International Guy: Volume 4

by Carlan, Audrey

  She didn’t turn me away. Not once, even though she repeatedly begged me to stop giving her orgasms. A request I straight-up ignored, making her sing as many times as I could. I’m pretty sure we hit a record last night.

  The phone starts to ring again, and this time, my sleepyhead beauty finally hears it. Sky opens one eye, and her golden-brown gaze meets mine. “Honey . . . why is someone blowing up our phones?” She lets her face fall back onto my bicep, where she nuzzles and then kisses me a few times.

  I lock my arm around her, lifting her limp body and dragging her on top of me. Her wet slit makes contact with my once-again hardening cock.

  She moans but also groans. “Honey, you broke my lady parts,” she says, playfully miffed, and yet . . . her hips start to move, picking up a scintillating rhythm. Up and down my cock, spreading the moisture that’s between us.

  I cup her ass cheeks and grind her back and forth, allowing her body to lazily move against me. It feels so good I don’t care that I’m not inside her.

  She continues to shift her weight, rubbing her clit along my cock. “God, honey, you feel like heaven . . . I just can’t stop!” She catches the opening of her cleft at the wide knob of my tip and gasps. I grip her ass more fully and grind hard.

  I help her rock her hips, dragging along my length, but especially making sure the tip grates along her sensitive bud over and over until her body moves faster and her breath picks up a laborious pace. “Park . . .” She sets her lips over mine, not exactly kissing, just letting them touch, sharing our breath as our bodies rock and roll. “Honey, you’re gonna make me come.”

  “Fuck, I hope so, or I’m going to look like a horny goddamned teenager when I come all over you.” I slam my lips over hers and delve my tongue deep. She sucks hard on the bit of flesh as her body arches and she loses her hold.

  Sky cries out, and her body tightens with her release. I grip her hips, keeping her body sliding up and down my cock, the tips of her breasts rubbing along my chest until I follow her over the edge.

  We both breathe against one another, enjoying the sated feeling of being together like this once more, this time during the light of day, until the damn phone starts ringing again. She lifts her head and looks at me with her dazzling, sex-hazed gaze. “That was, um . . . different.”

  “Different good?” I cock an eyebrow and wait for her thoughts.

  “Oh yeah, different good. Made me feel young again,” she teases, as if she’s old. The woman’s only twenty-five, but she is about to get another year older.

  “Well, since your birthday is next week, I’m glad I could be of service.” I smack her ass, and she howls, sliding off.

  “We need a serious shower . . . and, um, probably some new sheets.” She picks up the rumpled mess of our linens and makes a sour face as though what she’s touching is smelly as well as dirty.

  “First, we need to find out who the fuck is on our ass with these calls . . . ,” I growl, getting out of bed and storming over to the pile of discarded clothes.

  She giggles and stretches her sexy-as-fuck body along the mattress, her hands out above her head, her toes pointed toward the headboard. Jeez, we didn’t even sleep the right way. Just conked out where we dropped after that last bout of sex. Though I can’t say that shit wasn’t inspired.

  A shiver races down my spine with the memory of taking her up against the headboard and wall.

  “I thought I was the one who was on your tip . . . ,” she teases.

  I filter through our clothes and pick up the phone. It says “Mom and Dad” on the display. I point at my girl, still holding the phone. “Quiet, before I fuck you again.” Any mention of her and my tip will make “the beast” rise again.

  She grins and makes a motion of zipping her lips.

  Fucking cute.

  I hit the answer button and put the phone to my ear. “Yeah?” I growl into the phone, not wanting to talk to anyone right now, least of all my parents.

  “You’re getting married! It’s all over the news! Oh my God!” Ma screeches into the phone. I hold it away from me and toss the phone to Skyler, who heard the scream and is smiling like a loon.

  “Baby, it’s for you,” I say, before walking my naked, filthy ass to the bathroom for a much-needed piss and a shower.

  I turn around and see Skyler sitting up on her knees holding the phone to her ear, a big smile on her face. “Hi, Cathy, you got me, Sky,” I hear her say. “I know. He said yes. Isn’t it awesome! I can’t wait to be part of your family.”

