by Claire Adams
“So, now what?” I asked Gretchen, only partially teasing.
“Now we get a drink, and then I guess I introduce you to some people,” she said, smiling up at me. “Come on.”
We grabbed drinks, and then Gretchen steered me over toward the group. I vaguely recognized her friend Mina from before, at the massage parlor. “Hey everyone,” Gretchen said, greeting them all with a wave and a smile.
The group paused whatever it was that they were talking about and stared over at me. “Who's this?” one of the guys finally asked.
Mina laughed. “It's Christian Wall, the real estate exec,” she said. “Duh.”
One of the guys raised an eyebrow, looking at Gretchen. “You know these luaus are mostly for the locals to get together and see each other,” he said, a disapproving note to his voice.
“I know that,” Gretchen said, tossing her hair a little. “But Christian and I have been hanging out a bit while he's here in Hawaii, and I'm trying to show him the real Hawaii, the places that the tourists don't normally see. Do you have a problem with that?”
“Wouldn't he have more fun at the clubs?” someone else muttered under their breath.
I winced and held up my hands. “Look, if you guys don't want me here, I can leave,” I said. “I didn't mean to intrude or anything like that.”
“Come on,” Mina said, stepping into the middle of the circle. “We don't own the beach. And we get other tourists over here all the time. If he wants to have some fun and chill out with us, we can't just kick him out.”
There were mixed looks from the group, but finally, the first guy who had spoken sighed. “All right,” he said, putting his hands up. “But if you pull anything douchey…”
“Definitely not what I plan to do,” I said tightly.
“So, how long are you here in Hawaii for?” one of the guys, Rob, asked me.
I shrugged. “I'll probably head back to New York after the New Year,” I said, glancing over at Gretchen to see her reaction. But her smile didn't falter. She was proving to be a tough one to crack. I still didn't know what had happened after we had sex or why she'd still come back to find me a couple of days later, but I was starting to wonder just what the deal was.
I liked it though. It kept me on my toes.
“That's a nice little vacation,” Vicky said.
I laughed. “It's been a very nice little vacation,” I agreed. “In fact, I almost wish that I never had to leave. The pace of life is so different here, compared to New York. It's so much calmer. I'm enjoying it.” I tightened my arm around Gretchen's shoulder. “And I've been enjoying this one's company, as well. Not just in the massage parlor; she took me out to some waterfalls the other day too. It was incredible.”
There were smiles all around at that one. “I'm glad you're getting out and seeing different places,” Mina said. “We are very lucky to live in such a beautiful place.”
“Amen,” was the chorus all around.
Later that evening, after the food had been eaten and I had drunk my way to a pleasant buzz, I sat with Gretchen down on the beach, staring out over the waves. “It is pretty here,” I said quietly, almost reverently.
“It is,” Gretchen agreed. “And I know we don't get more tourists over to this area because it's a little bit of a drive from the hotels and everything else. But honestly, I think these beaches are nicer than some of the other beaches in the area. I love them, but I'm sure it's partly also that there's just so many good memories tied to these beaches.” She glanced back over her shoulder. “I didn't go to luaus for most of the year, and when I finally came back, it's like coming back to family. I know everyone, and they know me, and they just all wanted to know how I was doing and everything.”
“It's a good vibe,” I agreed, glancing back as well.
“Sorry they were a bit rude to you to start with,” Gretchen said, grimacing a little. “They're not usually like that. I think it's just partly jealousy and partly, I don't know. But they warmed up to you after a bit.”
“Yeah,” I agreed. “I wasn't too worried either way.”
“Hey, Gretchen,” someone said, walking up to us.
I could see the way that Gretchen stiffened and then forced herself to relax. “Hey Lino,” she said, frowning up at him. “How are you?”
“Good. You?”
“I'm fine,” Gretchen said, her tone a bit cool.
“It's good to see you out at another luau,” the guy said. “Did Mina drag you out, the little rascal?”
