by S. E. Rose
“Fuck,” I mutter, as I sit up and rub my head. Fortunately, I only fell about ten inches, so no harm, no foul. I get up, and Zach is by my side immediately as is Harrison and Grant.
All eyes are on the two women across the club.
“We should go,” Harrison says.
“That fucking conniving little bitch,” Lee says as he begins to make his way across the bar.
“Fuck,” Zach says as he goes after him.
“FML,” Grant says on a sigh, and he and Harrison follow Zach.
Pretty soon, all five of us are standing in front of the booth. Felicia and Maggie stop making out and look toward us.
“Well, I see you didn’t waste any time,” Lee says dryly.
“Lee, darling. I wasn’t sure if you were still here,” Maggie says.
“Cut the shit, Margaret,” he snarls. “You really are a gold-digging little whore, aren’t you?”
Felicia stands up. “Get the fuck out of here, Lee,” she yells.
“Really?” he says to her. “It’s my fucking wedding weekend. You get the fuck out of here.”
“Well, there wasn’t a fucking wedding, was there?” she retorts.
“Thank God, no,” he says, and then he steps back and tosses his hands in the air. “Fuck it, and fuck both of you. You know what? You two deserve each other. I hope you’ll be super happy together in your little fucked-up world.” And with that, he walks away back to our table on the other side of the club.
“You really are a lowlife,” Harrison quips as he follows Lee. I just shake my head at them, and Grant, Zach, and I walk over to Lee.
“Let’s go,” Lee says. “I can’t stand to be in the presence of those two.”
We nod and walk out of the club. On the way out, we spot a smaller bar. “Shall we?” I say, pointing to it. They all nod, and we grab seats being vacated by two older couples. Zach sits down and pats his thigh, and I take a seat on it. We order drinks. Grant tells funny stories about Lee and him getting in trouble as teenagers and pretty soon everyone is laughing, seemingly forgetting the episode earlier in the night.
About two hours later, Lee has cozied up to a British woman there with some friends on a girls’ trip. Zach slips him a handful of condoms and whispers something in his ear. Lee nods and the four of us get up and bid everyone good night.
We are halfway back to the hotel rooms when I realize my purse is still at the bar.
“I’ll walk you back,” Zach says. Harrison and Grant stumble onward, and we hurry back to find that Lee has my purse and is openly flirting with his new friend.
As we walk back to our rooms, I run over to a small pool and sit down, putting my feet in the cool water and lying back on the cement.
“Just give me a minute, this feels so good,” I say through my semi-intoxicated haze. I’m not really drunk, but I’m definitely buzzing.
Zach sits down on a chair by the pool and looks down at me. “That was…” He trails off.
“A wonderfully, epically fucked-up day?” I finish. He nods.
I close my eyes and breathe in the salty, hot air. “I think I need another vacation to get over this one,” I state.
“That makes two of us,” he agrees.
I open my eyes and look up at him. “I’m glad I met you,” I announce, mostly because I’ve been drinking, and I’ve lost all my inhibitions.
Zach grins. “I’m glad I met you too, Reagan,” he says. He stands and takes my hands and pulls me up, turning me as he does so we are facing each other. “Let’s head back. I think we need a good night’s sleep.”
I pick up my shoes, and we walk back. As we approach our rooms, I notice something on the door handle to my suite. I squint, thinking I’m seeing stuff in my alcohol-induced, sleepy state.
“Is that…” I start.
“A sock?” Zach says. “Yep.”
I slap my forehead. “They did not seriously put a sock on the door handle, did they?” I ask.
Zach starts laughing until he is wiping away tears from his eyes. “Shit, I’d forgotten all about that,” he says. I look at him confused.
He smiles. “When Harrison, Lee, and I shared a suite in college, we used to put socks on our door handles when we…were pre-occupied,” he explains.
I roll my eyes. “Seriously? Isn’t that a little, uh, cliché?” I ask.
He shrugs. “It worked,” he says.
I shake my head. “Guess we’ll be in your room tonight,” I say.
