by Logan Chance
I dig my toes in the sand, wishing I could burrow my whole body beneath it. I hate talking about this. I never know what to say or what to tell people. “It was a long time ago,” I start, not really sure where to begin. “As you know, she worked for your grandfather. She loved working there, but Ronin became obsessed with her.” I break out into a sob. “I’m sorry, just thinking about her.”
“I’m sorry.” He rubs my back, comforting me.
I pull myself together, not wanting Tenny to see me break down in tears. “It was a long time ago. Your grandfather fired her because he thought there was something going on between the two of them.” I laugh a little at the irony. “And Joseph Prince’s grandson could never be in love with someone so...common.”
His head snaps to me. “I didn’t know.”
“I guess Joseph didn’t like their friendship.” It still makes me furious when I think about how upset Savannah was the day she came home from the Prince estate after being fired. How I couldn’t get her to calm down. How she was determined to see Ronin. “She took her car that night, and,” now the tears come, “the police officer knocked on my door later that night. She was in a horrible car crash and didn’t survive.”
“Clementine, I’m so sorry. Death sucks. I lost both my parents in a car accident as well, and it just fucking sucks.”
I swipe at my tears. “It really does.” I marvel at Tennyson by the shore. “I should make him lunch.” I pop up and head down to the ocean.
Gabriel doesn’t follow me, and I breathe a sigh of relief he isn’t questioning me more on my past.
We collect our things and head back to the house for a late afternoon lunch.
Gabriel doesn’t mention my sister’s name again, and I’m thankful for that.
After lunch, we play a board game, and then finish off the evening with a light dinner and a movie in which Tennyson passes out halfway through.
I lay Tennyson in his bed, pulling up the covers, and return to the living room.
“Faye is here. How about a night out instead of the pool?” Gabriel asks, staring out the window at the rain drizzling along the paned glass.
It would feel good to get away for a bit. To let loose and not think about anything. I agree with a smile and head off to get ready.
A tiny black dress later, I meet Gabriel by the front door. We say goodbye to Faye and the small security detail staying at the house to watch Tennyson, and a black SUV whisks us to a small dance club downtown.
I have to hold onto Gabriel’s hand when we enter because the place is packed like a can of sardines. I never even knew there were this many people on this tiny island, but I believe they’re all here tonight.
We move together to the bar first, and Gabriel orders us both a drink. I take a sip of the sweet vodka and cranberry cocktail, eyeing the gyrating bodies on the dance floor.
“Want to dance?” Gabriel asks, holding his hand out.
I down my drink and then take his hand. He slices through the dancers like the knife he is and finds a spot for us. My hips sway to the beat, and I reach my hand out, connecting with Gabriel’s hard chest.
He’s staring at me like he never has before, and I inch closer, wrapping an arm around his neck, moving my hips against his body. It feels safe in this crowded place, like I’m a needle in a haystack.
It’s like I don’t even need to think about anything, just be.
Just be here with Gabriel.
His hand rests on my hip, gripping.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he whispers into my ear, sending tiny chills of excitement racing down my heated skin.
The beat of the bass is so loud against my ears I can barely think, but I don’t want to think tonight.
“So are you,” I say, brushing my body against his. We move together in an erotic spiral toward my downfall. It’s hot. It’s sensual. It’s everything it shouldn’t be.
Suddenly, Gabriel grabs my hand, dragging me off the dance floor and down a dim-lit hallway. He pushes open the ladies room door, and pulls out a wad of cash.
“Out,” he demands of the restroom attendant.
With wide eyes, she takes the cash and leaves. He closes the door behind her and locks it. He looks so good out of his normal high priced suits. His jeans fit him like they were made for him, and let’s be honest, they probably were. The black V-neck shirt he has on hugs his body, daring me not to notice the strength behind the soft material. I noticed.
He stares at me with a look in his eyes I’ve yet to see. He’s the predator and I’m the prey. He looks like he wants to pounce and I’m unsure if I should try to flee or let him maul me.