  My family.

  Me. Skyler. Mom and Dad. Paul and Dennis. And the rest of our wild clan.

  Skyler Ellis. It has a nice ring to it. Now all I have to do is get her a ring and pop the question in reverse. And then it dawns on me. What Skyler did, she made public, which I think she did because she wanted everyone to know I was it for her. It was a beautiful statement not only to me, but to the rest of the world. Except Skyler is the kind of girl who craves belonging, and she wants to belong to me. To a family. Be a crucial part of something real and everlasting.

  I grin wide as the idea comes to me. I’ve got the perfect fucking place and plan for when and how to pop the question right back.

  Opening the shower door, I flip on the hot water while I do my business at the toilet, then step into the steamy shower.

  I’m going to need some reinforcements.

  “It’s all ready to go, man. Trust me. I got this on lock,” Bo says jovially in my ear as I pace the entryway of our house waiting for Skyler to finish getting ready and make an appearance.

  It’s been a week since we’ve been back from LA, and it’s my woman’s birthday. Everything needs to go smooth or I’ll lose it.

  “Today is the day, man; it has to be perfect. Make sure every single fucking person is there,” I warn.

  “You’ve got Nate and Rach, right?”

  I glance up and look at Nate, who’s standing on the porch, surveying the front of our house, waiting for us to exit and get in the car.

  Rachel is sitting on the bench in the entryway rebraiding a chunk of long platinum hair that’s part of her ponytail.

  “Yeah, they’re here. You got Ma and Pops? The Sterlings? Mick and Wendy. Annie. Kendra. Paul and Dennis. Baylee. Elliott. Geneva. Rick the Prick.”

  “Aw, man, that’s not right. Rick’s a cool cat.” Bo’s tone is chastising, but I don’t give a rat’s ass.

  “Bogey, the guy has seen Skyler naked, had his mouth and hands on her body, and pretends regularly that he’s in love with her,” I grate through clenched teeth.

  “Yeaaaah.” He drags out the word. “Good point. I’m sure you hate that shit.”

  “I’ve learned to live with it.” I let out a strangled breath, pushing any thoughts of my woman and her costar out of my head. No good thoughts come of that. “Still, he’s her friend. What about Sophie? She and Gabriel were cutting it close as I recall . . .”

  “Brother. Re-fucking-lax. You gave me the list. Annie made sure every flight was booked and arrived with plenty of time. Sophie is chatting up and charming the pants off Ms. Sterling and Roy’s sisters. All that we’re missing is you, the birthday girl, and He-Man and She-Ra.”

  I chuckle. “Don’t let Nate hear you say that or you might be in some trouble.”

  Bo lets out a hiss. “He’s not the one I’m afraid of. That chick could make Wonder Woman shake in her red boots, and she’s got a Lasso of Truth that I imagine hurts like hell when Superman takes a lashing.”

  I shake my head and press my fingers into my temples. Leave it to Bo to bring sex and superheroes into regular, everyday conversation.

  “You’re trying my patience. Is the food ready?”

  “Yep. Cook’s got the roast for the pulled pork cooking low and slow, all the fixings, that special potato salad that Sky loves, and everything. We’ve even got champagne chilling for the toasts. Just get your asses here already. Got shit to do,” he clips, before hanging up abruptly.

  I drop the phone
to my side and keep up my pacing.

  “Park, you’re making me dizzy, and you’re wearing a circle in the rug,” Rachel says. “It’s all going to go perfectly. Stop worrying.”

  “It’s an important moment. I want it to be just right. For her.”

  Rachel smiles a wide grin, her ice-blue eyes sparkling. She stands up and puts her hand to my forearm and gives it a squeeze. “It’s not like you don’t already know the answer. Remember that. You’re wearing her ring already. Take it easy, or you’re going to ruin the surprise.”

  I nod and place my hand in my pocket, making sure that the ring is still there. Yep.

  I hear a noise from the other room, and then my girl is here, pretty as a picture.

