Guilty Pleasures

by Deborah Fletcher Mello

  Her feminine odor scented the room, and he inhaled her, his body quivering intensely. Like a bee to nectar, he slipped his hands between her legs, his fingers sliding into the sopping wetness that marked her raging desire. The gesture was rewarded with a moan of pleasure that rang like the sweetest music to his ears. Unable to contain himself any longer, Alexander slid every inch of his maleness back into her. She moaned as his mouth pressed hot against her neck, nibbling and biting at her flesh.

  Everything about the two of them together was perfection. Sarai felt amazing wrapped around his hungry cock, her warm, velvet lining milking him as she clenched and tightened her muscles, every sinewy fiber pulsing with a vengeance. As he wrapped his hands around the small of her back, anchoring himself against her, he plowed his body harder and harder into hers, his organ driving into her like a piston that had lost control. He fell into a steady rhythm, bringing them both to an even higher state of excitement. She moaned with pleasure, his ministrations awakening every nerve ending in her body.

  Alexander dipped his head and latched his mouth around one of her nipples. He swirled his tongue over the cone of her breast and then moved to the other, back and forth. Sarai’s passion peaked as she clutched the sheets beneath them, entangling the fabric between her fingers. Her tight cunt squeezed his cock as he pumped in and out of her channel. She was hot and moist, her inner lining massaging him intensely.

  His own muscles tingled, his cock desperate to shoot. He pumped faster and faster, in and out. They both moaned and grunted as their climax neared, and then he suddenly let go, riding the waves of pleasure that coursed through him like a volcano. He groaned, the deep vibrato rising from someplace low in his center. As he came for the second time, shivers of sheer pleasure pulsed from Sarai’s feminine core and she screamed his name, clutching at him hungrily. Her body went rigid, and she cried out, her soft voice piercing.

  The couple thrashed about until their excitement ebbed. Spent, the two lay side by side, dropping readily into their love for each other. The whole experience felt surreal. As he continued to caress her, they both fell into a wonderful sense of peace and contentment, neither concerned that it might not last.

  Chapter Fifteen

  Alexander was startled out of a deep sleep. Beside him Sarai was curled in a fetal position, her back and buttocks pressed against his side. Turning slightly, he eyed the alarm clock on the nightstand. It had been a good two hours since they’d fallen into his bed, loving each other as if they needed to make up for lost time. He cupped his palm between his legs, lightly stroking the tender appendage that pulsed from the sweet memory.

  Something suddenly drew his attention, and he lifted his torso slightly. He listened intently, noise coming from outside his bedroom door, and then it hit him. Zachary and Gamon had returned. A wave of anxiety pinched him hard in his side.

  Leaning his face against hers, he pressed his index finger to her lips as he whispered softly into her ear. “Shhhh! Sarai, wake up, baby! Your father is here.”

  Sarai’s eyes shot open, flickering back and forth. Alexander could actually feel her heart start to race, her naked body shaking as if she were cold. The two exchanged a look as Alexander drew his finger to his own lips, blowing out the softest breath. “Shhhh!”

  Outside the door they heard his brother calling his name, both tensing, knowing that it wasn’t locked. Alexander threw back the cotton sheet that had covered his long legs. Rising from the bed, he grabbed a pair of shorts and stepped quickly into them. Sarai had sat upright, drawing the bedclothes up to her chin. Her eyes were wide and glossy, fear painting her expression.

  “It’s going to be okay,” he whispered, hoping to assure her.

  She nodded, but her expression wasn’t relieved, Sarai still looking as if her whole world were about to fall apart. The look suddenly held his heart in a vise grip. He turned and exited the room.

  Just as he stepped into the hall, Zachary rushed him. Concern washed over his brother’s face, his eyes widened. He carried Sarai’s gym bag, slamming it into Alexander’s chest. He hissed between clenched teeth. “Gamon’s in the kitchen!”

  With a nod Alexander tossed the bag into the room behind him and quickly closed the door. Both he and Zachary could hear the patter of Sarai’s feet as she jumped from the bed and crossed the room.

