She wasn’t so sure she could trust him with her emotions. She had started to once, and he had walked away.
A flash of bright blue fin distracted her from her gloomy thoughts, and she tapped Grant’s arm, directing his attention to the school of tropical fish a few yards away, then flipping her own fins as she led him toward them.
When he had come back to her beach chair that morning, he had practically been bouncing, and his grin had turned from merely smug to almost insufferably pleased with himself. “Most of the tours were already booked solid,” he said, without preamble, then paused.
Ava blinked a few times as she tried to decide whether or not to play the game. “Okay,” she finally said. “Tell me what you found instead.”
“I talked to Seth and Kristin, and they’re going with us.”
“Oh, good,” she said.
“I found a scuba diving instructor and a private chartered boat to take us diving out on one of the reefs.” His grin widened, and she was again reminded of the boy he had been.
Panic bloomed in her chest at the thought of how much that was going to cost.
Maybe it won’t be quite as much split four ways.
Still, she wished she had put a price limit on the outing.
His next words eased the terror in her chest.
“I’m taking all of us out for the afternoon today as part of their wedding present.”
* * *
They had trained in the resort pool for some time that morning before heading out, the four of them laughing and splashing in between practice rounds with the scuba tanks, masks, gauges, and breathing regulators.
Teasing Ava that morning, even for a few seconds, with the fear that she was going to have to shell out a lot of money for a private dive-tour hadn’t been Grant’s kindest move ever. It had taken him far too long to realize that her whole routine about whether or not she would spend the day with him had been an act, and he had planned to use her concern over money to get back at her a little, as he would have done when they were teenagers.
But the terror on her face had been enough to remind him that they weren’t children any longer, and he had moved quickly to reassure her that he was covering the outing.
He still felt guilty over the brief deception, and had been working all day to make up for it.
Now, as they swam together through the ocean, pointing out underwater wonders to one another, he was also thinking about his quiet revelation of the other day.
He did love Ava, and had for years. But there were things about her that he was just now learning. For one, Ava was a good travelling companion—she loved to try new things and never complained if they didn’t live up to her expectations. She hadn’t worried about going to find a new dress for the wedding. She had simply stepped up to the task and dealt with the issue.
She even made a game out of trying on some horribly inappropriate dresses.
Grant hadn’t been to The Chargrill since before that fateful New Year’s Eve, but he wondered if he would view her waitressing skills differently now. How many times a day did she solve minor problems, the kinds of things that other women might view as catastrophes, but that someone like Ava would take care of without blinking.
Those skills would come in handy no matter where she was.
She’s good at what she does. She could get a job waitressing anywhere.
Bubbles floated up around him as he breathed through the mouthpiece, watching a school of yellow fish with blue eyes swirl around Ava. Was he really considering asking her to go with him? To join him in his unpredictable life? He had started in his job as a petroleum engineer when the industry was booming. Now that the U.S. oil and gas industry was in a bust part of the cycle, he needed to take jobs as they came. It wasn’t stable, and before this trip, he wouldn’t have dreamed of asking Ava to join him.
But he hadn’t known how adaptable she was.
Or admitted—even to myself—how much I love her.
* * *
The dive guide was already chatting with Kristin and Seth by the time Grant and Ava made it back aboard the boat, and took them for their luncheon of traditional Antiguan food to what he called “a very private, very romantic beach,” with a wink at the bride-to-be and her groom.
Having finished eating their fungie—the local dish tasted just like polenta, Ava decided—along with the fish in mango sauce and fried plantains, along with what the captain called “provisions,” but appeared to be a kind of potato, the four of them were resting in the shade of several palm trees. The captain and his small crew had rowed them to shore, set out the food, then returned to the boat. Grant had the captain’s cell number and they were supposed to call when they were ready to leave.
The small beach was lovely. Antigua’s famous pink sand stretched to either side, and a steep cliff created a back wall that made the beach almost unapproachable except by boat. The only structure visible for miles was one of the hundreds of abandoned windmills dotting the island, a remnant of the sugar-cane industry that had dominated the island only a few hundred years before. On both sides, the beach ended in rocks that led to a series of small coves and shallow caves.
Private and romantic, indeed.
“Want to go for a swim?” Kristin asked Seth in a quiet voice.
