Trap: A Salvation Society Novel

by Jennifer Rebecca

  I cover her shoulders and breasts, her back and waist, her legs, and I do it with the overwhelming urge to whisk her off to a deserted island, where she wears nothing but tiny string bikinis I can pull off with my teeth.

  That was a decidedly possessive thought, even from me.

  “All set,” I tell her as I cap the sunscreen and lead her back downstairs to grab my board from the back of my truck.

  She locks the door and hooks the key to her dog tag chain again in a way that tells me she does it often, and carries a bag with towels and water bottles over her shoulder. I pop the cover on the bed of my truck and pull out my board.

  “That is gigantic.”

  “Nah, this is a little baby board, only six foot. You should see the monsters my dad surfed when he was stationed in Hawaii,” I tell her.

  With my board tucked under one arm and MacKenzie’s hand clasped in mine, we walk across the street, back to the beach. I noticed earlier this morning that there were some decent waves. Nothing major, but she could have a little bit of fun as long as we stay away from the cove and the cliffs.

  She kicks her sandals off and drops her bag and her shorts to the sand. “All right, sailor, time to drown me.”

  “Not so fast,” I say as I hook my index finger into the back of her bathing suit bottoms. “You have to crawl before you can walk.”

  “Okay.”

  “First, you paddle out on your belly, then when a wave comes, you try to push up to your knees for the first few times before you stand,” I tell her.

  “Why don’t you show me first?” she suggests, and I know she’s looking for an out, but I’m determined. I want to do this with her, not without her.

  “Nope. We’re doing this together.”

  “Stubborn.”

  “That’s what my mother tells me.” I laugh.

  “Ugh. Mine too,” she replies. “Aren’t we a pair?”

  “I think so,” I tell her softly. It’s the truth, even if it seems chaotic and wild. I’ve never felt a rush like this, like I do when I’m with her. It’s like jumping from an airplane. I’ve never felt so free.

  “Then let’s go,” she says thoughtfully. She’s watching me with an expression I’ve never seen on her face, a small smile playing about her mouth. And I want the chance to learn all of her expressions, all of her smiles. I want to hear her thoughts, and lie with her in the sand as she tells me her dreams.

  I tuck the board under my arm and take her hand again, this time leading her into the water. I move us out to where it’s waist high on her, and I hold the board steady for her to climb on. I wade out a little farther and wait for a decent wave, one that will move her out toward the beach a bit but not take her down. When it comes, I give her a big push into it.

  “That’s it, that’s it! Now up on your knees!” I yell, and she does it for a split second before she falls over. I swim out to her and help her back on the board. “Ready to do it again?”

  “Absolutely,” she says with a stubborn tilt to her chin. I love this. I have no doubt she’ll be standing by the end of the day if she puts her mind to it.

  I wade us back out to deeper water, and when a good wave comes, I push her into it and watch as she pushes up to her knees. This time, she rides the wave until it tapers out, and I can’t help but smile as she celebrates her victory.

  “I did it!” she cheers when I reach her.

  “I knew you could,” I say with a smile. “You want to try standing up now?”

  “Yes!”

  “Do you want to watch me first, or do you want to just go for it?”

  “Show me what you got, big man.” She laughs.

  MacKenzie passes me the board and leans up to press her mouth to mine. It’s the first time she’s initiated a kiss with me, and I wrap my arms around her and deepen it, licking into her mouth. She winks at me when we pull apart, and then I jump on my board and paddle out farther than I had taken her, looking for a decent wave. Surfing is not unlike being on a mission; it’s a lot of hurry up and wait, but I’m lucky that a good one is building not too far out.

  As it rolls in, I paddle into it and then push up onto my feet when I’m right over the wave. I twist and turn my body, rocking my weight from foot to foot to stay on the board for as long as possible. I’m sure I’m showing off for Mack, but whatever. I’m a guy. I want to look good for the pretty girl.