Gretchen laughed at that. “No,” she said, her voice warming a little as she spoke about her friend. “No, I decided I wanted to come here on my own. I'm trying to show Christian a little of the local culture and everything while he's here.”
“That's good,” Lino said.
Gretchen yawned. “Anyway. We were just going to take a little stroll down the beach and then call it a night,” she said, pushing herself up to her feet and then reaching around to give me a hand up. “But it was nice seeing you. I'm sure I'll see you for the New Year's luau too.”
“Oh, definitely,” Lino agreed, pulling her into a quick hug and kissing her cheek. I felt my hackles rise, but I wasn't about to act like the jealous boyfriend, not when I didn't know where Gretchen and I stood at the moment and not when I didn't even know who this guy was or what he was to her.
Still, it was good to drop an arm around her shoulders and steer her away from the crowds and down the beach.
“Sorry about that,” Gretchen said, grimacing.
“No problem,” I said easily. “Who is this Lino, though?”
“He's just an ex,” she said, shrugging a little. “We broke up a while ago, don't worry. I don't know why you would worry either way, but whatever Lino and I once had, it's done now.”
“Oh,” I said. I frowned. “To tell you the truth, I've never really dated anyone,” I confessed.
Gretchen laughed. “Never?” she asked. “It's just been one-night stand after one-night stand?”
“Something like that,” I admitted.
“You do a pretty good job of taking a girl out on a date,” Gretchen told me warmly.
I laughed and shook my head. “I'm still smarting from that first date,” I told her. “I did not do a very good job with that one.”
“Okay, maybe not,” Gretchen said. “But it's cute watching you flounder a little.”
I laughed, wondering if I should feel defensive. But she hadn't said it meanly, so I supposed I'd let it slide.
We continued to stroll down the beach, moving further and further away from the crowd that was still left at the luau. “God, it's so peaceful out here,” I said, shaking my head a little. “Seriously. It almost feels like we have the whole world to ourselves.”
“It does,” Gretchen agreed, sliding a little closer to my side.
“I'm really happy that I've met you,” I told her, suddenly drawing us to a halt, looking seriously down into her warm eyes. “You've made my time here in Hawaii into something special.”
“I'm glad I could help,” Gretchen said, smiling shyly.
I bent down to kiss her, sliding my lips softly against hers. I could turn this into something filthy, but I found myself wanting to take my time, to get her riled up. I went slow, carefully increasing the pressure and finally sliding my tongue alongside hers. She moaned into the kiss as I altered the angle slightly, and I pulled her closer into my arms, holding her body close to mine.
“Fuck,” I said, long and low as we pulled apart. I didn't release my hold of her waist, and I kept my forehead pressed against hers.
“We could,” Gretchen suggested, the words barely a whisper.
I blinked at her, wondering if she was suggesting what I thought she was suggesting. I glanced back toward the luau and saw that we had come far enough away that we were alone on the beach. We really could have sex there, if we wanted to.
Still, I couldn't help remembering the debacle at the end of the last time. “Are you going to tell me I ca
n never see you again if we have sex?” I asked, trying to keep my tone light.
Gretchen groaned. “I'm still so sorry about that,” she said. “I don't know what came over me. I mean, I do, but-”
I silenced her with another kiss, this one more passionate than the last, filled with intent. I hoped she wasn't about to change her mind because I was already rapidly hardening in my shorts even just thinking about it.
I wasn't sure what kind of spell she had over me, but sex with her had me feeling almost like a teenager again. It felt like if she so much as got a hand on me, I would come like a fountain. Of course, I wasn't about to let that happen.
“Fuck me,” Gretchen murmured against my lips. When she pulled back, there was a devilish, crooked smirk on her face. “Fuck me, right here, Christian Wall. Prove to me how much you like Hawaii.”
I couldn't help laughing at that, but the lust in her eyes and the matching dark desire in her voice lent a gravity to the situation that I couldn't ignore. I shook my head and moved my fingers toward my shirt, pulling it off over my head. “Lie back and get comfortable, then, babe,” I told her.