“Is that a problem?” he asks as he walks me against a wall. I can feel the cool tiles against my exposed skin and a shiver runs down my spine as I gaze up at him.
“Nope,” I whisper as I swallow.
“Good, because I want to spend every available minute we have left here together,” he states as he reaches his arm around me and presses his key bracelet against the lock. It opens with a pop, and he pushes me along the wall and into his room.
The door closes behind us as Zach keeps walking me back toward the bed. I feel it against the back of my legs but neither of us breaks eye contact. He reaches behind him and turns on a single light.
His stare penetrates me to my core, and I suck in a breath. He brings a single finger up and under the right strap of my sundress, and then pulls it down over my shoulder. He repeats the process with the left strap. His hands reach behind me and find the zipper, pulling it down inch by inch. His face is so close to mine, but he makes no move to kiss me. I can feel his hot breath on my lips. I can no longer stand the distance, and I push myself up toward him, but he pulls back. I pout, and he smirks before releasing the fabric of my dress and allowing it to slide down my body. I’m left standing before him in my underwear. He looks down my body appreciatively.
He steps back and unbuttons his shirt and after dropping it to the floor, he undoes his belt buckle and unbuttons his pants, sliding them down his legs. It’s then that I notice he is commando.
“Eyes up here, my little monkey,” he says in a gravelly voice.
My vision moves from his impressive erection up his chiseled abs, his chest, and then I meet his gaze. His hooded eyes are dark with desire.
“Your turn,” he murmurs.
I slowly remove my bra, holding it out to the side and letting it drop to the floor. His eyes momentarily glance at my breasts, but otherwise, they stay focused on my eyes. Then I push my underwear down the length of my legs, before slowly moving back up until I stand before him, naked.
Neither of us moves for a moment as we both take in the other’s body.
“I’m a lucky fucker,” he mutters as he presses a hand against my shoulder, forcing me to fall back on the bed, my legs hanging over the side.
His gaze penetrates me. I can’t tear my view away from him as he sinks to the floor in front of me. I push up onto my elbows and look down at him. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he slowly spreads my legs. He leans in close to my center but doesn’t touch me.
“Put your feet on my shoulders,” he says in a raspy voice that sends shivers down my spine. I comply, thanking the feet gods that I had a pedicure at the spa. His eyes finally leave mine as he looks down between my legs. I feel him run a finger down my slit, separating my folds before he slowly pushes it inside.
“Jesus, Reagan. How are you always so fucking wet for me?” he growls as his head descends upon me. He licks a path from his finger up to my clit and when he reaches that bundle of nerves, he grazes it with his teeth. I fall back against the bed, my hands grabbing his hair.
“Zach,” I say as I suck in a breath.
His response is to suck my bud into his mouth and flicking it rapidly with his tongue. I toss my head back and forth as the sensations over his mouth and finger overwhelm me.
I feel a second finger slide inside me, and I lose it. My body is shaking, my muscles spasming, and I know I’m yelling things, but I have no idea what. I’m so focused on chasing my release, on falling over the cliff that I feel like I’m having an out-of-body experience.
A
s I come back to reality, I feel his wet lips trailing kisses up my abdomen, my breasts, my neck, and my jaw. It’s as though he’s already memorized the path up my body. Then he’s in my vision, staring down at me. He reaches for a condom, and a few seconds later I feel myself stretch to accommodate him as he works his cock in and out of me until my release coats his full length allowing him to slide completely into me.
My eyes roll back in my head, and I moan as he rolls his hips, further stretching my opening.
“Fuck, you feel good,” he murmurs, his eyes still fixed on mine as he begins to move in and out of me at a rapid pace. I brace my arms above me to keep my head from knocking into the headboard. I attempt to thrust up against him, but his weight pins me down. He grabs my ankles and spreads my legs apart as his speed reaches a new level. Sweat begins to dot his forehead and chest, and I know he’s close when I feel him enlarge inside me.