  Skyler spins in a circle, showing off her tanned, long legs. The outfit she’s wearing is a black chiffon bohemian minidress that’s tied at the waist, but the front is a wide V straight down past her boobs. If she weren’t wearing an electric-blue lace bralette-type job, her tits would be falling out of the thing. The blue of the lacy bra matches the teal and aqua flowers running down the front of the dress. The fabric hits midthigh and is flowy and flirty. On her feet are a pair of coral wedges that zip up the front.

  “You’re enchanting. What’s this look? Rocker chick?” I tease, and flirt with the edges of her short dress even though my heart is pumping a wild beat in my chest and I’d like nothing more than to ravage her where she stands.

  She wiggles her body away from me. “I call it boho chic. Do you like it?” She looks up, and her gaze meets mine. Those beautiful brown eyes swirl and sparkle with pure joy. Her golden hair is in beachy waves, parted down the center, except she has something bright clipped in the mess of waves.

  I lift my hand and reach for the colorful item and find it’s a series of multicolored feathers. My Sky, always a bird in flight, but she always comes back home, back to me.

  “You are gorgeous. Now let me take my best girl out for dinner on her birthday.”

  She skip hops to the door. Rachel holds out a tan purse that has a leather fringe dangling off the base.

  “Thanks, Rach. I always forget my purse.”

  Rachel grins. “Job security, babe. You’d forget your head if I weren’t there to remind you to take it with you when you left somewhere.”

  Skyler winks. “Too true.”

  I open the door for the ladies and let them through before setting the alarm and locking the door. Nate is already at the SUV holding the back door open for Sky and me.

  After we get in, we’re off.

  It doesn’t take long for us to make it to Lucky’s on a late Sunday afternoon. When we roll up, Sky turns to look out the window, her nose scrunched up.

  “You’re taking me to Lucky’s?” A hint of sarcasm in her tone. “We go there all the time.” She pouts. “I figured we’d go somewhere new, maybe a place we haven’t been a bazillion times?”

  I run my fingers through her hair and cup her nape. “Just a happy-birthday drink with the folks. Now that Pops is in better spirits, they wanted to wish you a happy birthday too.”

  She grins wide. “Well, why didn’t you say so? Come on, let’s not keep them waiting.” She opens the door, and Rachel is right there, ready for anything.

  Nate walks around the back of the SUV before I can maneuver out. Even though the paps aren’t staking out the place every second, I’m a little surprised to not see any creeping out of the bushes since they must know it’s her birthday.

  Not wanting to push our good fortune, I rush forward to the front door and pull it open for Skyler. The second she walks in everyone in our private party screams, “Surprise!”

  Skyler stops in her tracks and puts her hands up to her face, covering her mouth. She spins on her high shoes and loses her balance but I’m right there to catch her.

  “You did this? A surprise party? For me?”

  I tip my head down and look at her teary eyes. Not at all what I expected for a happy occasion. “Baby, what’s the matter?”

  She sucks her bottom lip between her teeth as another couple of tears slip down her pretty cheeks. I hook her around the neck and bring her face into my chest. She cries there silently, and I let her as our friends look on, concerned.

  “Sky, what’s wrong?”

  She presses her nose into my chest harder and moves her head back and forth before eventually pulling it out. I keep her tucked close but far enough away I can look into her eyes.

  “I haven’t had a birthday party since I was five and my parents were alive. We never had the time when I was working, and I didn’t have any real friends, and then they were . . . you know . . . gone.”

  “Are you uncomfortable?” I whisper. “I’ll turn us both around and tell them I’m not feeling well, and we’ll get the hell out and have a private date, just you and me.”

  She shakes her head and pats my chest. “No, I’m okay. Happy. Really happy. Just taken aback by all the love.”

  I grin wide and loop my hand around her waist, turning her toward everyone. “My girl just got a little choked up at how amazing you all are for coming. Now who in this place can hook us up with a drink? Get that music going; it’s time to celebrate!”

  Our friends and family clap and cheer while Baylee hits the remote for the jukebox to start playing. The first song up is Maroon 5’s “Girls Like You.”

  I grab Skyler’s hand and push her out, twist her around and back against my chest, before dipping her in front of everyone and giving her a sloppy kiss.