  The brothers moved together into the living space, Alexander following on Zachary’s heels. His twin feigned a casual conversation, trying to make light of the moment. Alexander asked about Zachary’s day.

  “How did everything go?” he questioned. “Did you two have a good flight?”

  Amusement shimmered in Zachary’s gray eyes. “It was a good day but I’m sure it wasn’t nearly as good as your day,” he said mockingly.

  Gamon had moved from the kitchen to the patio, taking a seat at the glass-topped table beside the pool. As both men stepped outside to join him, Alexander’s eyes immediately went to his swim trunks floating on top of the water and the floral dress abandoned on the concrete walkway.

  Zachary noticed both items as well, shooting him a look. His head waved, amusement dancing in his eyes.

  “Mr. Montri, hello,” Alexander chimed, ignoring the look his brother was giving him. He stepped directly in front of the man, hoping to block his view.

  Gamon nodded his head in greeting. He refocused his attention on the plate of food he’d been enjoying. Zachary had reached down to snatch the floral fabric from where it rested. He tossed the garment into a basket of towels that rested in the corner and made a joke about finding a new cleaning crew.

  Alexander tried to make conversation. “Sarai arranged for the food,” Alexander said. “She thought you two would be hungry when you got back.”

  “And where is my daughter?” Gamon suddenly asked. His eyes locked with Alexander’s as he bit into a forkful of baked fish.

  “You didn’t see her down in the office?” Zachary interjected. “I saw her car parked down there.”

  The older man shook his head. “I didn’t go to the office.”

  Alexander nodded. “When she dropped me off she said she was headed to the cafeteria. Then I fell asleep,” he said, the partial truth not a full lie.

  Gamon lowered his stare back to his plate.

  Alexander turned abruptly. “I think I’ll go get something to eat, too,” he said.

  “Sounds like a good idea,” Zachary said as he followed on his twin’s heels.

  When the two men were in the other room, Zachary whispered, “You two are so busted!” He laughed heartily. “Busted!”

  “Shut up!” Alexander whispered back. “Why didn’t you just take him home?”

  “He didn’t want to go home!”

  Shaking his head, Alexander looked down the hallway toward the closed bedroom door. He suddenly imagined Gamon finding his only girl child naked in his bed, the subsequent fallout a drama-filled, made-for-TV special. Despite wanting them to be open with her father about their relationship, he didn’t want the news to be a Jerry Springer moment.

  Both men were suddenly surprised to hear Sarai’s voice, the young woman in conversation with her father. They were speaking Thai, and both seemed to be in a good mood. Zachary looked at him, his own expression even more curious. The two grabbed their plates and headed back outside.

  Sarai was standing by her father’s side, one hand on her hip. Their conversation was animated but there were smiles on both their faces. Sarai had changed back into the blouse and khaki pants that she’d had on earlier in the day. She’d pulled her thick tresses up into a casual bun. No one would have guessed that she’d been buck naked in his bed just minutes earlier.

  She greeted the two of them with a wide smile across her face. “Hi, guys!”

  Alexander grinned back.

  “Where’d you come from?” Zachary questioned teasingly.

  She pointed toward the gate that led to the rear of the property. “One of the new students had an issue with her door over at the cottages. We
were just trying to get that resolved.”

  “It could have waited until tomorrow. I would have taken care of it,” Gamon interjected.

  She drew her hand across her father’s narrow shoulders. “I know, Father. I just wanted to make sure she felt safe,” Sarai said, fueling her own little white fib with an element of truth.

  “Thanks for looking out,” Zachary said. He gestured with his plate. “The food is really good too!”

  “Just returning the favor,” she said smugly. She moved to an empty chair and took a seat.

  The rest of their conversation was easy. Alexander’s enthusiasm was contagious as he shared the day’s experience. Zachary was excited as well to fill them in on his decision to add additional housing to the property. The architect that he’d used before was based in Bangkok, and their meeting earlier that afternoon had gone better than he’d anticipated.