Chapter Twenty
Gretchen
I didn't have that much to drink at the luau, and I wasn't drunk, but something about seeing Christian there with my friends, and looking so sexy in the firelight, had gotten me hot over the course of the night. And there was something in me that wanted to be bold, to be more spontaneous, to be more like the person that Mina kept urging me to be. Where was the harm in letting Christian claim me here on the beach? It was a special night.
Or maybe this was just to spite Lino, whom I still couldn't believe had had the balls to come up and talk to me when Christian and I were off on our own. I had toyed with the idea of telling Christian why Lino and I had broken up because I had an idea Christian would think differently about the guy if he knew.
But I didn't want to start something. Whatever I'd had with Lino, it was over now.
I moaned as Christian stroked his fingers up my bare skin, kissing along my jawline and nibbling at my earlobe, making heat flare in my groin. There was something about being out there, beneath the open sky, that had me so incredibly turned on. Something about the way he had managed to charm all my friends by the end of the night. Something about the fact that he seemed to fit so naturally into my life.
I was in definite danger of getting attached to him, in ways that I knew Mina would frown about. But for now, I pushed those thoughts aside and focused on just being there.
Christian nudged my legs further apart and began to slide his hips back and forth, his hard length dragging against my velvety folds, making me arch with desire there against the sand. I caught his hand in mine, tangling our fingers together, giving me something to anchor myself against what I could already tell was going to be one of the biggest orgasms that I'd ever had. It was already building inside of me, already so close to consuming me.
He bent down and captured my lips in a passionate kiss, his lips searing against mine. His tongue, when it entered my mouth, was more heated than the fire at the luau, prompting little mewls from me as he licked along all my sensitive spots, sucking at my lower lips and nibbling gentle sparks of flame there as well.
Then, he moved down, sucking a mark into the side of my neck, one that I knew, distantly, would be visible when I went to work, but I couldn't find it in me to care, in the heat of the moment. Instead, that little bit of pain, there amongst all this pleasure, was enough to push me spiraling toward new heights, and he hadn't even entered me yet.
His mouth slipped lower, his teeth grazing across my pert nipples, tongue lapping at the buds and making me wild with desire.
“Christian,” I whimpered, unable to take it any longer. I wondered if he was doing this on purpose, this teasing. But there was my answer, in the smirk that he turned toward me.
“Patience,” he chided.
I practically sobbed at that. “Please,” I whined.
He didn't reply to that one, continuing instead to move maddeningly slowly down my body, until he reached my navel, kissing me gently there as well. Then, he pulled back and looked down at me for a moment, seemingly satisfied with the way he had managed to make me come totally undone. He reached up and swiped the pad of his thumb against my lower lip, which no doubt was plump both from the way we'd been kissing before and the way I'd been chewing on it, trying to silence my begging cries.
“God, you're gorgeous,” he said quietly.
“Please,” I tried again, my voice sounding wrecked. I could hardly sit still anymore, so desperate for something, anything, more than his kisses and roaming hands.
Fortunately, Christian finally acquiesced to my pleas. He gave his member a couple of lazy tugs, even though I could tell he was already plenty hard to slide into me, to fill me.
Sure enough, his entry was easy, but he was still taking things slow, still teasing me, apparently. He only went about halfway in, and then he began to slide back out, teasing me with just the tip of his member. I pressed my hand against my face, feeling flushed with pleasure. When I opened my eyes, and I didn't even know when I had shut them, Christian was still smirking down at me.
That was it.
I looped my legs around his waist and managed to flip us so that I was on top. I doubted it would have worked if he had known that it was coming since he was both stronger and larger than me. But with the element of surprise on my side, I got him flat on his back, staring up at me in shock.
I wasted no time in sitting down on his cock. I sighed and slumped forward as he finally slipped fully inside me.