  I swim back to where she’s standing with water up to her hips, and when I reach her, she jumps up and down with enthusiasm—for me—making me feel ten feet tall.

  “That was awesome!” she shouts, tackling me into the water and making me laugh.

  “You ready to try it now?”

  “Yes!”

  I put her back on her belly on the board. This time, I cover her body with mine, my legs stretched past hers and my arms on either side. I tuck my face into the crook of her neck and look ahead to where we’re going. And for the first time in a long time, here on the water, with this woman I’m just coming to know but at the same time in so deep with, I am at peace.

  I slide off the back of the board when we’re out far enough, and when a wave approaches, I push her into it again. This time, she stands up. She doesn’t get far, but she does it. I love watching her face as she discovers joy in something I enjoy so much.

  She rides a couple more, switching off to watch me a few times before we decide to pack it in for the morning. The beach is starting to fill with people, and I can think of more creative ways to get to know MacKenzie in private.

  We dry off, gather our belongings in her bag, and she tosses it over her shoulder. I tuck the board under my arm and take her hand as we make our way back across the street to her condo. I lean my board against the side of her house next to the outdoor shower that we passed last night in our haste. It’s outside, but it also affords an amount of privacy.

  She steps into the stucco stall and turns on the water. I watch her duck under the spray in her little swimsuit, and I feel my cock twitch. This outdoor shower just might host a slew of fantasies if I have anything to say about it.

  The way the shower is curled into the side of the house, no one can see us unless they’re really looking. I step in behind MacKenzie and wrap my arms around her from behind, letting the front of my body mold to her back as she stands under the spray. She’s tall, but I’m taller, and the hardness of my cock presses into the upper swells of her ass.

  “Wha-What are you doing?” she stammers.

  “Mhmm…” I rumble. My mouth is so close to her ear. “I think that’s obvious.”

  I glide my hands up her sides until I cover her breasts with each hand. Even with the way her bathing suit top binds them, she’s a little more than a handful. I want to feel her spill into my hands without the tight material separating our skin.

  I grab the bottom band of her bikini top, pull it up over her head, and toss it aside. I cup her breasts again. Her skin feels cold to the touch, but it warms quickly under my hands. I flick my thumbs over her nipples and use the salt and sand on our skin to further abrade her soft skin. She tips her head back on my shoulder and moans as I pinch and pluck at her tender flesh.

  I cup one breast in my hand and lean into her, nipping her ear between my teeth, all while gently sliding my other hand down her belly and into the front of her bikini bottoms. Immediately, she widens her stance, giving me access to her hidden places. I stroke up her seam with my fingertip before parting her to find her swollen clit.

  I stroke her with the tip of my finger, and she rocks her hips against my hand. She knows exactly what she wants, and she’s not afraid to show me, and it’s sexy as hell. I bend my knees just a little, trapping her hips between mine and my hand. MacKenzie whimpers as I increase the pressure between her legs. Her head thrashes back and forth on my shoulder, and her cries increase as she gets closer and closer to the edge.

  “Please,” she begs. “I need you.”

  “I know what you need,” I growl as I pinch her clit, and she gasps.


  “I-I need you inside me,” she breathes.

  “I don’t have a condom down here,” I tell her and hate that I didn’t think about it. I didn’t realize how badly I would want her in this fucking outdoor shower. “Please tell me you’re on the pill.”

  I hold her tight in my arms and wait for her answer. Lucky for me, I don’t have to wait long.

  “Shot,” she barely bites out.

  “Drop your bottoms and put your hands on the wall,” I order.

  I palm my erection as she dips her fingers into the waistband of her bathing suit bottoms and pushes them to the ground. She places her hands on the stucco wall and leans forward a bit before tipping her face to look at me over her shoulder. She rolls her lip into her mouth and bites it, and I want to lick it, to soothe the hurt she’s made.

  She’s completely nude just for me. I rip open the Velcro closure on my board shorts, and my cock springs free. I curl myself around her from behind and fit myself against her back. She shivers at the contact.