  “Do you have the space to build?” Alexander asked.

  His brother nodded. “I own almost five acres of land that borders this back lot. We’re growing so fast and we have so many people trying to come and train with us that I really need to increase the housing.”

  Even Gamon had more to say, commenting periodically. He spoke more in that next hour than Alexander had ever heard him speak his entire time in Thailand. His conversation centered on the Bangkok site where the UFC battle would take place and the training facilities close by that were excited for an opportunity to have Zachary grace them with his presence, sure to boost their reputation.

  “So did you select a gym?” Alexander asked.

  His brother nodded. “I’ll go back to Master Todd’s,” he said. “The owner is a friend of mine.”

  Gamon shook his head, not agreeing with the man’s decision. There was a brief exchange between them that was short and curt, but Zachary seemed to have made up his mind, and Gamon let it go.

  “What am I missing?” Alexander asked, looking from one to the other.

  Zachary shrugged. “Gamon doesn’t like Master Todd. The last time I trained there the two exchanged words about the people Todd allows in his gym. Gamon is worried that he associates with an unsavory element.”

  “Should you be worried?” Alexander questioned.

  Zachary shrugged. “I’ll be renting the entire gym this time. No one will get in that we don’t let in.”

  When father and daughter rose to leave, Gamon pointed toward the pool. “Which one of you lost something?” he asked, pointing toward the floating boxers. His gaze skated between the two brothers, finally resting on Alexander’s face. The energy that danced in the man’s eyes was taunting, taking on a life of its own.

  Alexander blushed, color rushing to tint his cheeks a deep shade of vibrant red.

  Sarai interjected, saying something in Thai and Gamon responding in kind. The exchange made Zachary bust out laughing.

  Alexander eyed them all anxiously. “What?” Alexander asked, looking from one to the other.

  Gamon gave him a look. “You blush like a girl! Makes you look guilty!” he repeated in English. “Instead of worrying about your pants, they need to be asking about the woman in your bedroom and that dress over there that she probably needs!”

  As Zachary slapped him against his back, Alexander locked eyes with Sarai, her small hand clasped over her mouth to stifle her gasp. Another wave of embarrassment flooded his face, and there was nothing at all that he could say.

  * * *

  The clock chimed midnight, and the two brothers were still laughing together. Alexander had called to check on Sarai after she and her father had gone home. She too had been amused by her father’s assumptions. Alexander knew that one day he’d look back and find the whole situation as hilariously funny as Zachary and Sarai did, but it wasn’t happening that day.

  “So, now Gamon thinks I’m a womanizer. He’s never going to accept me being in a relationship with his daughter!”

  “Don’t be such a drama queen. It’s not that bad,” Zachary laughed.

  Alexander gave his brother an evil eye. He pouted profusely, finding nothing at all humorous in his situation.

  “Don’t look at me like that! I didn’t have anything to do with your mess!”

  Alexander sighed. “So what do you suggest that I do now? How do I make this right?”

  Zachary responded almost immediately. “Just get a good night’s rest. I’ll take care of everything.”

  * * *

  The next morning Zachary had absolutely nothing to say about his brother’s personal problems. He had thrown himself back into training, winning his upcoming fight the only thing on his mind.

  Gamon had gone back to ignoring him, having nothing at all to say to him. Despite his best efforts, nothing Alexander did or said seemed to move the man. It went from bad to worse when he discovered that Sarai had disappeared to places unknown, no one telling him anything. And she had disappeared, leaving Thailand without a word of good-bye.

  He’d been blowing up her cell phone, trying to reach her. His calls continually went to voice mail, and there was no return call. Nothing. Radio silence. He didn’t know whether to be worried or angry. His emotions wafted from one to the other, most especially when Zachary and her father didn’t seem to have an ounce of concern at all.

  Alexander was throwing punches at a sand-filled sack, his frustrations vibrating with each pounding smack. He could see his brother on the other side of the property, sparring inside a fight ring with one of his trainers. Gamon stood at the cage entrance watching. The open-air space overflowed with spectators.

