by Eva LeNoir
I chuckled at the worried tone she’d used, reminding me of Emma who had accused me of sounding the same way about Libs, like a parent. I figured the best way for her to relax and return to her fun-loving Jaybird was to distract her.
"I'm guessing, being a San Diego girl, you’re already a badass on the waves?" Surfing wasn't for everyone but living in California made the call of the wave easier to accept. If my parents hadn't gotten themselves killed, I probably would have ended up like them, a criminal or dead before my eighteenth birthday. Millie taking me in was what ultimately saved my life. That first day on the waves was a calling, something strong that sounded so true, I couldn't have ignored it even if I wanted to.
"Not really, to be honest," she said with a shrug of her shoulders, "I mean, I tried it, to make Calvin happy, but it just didn't feel right," My gaze followed as she bent at the waist to pick up a shell. In that moment, I couldn’t hear a single word she said and all I could see were the delicious, perfectly rounded globes of her ass. A mighty spank-worthy, biteable ass, I might add.
And, now I was hard.
"That whole time, in the water, I was petrified, thought I would hit my head and drown," she continued, but my attention to her words was momentarily overshadowed by the uncensored images flying through my mind. Images of her bent over the living room table while I fucked her from behind.
Maybe in the shower, the one in my room was an Italian marble style and we could make some serious fantasies come true in there. It was like the architect had placed that bench there, against the wall, for the sole purpose of getting his rocks off.
I was going to hell, no doubts about it.
"Marlon?"
She must have repeated my name more than once before I returned from my trip to porn central considering she was now standing straight and looking right into my eyes.
"Yeah, um. Sorry, my mind wandered," To Pornville and you were the mayor.
She smirked and I was so busted.
"Surfing. Right." That was what we had been talking about.
"Where did you go for your grommet debut?" I asked, getting back on topic. It was time to get in the water, hopefully hide my hard-on and soothe my aching balls.
"La Jolla," she said, following me in and cupping water with one hand to cool off her shoulders and chest and fuck my life, I wanted to be that water.
Wait, did she say La Jolla?
Turning to face her completely, my face contorted in shock, and probably a bit of anger, at whoever was the fuckface that took her there for her first time.
"La Jolla?" I asked a bit too loudly. My tone had her snapping her head up at me, her eyes wide with shock
"Yeah, why?"
"La Jolla is for seasoned surfers, Jaidyn. Groms have no business being out there, it's fucking dangerous." If she said that prick boyfriend of hers took her to La Jolla to surf for her first time, I was going to drown him in his own stupidity.
"Yeah, I figured. After the first five minutes, I just sat on the beach and watched them. Calvin isn't that good, I don't think he actually caught a wave, to be honest."
I grinned.
I was an asshole but at least I was able to admit that I would be using my surfing skills to impress Jaidyn Hughes where Calvin had failed.
Sah-weet.
We were both standing in the clear shallow waters of the Hawaiian ocean, the sun reflecting its blinding power the higher it rose in the skies.
“Promise me something,” I blurted, taking a step closer to her tight little body, her heat rivaling the sun’s rays against my skin.
“I’m not sleeping with you, Marlon,” she said, her hand flying to her mouth, as surprised by her own words as I was.
A slow, crooked grin made its way on my lips at the thought of her having sex on her mind. Most importantly, sex with me.
Oh, little bird. It’s going to happen, believe me.
But, first, I needed to talk shop.
“As delicious as that sounds, Jaybird, my mind wasn’t even on sex.” Not this time.
“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that,” she cringed at herself and I wanted to crash my mouth to hers and show her that fucking her right here in the ocean with people all around us wouldn’t bother me in the least. But I had other plans.
“Forget it, seriously,” I brushed her wet hair from her forehead and placed it behind her ear. The pink tint of her cheek was either from a blush or from the sun. It didn’t matter, either way it was beautiful on her.
“But, when we take your father for his first surf lesson, you’re going out there too.” Her father had an appointment with a surfing instructor who would basically get him on a nine-footer, a long board for beginners. I’d get her on one of her own and teach her in the right conditions. After all, I’d taught my neighbor Justin, there was no reason I couldn’t do the same for Jaidyn. We were renting this house for the next month, I could get her comfortable on a board by that time. She’d go back as a Betty by the end of our adventure.
“I don’t know, Marlon, what if something happens to me?” she shook her head, the mere thought of not being able to care for her father contorting her angelic face.
“Jaidyn,” I deadpanned, “it’s practically a flat pond with some kiddie waves every two hours. We chose White Plains for that purpose,” I reminded her, “so your father could learn to surf and scratch that off his bucket list.”
Looking down the beach to where her father was still sitting, contemplating, on the shore, she turned back to me with a smile that made something inside of me swell like a balloon.
I had no idea what that meant. I understood the lust I’d been feeling for months, now, but that burning in my chest?
Shit, maybe I had heartburn.
Blinking, I grinned back at her, somehow knowing I’d get my wish.
“Okay, I’ll do it.”
“Oh, Jaybird,” I said leaning in, my lips too close to her mouth, too tempting to ravage, “just make sure you don’t fall in love with me.”