  “Kyle, please.”

  “Mhmm,” I rumble as I press my lips to her shoulder. I touch my tongue to the skin there and taste the salt on her. I would lick her from head to toe, but I doubt we have that much time before a neighbor discovers us.

  “Don’t make me beg, Tarzan.”

  “Never,” I whisper harshly into her ear as I bend my knees, fitting my legs behind hers and fisting my cock. I touch the very tip of me to her before I surge up into her, taking her deeper than I did last night.

  I hold her tight to me and breathe through the burning in my thighs. The need to move is overwhelming, but I don’t want to rush it. I don’t want to come before she does.

  Slowly, I begin to move. I pull back and pump into her hot pussy. I bring my arm up underneath hers and grab onto her shoulder, holding her down so I can thrust up into her. She presses her hands against the stucco. I guide my other hand down between her creamy thighs and roll her clit between my thumb and index finger.

  “Kyle,” she gasps.

  “That’s it.” I drive up into her over and over again while increasing the pressure on her clit.

  “I-I’m going to….” she pants, but I take my hand from her shoulder and grab onto her jaw, pulling her face back so I can cover her mouth with mine and swallow down her cries as she comes. I pull out of the tight clasp of her pussy at the last possible second and press my hard length between us as I cover her in the hot jets of my cum.

  I drop my head down to the place where her neck and shoulder meet and hold her tight in my arms while my breath saws in and out of my lungs. I place a gentle kiss to her shoulder and stand up, pull up my board shorts, and snap the Velcro closed.

  I cup my hands under the water and rinse her back and ass. And I’d be lying if I said the sight of my cum on her gorgeous body wasn’t one of the most erotic things I’ve ever seen. It’s like I’ve marked her as mine. I’ve branded her. But it’s too soon, right?

  I bend down, grab her bikini bottoms, and hold them open for her to step into before carefully sliding them up her legs. I find the top and pull it over her head.

  “Ahh,” she squeals, grabbing at her breasts. “That’s cold.”

  “I’ll warm you up,” I tell her as I graze her fabric-covered nipple with the back of my hand, making her shiver.

  “Doubtful,” she says with wide, innocent eyes and a straight face about two minutes after I made her come like a freight train.

  “We’ll see about that,” I quip as I haul her up over my shoulder, and she lets out an awful squeak. I swat her ass and laugh at her playful complaints.

  “I was just kidding!”

  “No you weren’t.”

  I unlock the door and let us in and then carry her up the stairs in a fireman’s hold. I carry her all the way to her room at the top of her ivory tower just like a princess and toss her on the bed. I rip off my board shorts and follow her down, pulling her suit off as I go.

  “Kyle,” she pants my name as I cover her with my body and slide deep inside.

  “I think you’re warm now,” I tell her as I thrust deep. “Your pussy is so hot it just might burn me up.”

  “Yes,” she gasps as I move inside her, faster, harder, fucking her like she wants.

  She wraps me up in her arms and legs and holds on tight while I move over her. And then she arches her back and clenches my cock in her tight grip as she falls over the edge.

  I pump into her once… twice… three times more before I pull out and come on her belly. I fall beside her and catch my breath.

  “You made a mess again, Tarzan.”

  “Then I guess I’ll just have to clean you up again,” I tell her. “Maybe this time see if you can keep your hands off of me.”

  “Ex-Excuse me?”

  “You heard me.” I laugh as I roll into her and press my mouth to hers. I lick into her, and then my belly growls so fucking loud there’s no denying it. “Change of plans.”

  “What’s that?” she asks.

  “Quick shower and food,” I answer. “I need sustenance to keep up with you. Feed me, woman, or I’ll be useless.”

  “Fine.” She laughs. “If I must. But after, I’ll chain you in my bedroom and have my wicked way with you.”

  “You’ve got yourself a deal.”

  She jumps up and heads toward the bathroom. “You coming?”