  UFC fight executives, corporate sponsor representatives, and sports writers from all around the world had besieged the property, everyone trying to get a small piece of his brother’s time. Alexander had taken to running interference whenever it was necessary to give his twin a little peace of mind. When one of the young staff members called his name, gesturing for his attention, he figured it was only to have him point a potential problem away from Zachary toward another direction.

  “You have . . . phone . . . call,” the young man said, his English stammering.

  Confusion washed over Alexander’s face.

  The kid pointed toward the main building. “You . . . have . . . phone . . . call,” he repeated, enunciating each word slowly.

  Alexander nodded, pulling at the wraps that covered his hands. As he jogged across the courtyard, he couldn’t begin to know who was trying to reach him that wouldn’t just call him on his cell phone. The man at the front desk pointed him to an old-fashioned rotary phone that rested on a wooden desk. He pulled the receiver to his ear.

  “Hello?”

  “Alex?”

  Alexander tossed a look over his shoulder before he spoke. The desk clerk was lost in conversation with another staff member. “Sarai, is that you?”

  “Alexander, hello! How are you?”

  “Baby, I’m good! Where are you?”

  “I’m in Hong Kong.”

  “Hong Kong? What are you doing there?”

  “I had a photo shoot for the Miss Universe organization. I’d completely forgotten about it. I didn’t have time to tell you before I had to leave but I had asked my father to tell you that we would speak when I returned.”

  “I didn’t get that message, baby! I’ve been pulling my hair out trying to figure out what happened to you.”

  “I’m so sorry! I actually forgot my phone. I’m sure it’s still sitting on my father’s kitchen table. I didn’t realize I’d left it until I got to the airport and I went to text you.”

  Sarai didn’t bother to add that she’d been distracted by her father and his rants about Alexander’s character. They had argued most of the night and she still didn’t understand why Gamon was against her relationship with Alexander or what had occurred in the past that had him hating Alexander’s father.

  “When will you be back?”

  “We finish up tomorrow. I’ll fly out right after. I get in late so I probably won’t see you until Friday morni
ng.”

  Alexander tossed another look over his shoulder. The two men were still lost in their own conversation, paying him no mind. “I miss you, Sarai.”

  “I miss you too and I wanted to hear your voice.”

  “You really need to stop leaving me the way you do.” There was a hint of attitude in his tone, the wealth of it edged in humor.

  “I didn’t leave you! And I promise I’m coming back soon.”

  Alexander felt himself grinning foolishly. “I love you, Sarai,” he said, his voice dropping two octaves.

  He sensed her smiling on the other end.

  “I love you, too, Alexander!”

  * * *

  Sarai passed the cell phone she’d borrowed back to its owner. The former Miss Indonesia, Leah Surya, gave her a bright smile as she dropped the device back into her purse.

  “Thank you so much,” Sarai said. “I can’t believe I forgot my phone!”

  “You’re very welcome! I’m so excited for you. Your new beau sounds like quite the catch.”

  “He’s incredible!”

  “And he’s cute,” Miss Jamaica, Jeannette Ferrell, interjected. “I’ve been following his career since he was playing college basketball.”

  Sarai smiled at her friend. “Down, girl!”

  Miss Jamaica laughed. “Is his twin brother married?”

  “How did you know he had a twin brother?” Sarai asked.

  “I told you I’ve been following him. And his brother!” Miss Jamaica pulled up her Facebook page on her iPhone. She slid her finger across the screen, pulling up the page for Champs and then for Revolution, the two gyms both recently updated with images of the brothers together.

  Miss Indonesia grinned as she leaned to stare at the iPhone screen. “They are cute! I’ve never dated black men before. What’s that like?”

  Sarai shook her head. It had been a few months since she’d last seen the two women who had made her pageant years a fun experience. The bond between the three had been about their mutual interests in those things unrelated to their pageant lives. All three had a passion for health and exercise and all three had been determined to build futures that revolved around their own needs and wants and not the expectations of their families.