense, but I didn’t imagine you having a kid for about another twenty years. Miss I hate responsibility and can’t stand to even think about doing chores. Now you’re going to be changing diapers, washing bottles and pumping milk morning, noon and night. Your life is going to completely change.”

  With each word that comes out of her mouth I feel the knot in my stomach tightening. I’m scared to death about being a mom. I don’t know the first thing about taking care of a baby.

  Tossing my turkey onto a paper plate I stick it in the microwave and turn back to Ashlynn. “I’m definitely scared. My ass is going to be growing up hella fast now. I can already picture my mother now, ‘Bless your heart, darlin’. But this poor child won’t survive a day with you carin’ for it.’ She’s so use to dealing with all my crazy antics, the thought of me bringing a baby into this world is sure as hell going to give her a fucking heart attack.”

  Ashlynn whips her hand at me with a big grin on her face as she tries to hold back a laugh, “And that right there! Your freaking sailor mouth. You can’t be dropping the f-bomb nonstop around your kid or it’s going to be a mini you walking around saying fuck this and fuck that. Then your mother will seriously have a heart attack!”

  I find myself laughing along with her as I hear the sweetheart of Georgia saying ‘fuck’ and being able to keep a somewhat straight face. I grab my plate from my microwave and quickly get to work throwing my sandwich together. For once in the last two weeks since my all day sickness kicked in, I’m actually hungry.

  “You’re right. I think I have a list a mile long of all the sh—crap I need to do before this freaking baby enters my crazy world.”

  “Number one on the list being telling Parker.”

  “Telling Parker what?” Parker asks walking into the kitchen with Chase and Vance. They have coolers in their hands as they make their way towards us and set the coolers down beside the tiny kitchen table.

  I swallow hard as I stare like a deer caught in the headlights at Ashlynn. My heart is racing faster than Chase’s car on race day as I look from her to Parker. I have no idea how much they heard but seeing as they’re all moving around the kitchen acting as if it’s just another day I’m thinking it’s safe to say they only caught the end of our conversation.

  They all climb up onto the bar stools beside Ashlynn and pop open their cans of beer as they all eye me suspiciously waiting for my answer.

  I bite on my thumb nail nervously as I try to think on my toes for a way out of this. I sure as hell am not telling Parker I’m pregnant with a goddamn audience.

  Walking over to Parker I set my plate down beside him and wrap my arms around his waist, leaning casually against his arm as I watch him take a pull from his beer. He looks sexy as all hell right now, all tan from being out on the water and his day old scruff decorating his face. With these hormones I’m finding that I’m horny pretty much all the time—well at least when I’m not fighting the urge to barf my brains out.

  I need to focus and stop thinking about sex with Parker no matter how amazing it sounds right now.

  “I was talking to Ashlynn about dying my hair like neon blue or something totally crazy. I’m growing bored with only adding highlights of color, but she said I should really tell Parker about my crazy idea first. Because it is kind of drastic.”

  Choking on his beer Parker asks, “Blue?”

  I smile an impish grin up at him, “Yup. What do ya think?”

  He rubs his hand over his face and looks to his friends before bringing his eyes back to mine. He slowly licks his lips before tightly pressing them together. “Well—it
’d be unique, that’s for sure.”

  I’m loving watching him squirm. It’s adorable, and it seems to be working. They’re all falling for it.

  I let out a loud giggle as I watch all them try to tell me they think I’d look good with blue hair. I now know to never ask them for an honest opinion. I’d never in a million years dye my hair blue! A few highlights, yes. But my whole head? Hell no!

  “I’m joking! I can’t believe you guys would tell me to dye my hair blue! We were actually talking about the boardwalk. I love you all. I really do. But I need some alone time with my man, free from all your ass scratching and beer belching—no offense,” I say looking down the island at Chase and Vance.

  “No offense taken,” Chase says honestly with a look of pride on his face.

  Only a guy would be proud of the fact that he can out burp another guy in a beer drinking contest.

  Men are so weird.

  “I think taking you out on a date down to the boardwalk sounds like the perfect idea, baby,” Parker says before pressing a sweet chaste kiss to my lips.

  I breathe a sigh of relief as I feel the disaster that almost happened just now is successfully diverted.

  Chapter Seven

  After the guys head upstairs to get cleaned up and wash away the smell of fish, I take the few free minutes to fill Ashlynn in on my plans for tonight.

  I’m going to tell Parker about the baby tonight while we’re out on our date. At least it’ll be just him and I without any of our friends around giving us full privacy to discuss everything together.

  She agreed that it’s the perfect plan and is relieved that I’m finally going to tell him. I know it has been hard on her too, keeping this secret with me from everyone. But I’m grateful that I’ve had her support every step of the way. I think telling him this privately will be easier.

  Right now I’m getting dressed to go out with Parker to the boardwalk to enjoy some delicious fried food and some carnival games. I’m going to have as much fun as possible with him and then when it’s time, I’ll pull him aside and break the news to him.