“Ruin me,” I say.
He unbuttons his jeans, slowly easing the zipper down, and slides them down his lean hips just enough to have his hard cock pop out. I can’t take my eyes off it.
“Get over here,” he demands. With no hesitation, I move to him, glancing between his dick and his eyes. In one swift movement, he removes his shirt and drops it on the travertine tiles in front of his feet. He points to it. “Get on your knees. I’m going to fuck your mouth and you’re going to take it all.”
The way he’s talking turns me on as much as the etched abs and the v showcasing his cock. I do exactly as he says, dropping onto the fabric. Before my mouth touches him, he grabs my hair, twisting it around his fist. I know in this moment I’m not in control of what happens. I lick the perfect tip and then slide his cock in my mouth. He groans.
“Ah, fuck,” he says.
Sucking, I move my mouth down the velvet skin of his shaft. His tight hold on my hair prevents me from being greedy and moving fast. He pumps his dick in my mouth, like I’ve imagined he’d do to my pussy.
“That’s right, take me down your throat. You like having your mouth wrapped around my cock, don’t you?” He pulls my hair to make me look at him. I moan in agreement, swirling my tongue against the head of his dick. “Fuck yes. Pull the top of your dress down so I can watch your tits bounce while I fuck your mouth.”
I take my hands off of his thighs and pull down my strapless dress, revealing my breasts. He groans in approval and it turns me on even more.
He starts fucking my mouth faster and I need to relax so I don’t gag when he constantly hits the back of my throat. He’s completely in control. The speed, how deep he’s going—even of me. He hasn’t let go of my hair, and I’m relishing the power he has over me. My pussy is dripping wet, and the idea of him fucking it the way he’s fucking my mouth is a need right now.
“I want to feel your teeth, Clementine. I need them to scrape against me,” he pants out.
I give him what he wants. He moans, and his thighs quiver beneath my hands.
His hips rock faster. “Play with my balls.”
I peek up at him and his eyes crash into mine as I cup his balls. He lets out a long hiss, and I taste the saltiness of the beginning of his release. I want it all. He rewards me a few short minutes later.
“Fuck,” he groans.
His hot release fills my mouth and I swallow every drop. He pulls himself from my mouth.
From my knees, I look up at him, licking my lips. “So good,” I say.
He still has a hold on my hair as he grins down at me. “This is only the beginning.”
My pussy clenches with hope that it might get the relief I so desperately need. He releases my hair and I stand, my aching breasts still exposed. I grab the top of my dress to pull it up, but he stops me. “Don’t.”
“Gabriel, we can't stay in here forever. It’s a public restroom,” I say.
“Well, then, we should hurry.” He grins, stroking himself. “Strip.”
“What?”
“Does that confuse you? Slide off your dress and remove your panties,” he says with no humor. “Now.”
I’ve never been this turned on in my life. The rough, deep sound of his voice, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard.
I slide my dress down, and it floats to the floor. My fingers slip into my
panties and I push them down my legs, stepping out of them. He stops me from removing my heels.
“Keep them on.” His eyes rake up and down my body, making me feel more exposed than I’ve ever felt. “Slowly, run your hands down your chest. Grab those perfect tits and massage them, then pinch those hard nipples.”
This isn’t something I’ve ever done before, touching myself in front of someone else. I can feel the wetness dripping down my legs. I need relief from this painful ache between my legs. It increases when I touch my breasts. I squeeze my thighs together, trying to alleviate some of the agony, but it doesn’t help at all when I pinch my nipples.
“You like it don’t you, Clementine, touching yourself for me? You wish it was me don’t you? You want me to fuck you. Make you feel things you’ve never felt before,” he says in a husky voice.
I lock eyes with him and speak the only truth between us, “Yes.”
He steps toward me, slow and calculated, watching me with an inferno in his eyes. It chars wherever it touches. “Tell me what you want,” he says.