She jerked back, shock on her face, pink on her cheeks and nipples hard as fucking rocks.
“I’m kidding, relax, little bird.”
This was for fun, she had a boyfriend and falling in love was the furthest thing from my mind.
Chapter 17
Jaidyn
"Jaidyn!" I heard over the monitor, waking me up from a heated dream where the main character most definitely was not Calvin.
Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I quickly piled my hair on the top of my head and didn't bother to check the way I was dressed. When my father called out in the middle of the night, I never hesitated, I just ran.
Still half asleep, it took me a few seconds to remember where we were. As I reached what had been my father's bedroom for the last two weeks, I felt heat at my back and hot breath on my neck.
"Is he okay? Do you need my help?"
Marlon.
I didn't dare turn around, I could only guess at the mess that was my hair and face. Mostly, I didn’t want to know just how sexy Marlon would look, all sleepy-eyed and bed-haired.
"I'll be just a second, let me see," I told him as I turned the knob right before my father cried out my name again.
In the shadows of the room barely illuminated by the moonlight, I could faintly make out Dad's figure under the white sheet, the covers evidently removed by his thrashing.
"Daddy? What can I do?" I asked, my voice always cracking when he was like this, disoriented and in pain.
"Jaidyn?" this time he called out softly like he was surprised I was there.
"I'm here, Daddy. Do you want some water? I can massage your cramps away, if you want."
Clearing his throat, he sat up a little straighter and reached out to take my hand.
"Baby girl, you're okay," he said, relief evident in his tone.
"Dad, I'm fine, what's going on? Are you okay?" I felt useless in times like these. I felt younger than m twenty-one years.
"Bad dream, baby girl. Ju
st a bad dream," he sighed, his shoulders slumped and his head hanging in defeat.
"Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, knowing damn well that he never talked about his nightmares. He felt I had enough pressure on my young shoulders, I didn't need more.
Standing, I squeezed his hand and said, "I'm going to get you some water, okay? I'll be right back."
I could faintly see his nod as I turned toward the door to make my way to the kitchen.
But I didn't have to go that far. Marlon was waiting at the threshold with a glass, holding it out for me to take.
"I figured he'd want this," he said, surprising me into stillness. It was a simple gesture that should have been at best considered thoughtful, normal even. But I was so used to doing everything myself that the simple act of getting a glass of water without being asked almost brought tears to my eyes.
"Thank you," was all I said, needing to keep my head leveled and my heart on check.
"Of course," he responded. I figured he'd go right back to his room but to my surprise, he stayed at the entry of Dad's room as though to wait for further instruction or to help if needed. It was simple but so reassuring.
With a smile, I turned back to Dad and even with the slight illumination from the moon I could see the smile on my father's face. He was enjoying this, the fact that someone was helping me. Oftentimes, he'd complain that my life was on hold, that I was wasting the best years of my life on him and he hated it.
Problem was, there was no other place I'd rather have been.
Handing the glass to my father, I sat on the side of the bed and took his hand in mine. Hands that seemed so strong and able to do anything, when I was a child, now felt almost fragile.
"Better?" I asked him softly, taking the glass he handed right back to me.
"Yes, thank you, JaiJai," he cleared his throat and continued, "my sweet girl."
"Always, Daddy," I answered automatically, "now get some rest, tomorrow you are learning how to surf," I reminded him with a silly grin on my face.
Honestly, I was just as excited to walk into Marlon's world as I was to see my dad enjoying his life.
Nodding, he slipped back under the sheet. Reaching over him, I pulled the discarded blanket and tucked him into bed like a mother would her child.
Taking a second to look him over, I didn't see anything outwardly wrong. The sudden jerks of his hands or constant raising of his eyebrows were considerably appeased, his stress levels low on this trip probably helped by his CBD oils. He looked serene apart from his distress over the nightmare. The relief I felt was palpable, his well-being inevitably dictated my well-being.
"Is everything okay?" Marlon asked me as I walked out the room. Reaching behind me, he closed the door quietly and for a second, we just stood there, staring at each other. So many different answers to that question.
Welcome to my life.
He's never going to be fine!
He's dying and I'm dying right along with him.
I didn't say any of those things, going for my usual platitudes.
"He's fine, just a nightmare, no big deal," I said, like a robot who'd been programmed with the right words, at the right time.
Marlon cocked his head to the side and narrowed his eyes.
"Hmmm, it's almost five, I'll make us some coffee," he didn't sound like he believed me, but then it wasn't his place to question me or my answers when it came to my dad.
"Yeah, I won't be going to sleep anytime soon," I said, following him down the hall and into the kitchen where he was already turning on the lights.
When he turned to ask what I wanted for breakfast, it suddenly occurred to me that he was dressed in only his boxer briefs, his six, maybe eight pack on full display.
A rational woman would chide herself, reminding herself this was not the time to ogle and drool over a boy.
Except, Marlon Brooks was no boy and as a young, sexually aware woman, there was no ignoring the man standing before me.
My gaze travelled from his long, powerful legs up to his, holy shit was that morning wood?