  “I don’t think it’s conducive to our mission if I get you all wet and slippery again,” I admit. “You shower first, and I’ll check on Tube.”

  She laughs and makes her way to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her. I pick up my phone and call my buddy. He apparently had a blast with some travelling nurses and took a cab back to Coronado this morning. After promising him that I would see him tomorrow afternoon at the latest, I hang up and follow MacKenzie into the bathroom, joining her in the shower after all.

  Chapter Six

  MacKenzie

  When you grew up

  “What did you want to be when you grew up?” I ask as I swirl a fry in the mountain of ketchup, mustard, and black pepper before popping it into my mouth.

  After we finished showering and making love one more time, Kyle and I threw on shorts and T-shirts and climbed into his truck. I directed him to my favorite burger joint on the coast, and we watched the sea lions that had long ago claimed the children’s cove for their own haven play on the rocks while we ate lunch. There are some residents who want to chase them away, but I’m not one of them. I love coming down here and watching them in their element. Pupping season is actually one of my favorite times of the year if I’m stateside, because the babies are so fun to watch.

  “A pirate.” Kyle laughs. “Obviously. What about you?”

  “A pilot,” I answer and add more pepper to my mixture.

  “Really?” he asks.

  “Yeah, why?” I ask before taking another bite.

  “You never wanted to be anything else?” he prods.

  “No.”

  “Not even a fairy princess?”

  “Not even a fairy princess.” I laugh. “Well…”

  “Well?” he asks hopefully as he sips his soda.

  “One time, in second grade, I put on an assignment that I wanted to be a waitress, because the girl sitting next to me, Jennifer Bertrand, put it as her answer, and I was tired of everyone telling me that a girl couldn’t be a pilot,” I admit. “I’m still mad I changed my answer, and to add insult to injury, my mom brings it up every year at Christmas when everyone is drunk and telling stories by the fire.”

  “I bet that’s fun,” he says thoughtfully.

  “It’s the best,” I reply. “I’m sad I won’t be home for the holidays this year. My brother’s kids are the best.”

  “Are you close with your brother?” he asks before stuffing a ridiculous amount of his burger in his mouth.

  “Yeah.” I keep adding mustard until the balance is a true two parts ketchup and one part mustard with a thick black pepper coating. I
miss my brother and sister so much. This last year, Ryan got married, and his wife will have their baby by the time I come home from my next deployment.

  I had just stopped in D.C. on my way to a training in Virginia a few months ago. It was good to catch up with him, but I didn’t get to meet his wife. There was some drama going on at the time, but he didn’t tell me much. Then, his daughter, my beautiful, teenaged, sassy-mouthed niece, told me he had been shot, but Ryan never confirmed.

  Amelia, my sister, I haven’t seen in ages. She’s also a pilot and training for the space program. I hope she makes it. Amelia is far more determined and much stronger than I am. I’m a great pilot, but she’s truly amazing.

  “You know that’s actually pretty disgusting,” he says, and I look up from my plate.

  “What?”

  “What are you mixing over there?” he asks, pointing a fry of his own at the mess I made on my plate while I was thinking about my family. I feel my cheeks heat with embarrassment. I know I won’t see him again after today, but still, I should have better manners than a five-year-old.

  “It’s ketchup and mustard,” I answer with a shrug.

  “I see that.”

  “Hey,” I defend. “Don’t knock it until you try it.”

  He watches me for a moment before replying, “Then show me.”

  He doesn’t make a move to reach for a fry, and I wait and wait. When it’s clear Kyle is waiting for me, I pick up a fry from my plate and drag it through the mess and then hold it up in offering for him. He leans in and closes his lips around my fingers. But it’s when his tongue briefly touches the pad of my index finger that I gasp. He leans back, chewing my fry, and then winks at me. He winks! The entire series of movements is positively carnal, and I don’t know what to do with it. This entire weekend, it’s been like I was living someone else’s life. It’s like an out-of-body experience.