“Oh, is that how it is?” Christian growled, but his eyes were twinkling with amusement.
I shifted my hips a little, unable to keep from crying out as his tip dragged at something deep inside of me.
I came hard, falling forward, hands grasping at the sand. In some primordial way, the waves of my pleasure matched with the waves of the ocean crashing somewhere behind us, echoing through my mind as white-hot pleasure coursed through my body.
Christian was surprisingly patient with me, waiting until I was finally able to open my eyes before he moved again. His hands were possessive against my hips, but he was smiling crookedly up at me. “You okay?” he asked quietly, and I could hear the strain in his voice, could hear how hard he still was inside me.
In answer, I rocked my hips a few times, setting a sloppy rhythm, still feeling floaty and not fully with it. Christian brushed back some of my hair, tucking it behind my ear, his fingers lingering there against my cheek. Then, he returned his fingers to my hips, dug his heels into the sand, and thrust up hard to match my uncertain movement.
I gasped and fell forward, and he collected me there against his chest, tucking my face into the crook of his neck but continuing to rock steadily up against me. His presence was all around me, and he filled my body so good.
“Oh fuck,” Christian muttered suddenly, his fingers spasming against my back. He was spilling inside me, and that was enough to push me over into a second climax of my own. I fell boneless against him, even as his hips continued to stutter up against mine, the angle driving his prick into places I hadn't even known existed.
I lay there gasping long into the aftermath of what we'd done, but I was pleased to hear that Christian sounded just as breathless as me. Finally, out of deference to the heat between our sticky bodies more than anything else, I rolled away from him, lying on my back next to him, twining our fingers together and staring up at the stars. Slowly, I began to get my breathing back.
I couldn't help a giddy little giggle that spilled out of me, and Christian smiled over at me. “Feeling good?” he asked teasingly.
I stretched languidly, cat-like in my lethargy. “I feel amazing,” I told him. I shook my head. “I need to have sex outside more often.”
“You've never done this before?” Christian asked curiously.
I laughed a little, shaking my head. “Nah,” I said. I bit my lower lip. �
��I'm kind of a good girl normally. Mina's the wild and spontaneous one; that's why we work together so well. We balance one another.”
Christian raised an eyebrow at me. “You seem pretty spontaneous to me,” he said, shrugging carefully.
I could feel a blush spreading over me, but I was glad to realize that in the dim lighting from the stars and a slim moon, he wouldn't be able to see this one. Still, I shrugged as well. “Thanks.”
Christian stretched as well, yawning a little. “Wish we could just stay out here for the night, but some early morning runner would probably stumble across us, we at least probably want to put our clothes back on.”
I laughed and pushed myself to a sitting position, leaning over to give him one last kiss. It was mostly chaste and lacked the searing heat of some of our earlier kisses, but it was almost more intimate in some ways.
When I pulled back, I could feel, deep down, that I was already pretty attached to him.
Christian rolled to his feet and offered me a hand up, which I took. I stretched again, more fully, still feeling boneless and fucked-out. I started to brush myself off, groaning a little. “God, I have sand everywhere,” I complained.
Christian snorted. “If you'd just stayed lying there on your dress like you were supposed to,” he said.
I pushed lightly on his shoulder. “Don't even front,” I told him. “You liked having me on top.”
“I like a woman who can take control,” Christian admitted, shrugging and looking away from me, almost as though he were afraid to talk about his sexual preferences. But when I thought about it, that would make sense. Probably things just unfolded however they unfolded during his one-night stands, and there would never be a reason to talk about desires for a repeat performance.
Again, I found myself feeling almost sorry for him. But I shook that off, turning back toward where the luau was finally starting to break up. I glanced at my watch and was surprised to see how late it was. “I have to go to work so early tomorrow too.” I sighed. “This woman requested an 8 o'clock appointment so that she can go hike a volcano afterward or something like that. I don't understand why she's getting the massage before she goes for a hike.”