There’s a huge difference from thinking the things I want and actually saying them out loud. I’m not sure I have the confidence to find my words. I swallow a few times, but nothing comes out.
Gabriel stops in front of me, his hard cock in his hand. “Tell me or I’ll fucking walk away right now.”
The fear of him walking away right now loosens my tongue. “I want you to fuck me.”
He lifts my chin with his fingers. “Say it again.”
“Fuck me,” I whisper, completely consumed by him.
He spins me around and pins me against the gray marble counter. Our eyes meet in the mirror that stretches from the ceiling to the top of the marble. His jeans hit the floor.
“Fuck, I really got this cunt wet,” he hisses, running his fingers through my shameless arousal. “I’ve wanted my dick inside you since you first moved in with me.”
My head drops back to his shoulder. It feels good, but I need so much more.
“Please,” I beg.
“Fuck, yes. Beg me, Clementine. Tell me from that dirty mouth what you want.”
I lift my head off his shoulder and find my confidence. “I want you to slam your cock into me and fuck me hard.”
His dick replaces his fingers, rubbing against my pussy. “It’s about time I fuck what belongs to me.”
He enters me with one quick stroke. “Oh God,” I shout.
He pulls back and then pounds into me. It’s fast and punishing.
“Your tight cunt feels so good wrapped around me.” He moans into my ear. “Look in the mirror, watch what I’m doing to you.”
I do and he watches me. It’s by far the most erotic thing I’ve ever experienced. The view of him fucking me in the mirror is something I will fantasize about for a lifetime.
I brace my hands against the countertop and push back against him. The feel of him deep inside me is overwhelming. His dirty words add to it all. It’s more than I can handle. I feel my body starting to burn.
“Gabriel, don’t stop.” His punishing pace doesn’t let up at all. He fucks me like he owns me, which I guess in a way he does.
“I feel your pussy tightening on me, don’t fucking hold back. I want to feel you come on me. I want to watch exactly what it looks like when I make you see stars.”
I try to fight it, I want it to last forever, but I can’t. I’m falling and there’s nothing I can do to stop it. He reaches down and rubs my clit. That’s all it takes. I explode around him.
“Fuck,” he mutters, and then his release follows mine.
A shudder racks his body, and as I try to catch my breath, I hang my head so I don’t see the lovestruck look in my eyes.
ELEVEN
Gabriel
* * *
I’M A GONER. Now that I’ve felt her, there’s no turning back. I don’t know what came over me on the dance floor, but I knew I had to have her. The moment I saw her tonight, decked out in the tiny black dress, I knew tonight would be the night I’d have her. Is it insane? Did I fuck everything up?
We were getting along so well since the whole debacle of this forced marriage transpired, and now I may have fucked it all up. A year is a long time to be with one person, and now I may have made Clementine hate me.
I glance over at her as she dresses. “I guess I should get you home.”
Her eyes meet mine in the reflection of the mirror, and she runs a finger over her lips, cleaning the slight smudge of her lipstick. “Oh, ok sure.”
I zip my jeans, trying not to make tonight more awkward. “Listen…” I pause. I’m not really sure what to say to her.
How do I tell the woman I’m about to marry and then divorce that I’d like to keep doing this more and more? That I want to see her naked on a regular basis? I can’t.
“I’m sorry,” I finally end up saying, trying my best to clear the air.
She waves her hand, brushing me off. “It’s fine. We don’t need to ever mention it again.”
“Sure thing.” Keep my hands to myself, got it.
I don’t know why that’s so hard to hear, but it is. Maybe a part of me felt we were beginning to feel something, but I guess that’s just not the case.
We head back into the club, only to make our way to the exit to head home.
The car ride back is a quiet one, and more than anything I want to hold onto her. Tell her everything will be ok. But I don’t. Instead, we head into the house once the car has dropped us off, and go our separate ways.