It’s that feeling, the feeling of being even more full of him that has me spiraling again. He pushes my legs back, so my feet are up by my head in some crazy yoga maneuver that has him insanely deep inside me. I can no longer keep my eyes open. I squeeze them shut, and then it’s just the feel of him, the sound of him that penetrates my mind. I grip his shoulders as he leans forward, the tip of his cock now striking the neck of my womb with each thrust. My body begins to shake again, to lose total control. I feel my release gush out around his cock and that is his final straw.
He cries out my name on a final pump, releasing my ankles and falling on me, pinning me to the bed. Our bodies are a sweaty tangled mess, but I don’t care because the pulsing of his cock inside me is the only thing I care about right now.
“Don’t stop,” I whisper as I contract my muscles around him, small aftershocks of my orgasm rattling my body.
He keeps up the pulsating until I clench again around him. He groans, and a shiver runs through his body. He brings his damp head down onto my shoulder, nuzzling my neck with his nose.
“That was…” I start.
“Amazing…intense…fucking incredible?” he suggests. I can feel a smile against my neck.
I can’t deny his perfection.
“Perfect,” I say with a sigh.
He chuckles. “Well, shit. I don’t know where to go from there,” he says.
“Up?” I suggest with a smirk.
He lifts his head up and looks down at me before thrusting once more. “Oh, baby, I will definitely be up again soon,” he says as he retreats from my body. I miss the feel of him the second he slides free.
“Shower?” he suggests.
I nod. “Yep, I’m gross,” I say as I get up and follow him toward the shower.
He spins around and grabs me, licking my neck and making me giggle. “You taste pretty fucking good to me, my little monkey,” he says. I give him a curious stare as he turns again and reaches in toward the shower to turn it on.
“Why little monkey?” I ask him.
He grins. “Because you remind me of those little monkeys we saw, the little baby monkey clinging to its mom. It made me think of the way you cling to me when we are fucking against a wall,” he says, his voice low and his eyes dark again.
I laugh. “Oh, OK,” I reply, unsure how to answer that.
I step into the hot steam of the shower and turn the cold water up a little. I reach for the soap and Zach’s hand covers mine.
“Remember when I said I’d be up again soon,” he whispers in my ear. I shiver under the spray.
“Yes,” I croak as I feel his erection press against my back. I realize he’s already sheathed in a condom as he slowly spreads my legs, pushing me against the wall, the hard tiles pressing against my nipples as he sinks into me.
He exhales loudly and begins a punishing pace in and out of my core. From this position, I can’t move, all I can do is feel him each time he slides inside me, and it’s exquisite. His hand reaches around my waist and finds my clit. He begins swirling it lightly with his thumb. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, and when he pinches it, I explode around him. He pulls out hastily and spins me around, pushing my back into the wall and hiking me up so I’m forced to wrap my legs around his waist as he thrusts back inside of me as his lips find my left nipple and suck hard. My orgasm seems to last for minutes. I hear him grunt as he thrusts one final time, collapsing against me so I’m sandwiched between him and the wall.
“My baby monkey,” he whispers in my ear. I giggle now understanding as I cling to him, needing him to hold me while I’m wrapped tightly around him. He licks up my neck and finds my lips, and we kiss. And then we keep kissing.
“How much hot water do you think the hotel has?” he growls against my lips.
“I…don’t…know…why?” I manage in between allowing his tongue to explore my mouth.
“Because I want to kiss you all fucking night,” he whispers against my lips before returning to nibbling my bottom lip.
“Zach,” I say on a breath as he wraps my hair around his hand and yanks gently, so I’m forced to look into his eyes.
“Let’s do it,” he says.
“Do what?” I say in a fog.
“Kiss for the rest of the night,” he replies.
I laugh. “I think you’ll get tired of doing it,” I respond.
“Never,” he says, placing another gentle kiss on my lips.
“Besides, we have that sunset cruise,” I say.
“Cruise schmooze,” he says. I laugh again.
“But maybe we could kiss some more on the cruise,” I suggest.
“Yeah,” he says.