  She kisses me through her laughter but enjoys it nonetheless. I swing her back up, and she’s grinning wildly.

  “Love you, honey.”

  I nuzzle her nose and kiss it. “Love you more, Peaches.” I run my hand down to her ass and give it a playful smack. “Go say hi to our friends and family.”

  She hops out of my arms and claps, then screeches when she sees Wendy and Mick across the room. “Oh my God, I can’t believe you’re here! You’re supposed to be on your honeymoon!”

  Wendy opens her arms and runs toward Sky. “Can’t miss my best friend’s surprise birthday party. Parker got ahold of Mick, and he fired up the jet. Said we needed to make a pit stop in our travels for a couple of days, and here we are!”

  “I’m so happy you’re here.” Skyler looks around at everyone, awe filling her expression. “I’m so happy you all are here. This is the best birthday ever!”

  Knew with my girl simple was better. I just hope the next surprise is just as exciting, but I’ll hold out for a bit to let her get loose, have some fun, eat, and hang out with our friends.

  While Skyler greets everyone, I see a pair of chocolate-brown eyes I adore waiting for me across the bar. I make my way over to Sophie and Gabriel. I hold my arms out, and she comes into them easily. Her sugar-and-spice scent fills my nose, and I breathe it in.

  “SoSo,” I say softly. “Glad you’re here. I missed you.”

  She hugs me tight, eases back, and double kisses my cheeks. “You are quite dashing this evening, mon cher. Love looks good on you.” She smiles sweetly and cups my cheek.

  I smile and take in her long, dark hair, familiar face, and rosy cheeks. “As it does on you, my sweet.”

  Sophie hums and turns toward her fiancé, who’s standing a few feet behind us, watchful yet respectful, as I have come to expect from him.

  “Must have something to do with your fella.” I keep one hand locked around my friend as I hold out my other hand to Gabriel. “Gabe, always a pleasure.”

  He takes my hand and shakes it. “Any occasion we can spend with Sophie’s extended family is a good one.”

  Extended family.

  I look around the room and realize, yes, we are an extended, big family, one that has come together over time and circumstance, but our bonds are solid, unbreakable. We’ve chosen to be together, and I believe we’re better as a group than any one person apart.

  “Congratulations on securing our girl here.” I jiggle Sophie in my arms a little for emphasi
s.

  Sophie pats my chest playfully.

  “The same for you, I hear. It’s all over France.” Gabriel lifts his chin, clearly proud that he’s following American celebrity gossip. After our dinner together in Paris, Sophie introduced Gabe to American blockbuster movies. He felt a little embarrassed he hadn’t heard of Skyler, so they now subscribe to several American celebrity rags and read through the bits about Skyler and me. And Sophie is constantly calling to verify whether or not something is true. It seems she hasn’t exactly picked up on the fact that most of what she reads is bullshit. Since I like hearing from her, I play along.

  Eventually I take my leave of Sophie and Gabe while they chat it up with Bo. I catch Baylee at her usual station.

  “Hey, Baylee, shouldn’t you be enjoying the party, not behind the bar working? You do that most days, right?”

  Baylee licks her lips and nods. She’s a very beautiful woman with wide sky-blue eyes and incredible waves of honey-brown-colored hair that are hanging down to her lower back. I usually don’t see her hair down, and it’s a damn shame. It’s gorgeous.

  I glance down her body and note she’s back to wearing the simple jeans and shapeless male Lucky’s T-shirt. “You know, we can swing for some Lucky’s shirts in a female cut if you’d like.”

  She glances behind me, her gaze going to where Bo and Sophie are before she looks away again. “Let me, uh, get you a drink. Gin and tonic?”

  “That would be great. Thanks.”

  She nods and goes to get the gin, but the bottle is superhigh, which has her reaching her long body up to get the bottle. I’m about to look away when I notice something weird about her jeans. At the front they’re unclasped but still held together with a rubber band looped through the hole and around the button as if it’s to give her an extra inch or two at the waist.

  Weird.

  Baylee gets the drink made and passes it to me alongside a glass of champagne for the birthday girl.

  “What about you?” I gesture to the glasses.