“I’m just going to shower before heading to bed,” she says, turning into the hallway bathroom.
I grab my cell phone from my pocket, placing a call to Dean to make sure everything is running smoothly back in Colorado. He tells me they’re making progress with Ronin, and I hang up with high hopes Ronin will be found and we can get to the bottom of this mess.
I don’t know if I should trust my brother, and knowing he went missing right after his meeting with Bishop doesn’t sit well with me. What happened during that meeting?
The next morning, the smell of something cooking awakens me from a deep sleep with dreams of an auburn-haired beauty dancing just for me. The sound of chatter and laughter leads all the way to the kitchen. When I get to the entrance, I stop. Clementine and Tennyson dance around the kitchen together, singing and laughing as they prepare pancakes.
Faye enters at the same time as me, giving Tennyson a high-five when he stops dancing.
“What’s on the agenda today?” I ask them.
“Beach,” Tennyson says.
“We went to the beach yesterday, Tenny,” Clementine says. “Don’t you want to see the island?”
“No, beach.” He folds his arms across his tiny chest and pouts.
“I can stay with him today if the two of you would like to explore,” Faye offers, pouring orange juice.
Clementine glances over at me. “I guess that would be ok?”
I move into the kitchen, wanting more than anything to wrap my arms around Clementine and give her a good morning kiss. Totally inappropriate with all the people in the kitchen, but it’s still something I can’t stop thinking about.
“We won’t be gone long,” I tell Faye as Clementine hands me a plate with two golden pancakes. “Who made these?” I ask Tennyson.
He giggles. “Me. I made them.”
The four of us sit down together to eat breakfast, and I can’t believe we’re sitting here, eating and laughing, as if I didn’t just fuck Clementine hours before. It’s like what happened at the club last night is long forgotten, and she’s focused on the future.
I won’t lie, it makes me fucking sad she could forget something so epic so easily. Personally, I won’t be forgetting the way she felt anytime soon.
In fact, it’s going to be something I hold onto long after this marriage has ended, and I’m a bitter old man.
“I figured we could go check out Henley Cay,” I say, staring at Clementine.
Sh
e smiles. “That sounds perfect.”
After breakfast is cleaned and put away, Clementine and I help get Tennyson ready for a fun day at the beach.
“Please call if you need anything,” Clementine says to Faye.
“Don’t worry. I know how to get ahold of you both if anything happens.” She smiles. “Now go have fun.”
“I almost feel guilty for leaving Tenny today,” Clementine says once we’re in the SUV.
“Don’t. He’ll have a blast with Faye.”
“Yeah. He really likes her.” Clementine scoots closer as our driver heads through the streets to the marina. The streets are narrow, packed with tall buildings and people. Most likely tourists shopping for special deals on all things tropical. But, being the weekend, there’s a certain vibe on the island today. Like everyone’s on holiday looking to have a good time.
Greenery stretches beyond the uneven streets, and just a bit further than that is the ocean. So big. So fucking blue.
The driver parks along the marina and there are white boats for as far as the eye can see. But, there is one boat that stands out amongst the rest.
“Don’t tell me that one is yours,” Clementine says, pointing out the window at the behemoth sailboat towering over all the others. It floats like Goliath, intimidating all the tiny boats in its path.
I smile with pride. “Yep, sure is.”
“Of course, it is. When’s the last time you were on it?”
She’s got me there. I haven’t been to this island in many years. Since before my grandfather got sick.
“I hate to admit, it’s been a long time.”
“I’m sure you’ve brought many women here in the past.” Her accusation stings a little, mainly because she’s so wrong. And she has no idea how wrong she is.
“I’ve never brought anyone here.”
“Really?”
I lean into her personal space a bit. “Yes, stop trying to paint me as a monster.”
She smiles. “I’m sorry. I guess I’m not a very good artist.”
I lean back, opening the door. “Ready?”
Clementine exits the car, glancing up with a smile toward the sun. “I am.”