“Yeah,” I reply.
“I like that idea, my little monkey,” he whispers before kissing me once more. My stomach growls, and he stops. “Let’s get cleaned up. I think I might need to feed you.”
I grin. “I agree,” I smirk as I drop to my knees and take him in my mouth.
“Reagan,” he growls but his growls quickly turn to groans. He finishes “feeding” me, and then we clean up before calling for room service. We spend the rest of the night kissing before we fall fast asleep in each other’s arms.
Chapter 21
Zach
I can’t get enough of her. After breakfast the next morning, we return to my hotel room. We are supposed to be changing and going to the beach, but there is still a sock on her door. I knock but no one answers, and Reagan refuses to enter the room while a sock is still on the doorknob. I really can’t blame her. There are certain things you can’t un-see, and your friends having sex is just one of them.
I open my hotel room and pull her inside, slamming her against the door and kissing her senseless.
“I suppose we’ll have to kiss for a while longer,” I murmur against her lips.
“I suppose,” she says, her breath against my lips.
I walk us back to the bed and lie us down, not breaking the kiss.
“I can’t get enough of your sweet mouth,” I murmur as I kiss her some more. She tastes of Reagan with a hint of mimosa, and I could fuck her mouth with my tongue all damned day.
I start to unzip her dress when there’s a sound from the balcony, and then the door slides open. I jump up and am about to kick someone’s ass when I see a half-dressed Grant, who is quickly followed by a half-dressed Harrison.
“What. The. Ever-loving fuck!” I yell.
“Jesus, Grant! Ever hear of knocking?” Reagan says as she pulls up the covers even though she’s completely clothed still.
Grant tosses a hand toward us and looks around wildly. His gaze lands on the television remote, and he picks it up and turns on the television.
I’m about to make a smart-assed remark about the cable not working in their room when he flicks to an international news channel, and my mouth falls open. On the screen is Eunice Pierce, in handcuffs, being led toward a police car with tinted windows.
“Holy…shit,” Reagan mutters slowly.
“Fuck me,” I say simultaneously.
Grant sinks down onto the mattress, and we all
watch in complete silence.
“Early this morning, Eunice Pierce, the widow of the late John Pierce, was arrested upon entry back into the United States following a vacation to Mexico for her grandson’s wedding, which apparently was called off at the last minute. No comments from Lee Pierce or Margaret Payne regarding their breakup. However, sources tell us that Eunice Pierce is charged with fraud, falsifying documents, and insider trading, amongst other charges. She will appear in federal court next Tuesday. This follows several months of discussion between Pierce International, Payne Transport, and Tuckerton Global. Wallstreet had been abuzz with a possible merger amongst the companies, but that is apparently no longer happening. Rich Tuckerton released a statement this morning saying that his company was still in talks with Payne Transport but was no longer considering buying out Pierce International as ownership of the company was under investigation. We’ll bring you more as this story develops.”
Grant presses mute and turns to us. “Holy shit,” he says as he runs a hand through his hair.
“Yeah. Holy shit,” Reagan repeats.
Reagan shakes her head. “Uh, you guys could have just knocked on our door,” she says, looking at the door.
“Oh, right. Well…yeah…it seemed like a good idea at the time,” Harrison says sheepishly. “You know, quicker.”
I shake my head and try to contain my laughter. “Did you guys really just scale the balconies in your underwear?”
They both look down and then at each other and then they smirk. I roll my eyes as does Reagan. They both shrug.
“What time is the cruise?” Harrison asks.
“Uh, we are getting picked up at three thirty,” Reagan states.
“Great, we’ll meet you guys down there,” he says as he heads back toward the balcony. He stops promptly and walks back in.
“Shit. Your and Lee’s parents are coming this way,” he says.
“So?” Grant says.
“So, we are basically naked and shacked up in your room,” Harrison says.
“Fuck it. They know now. I’m not walking on eggshells around my family any longer. They can accept me or not, I don’t give a flying fuck any longer,” Grant hisses.