Quickly averting my stare, I looked up at his eyes and realized I wasn't the only one mesmerized in that kitchen.
Clearly, Marlon was checking me out too, and the hunger written all over his face was making me tremble with need.
Looking down at myself, I was mortified at what I saw.
Dressed in short silk shorts and a matching silk tank top, I pulled my lips between my teeth at the sight of my perky nipples saluting the whole wide world.
Saluting Marlon.
I didn't know if I wanted to cover myself by crossing my arms or if I wanted to take a step closer and feel his naked skin up against my aching, traitorous breasts.
The idea warred in my brain, trying desperately to remember why it was a bad idea to maybe reach out and run a palm over his prominent erection. Would it be silky to the touch? Would it feel full in my hand?
From what I could see, I had no doubts that Marlon Brooks would be hard and hot and everything a man is supposed to be.
The polar opposite of Calvin.
Calvin!
There was the reason.
Marlon must have come to the same conclusion at the same damn time when he cleared his throat and quickly excused himself, leaving me alone and horny in the kitchen.
Chapter 18
Marlon
She had a fucking boyfriend, albeit a half-assed one. I needed to remember that the next time I stared at her tits and imagined my mouth all over them, my tongue circling her nipples, feeling them harden exponentially from the heat of my mouth.
In my mind, I was pushing her against that monster of a fridge and covering her lithe body with my hungry one. I could almost taste her mouth as I imagined assaulting her with my mine, my tongue discovering every nook and cranny, licking and biting her lips like a crazed man.
I wanted to grind my hard cock into the wet heat of her pussy, feeling her juices coat my eager dick, parting her barely-there excuse for shorts and sliding home, to nirvana.
In the mere seconds I stood in that kitchen memorizing every detail of her body, I'd fucked her raw in my filthy mind. I swore I heard her scream her release, coming with my name on her lips.
Obviously, all of that was in my head because she was spoken for and I was, essentially, the help.
Back in my bedroom, I slipped on a pair shorts, but my dick was still hard from the memory of her. Deciding it was best to take the bull by the horn, or more accurately, taking my cock in hand and rubbing one out, I locked myself in the ensuite bathroom and came like savage, Jaidyn's name a whisper on my lips.
Ten minutes later, feeling more human than I did in the kitchen, I washed my hands and my cock, pulled up my shorts and grabbed the first t-shirt that I could find before heading back out to the kitchen hoping Jaidyn hadn’t left. Or maybe hoping she had so I could keep my wits about me.
She, too, had changed into something less Pornhub and more kitchen appropriate.
I missed her vulnerability right away. In those moments where we were frozen from our desires, she was open and raw and it felt like a gift.
This woman whose emotions were perpetually on lockdown, who was the child, the mother, and the nurse to a man whom she loved with all of her heart. This amazing woman who, despite her own personal accomplishments, fulfilled her role as the model girlfriend so her selfish boyfriend could only hope to elevate to her level. I could see her wants, feel her needs, because they echoed my own.
"Sorry about that," I mumbled as I made my way to the fridge and started taking out milk, juice, eggs, and butter.
"Pancakes?" I asked, going through the cupboards, looking for the right sized bowls to make the batter.
"Oh, um, yeah, that would be lovely," she answered, coming to my side of the kitchen, heading straight for the plates and cutlery.
"I don't have buttermilk so..." I let my phrase die out because that was lame. Lame like I have no game.
And for the record,
I had some major game going on before this woman took all my coolness and threw it out the door with my common sense, apparently.
"It's fine," she smiled, her eyes meeting mine for the first time since our ‘moment’.
"Jaidyn," I started but I had no idea what I wanted to say.
"It's fine, Marlon, can we just forget that whole," she gestured with her arms and hands in the direction we'd both been standing during the ‘moment’, "whatever that was back there?"
Now, I was willing to put that incident behind me, but there was no fucking way I was forgetting any of it.
Not her dilated eyes.
Not her shortness of breath.
Not her parted lips.
And definitely not her perky tits.
I was a gentleman but in the dead of the night, alone in my room, I was still a testosterone filled man with a one-track mind.
I would have Jaidyn, one day.
She would come to me, beg for me, and until that time, I would remember her exactly the way she had been in that kitchen. Open and curious. Wanton and seeking. All woman, all lust.
It was with that thought clear in my head that I placed the butter in the pan without lighting the stove top and gave Jaidyn my full attention.
"Jaidyn," I started, taking a step closer to her until we were almost touching but not quite, "there is nothing that could make me forget the stunning sight of you barely awake, barely dressed. Your armor down and your vulnerability on full display. It was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen." And just to make sure she understood the full impact she’d had on me, I added, “You, were the sexiest sight I’ve ever seen.”
She gasped but she didn't make a move to step away, I took it as my cue to continue.
"Make no mistake, little bird, there will come a time when you'll be coming to me," I leaned in just a little closer and whispered, "begging me," I murmured the words painfully slow, my lips grazing her lobe, "pleading me to make that ache go away." Turning to look at her profile, I could see the entire scene play out on her face, urging me to continue. "And when you do, I will make sure to ruin you for all other men.”