“Sure.” He jumped up and took her hand. “And maybe a walk, too. We’ll be back later, y’all.” Without a backwards glance, the couple headed toward the water.
Ava’s heart thumped in her chest. This is it.
If she really was going to seduce Grant, this was the moment to do it—when Seth and Kristin were going for some alone time together.
Before I lose my nerve. Again.
“Want to head in the opposite direction from my brother and his bride?” she asked, trying to sound casual.
“Absolutely. I’m thinking we should try to get as far away from them as possible.” Grant’s grin didn’t match his slightly horrified tone. Ava was fairly certain she should trust the smile rather than the pretended shock.
She hoped so, anyway.
Until this moment, she hadn’t admitted, even to herself, how very much she wanted this to happen.
I didn’t know how much I wanted to have an adventure. I want to go home with some memory of a time I was wild, unconventional. A time I followed my heart instead of my head.
She took a bracing breath, surreptitiously checked to make sure the condom she had pulled out of her beach bag and secreted in the lining of her bikini top was secure, and stood up.
“Follow me,” Ava said, wading out into the water and striking out toward the farthest cove she could see—one that she had noticed earlier had no entrance except from the water.
She glanced back only once to make sure Grant was following her.
Chapter 7
I would feel a lot better about this if I had any idea at all how to conduct a seduction.
Finding this particular secluded spot was a good start. Now all she had to do was … the actual seducing.
The shallow cave was perfect for her plan.
If only I actually had a plan.
She considered simply turning to him and saying, “Okay. Do me now.” The thought nearly made her laugh out loud.
I’m no good at this. Maybe I should just give up.
How had they ended up together last time?
Oh. Right. New Year’s Eve.
The clock had struck midnight, and what started as a chaste peck on the lips had spun out of control, turning into a passionate embrace. They had slipped away from the party without a word.
And then had the best sex of my life.
Maybe if she reminded him of that night, she could prompt him to kiss her again. Glancing up from under her lashes, she found Grant staring out at the ocean, his lips flat and hard.
Was he upset? “Are you okay?”
He jumped a little at the sound of her voice. “Yeah. Just trying to figure something out.
”
What if he was trying to decide how to let her down easy? “Want to talk about it?”
“No.” He turned and pulled her into his arms. “Talking isn’t what I have in mind.”
“Oh,” Ava sighed, and sank into the embrace, tilting her mouth up to meet his. The heat of his lips slanting across hers sent chills racing down her spine, and her shiver seemed to move through her and into Grant.
He teased her lips open with his tongue, deepening their kiss, even as he reached up to remove the clip holding up her hair in a loose twist.
I’m not so sure I’m the one doing the seducing here, after all.
The soft trade winds blew her curls around them, and Grant pulled away long enough to brush strands of hair from her face and stare into her eyes. “This okay?” he asked softly.
“Oh, yes,” she murmured, standing up on her tiptoes to wrap her arms around his neck and pull him back down into another kiss.
Sliding his palm down her bare back and settling it in the small indentation just above the top of her skirt, he pulled her closer to him, molding her body to his until Ava couldn’t tell where she ended and Grant began.
The realization that he wanted this every bit as much as she did broke through the last of her reserves, and she met his heat with a fire of her own, pressing hard against him and smoothing one hand across his shoulder.
With a groan, Grant skimmed his mouth down the side of her neck, dropping tiny kisses along the way until he reached the hollow just below her collarbone. When he licked that spot, Ava whimpered, and she could feel him smile against her skin.
Then he was pulling aside her bikini top with one hand, pulling her tight against him with the other hand against her back, and drawing her breast into his mouth, running his tongue over her pebbled nipple.
Streaks of heat sparked from her nipple straight down, to pool in her abdomen, where it seemed to throb in time to her heart, every beat a pulse of sheer desire.
If she’d had any concerns about this before, they were lost in the sheer need she felt for him.
“Please,” she whispered, not even sure why she said it—but the single word seemed to act as a spur for Grant, who swept her up with both hands under her ass and lifted her from the ground, moving his mouth back to hers for another deep, tongue-tangling kiss.
Instinctively, she wrapped her legs around his waist, crossing them at the ankle behind him, and tightened her arms around his neck.
Ava could feel him hard against her, their bathing suits between them an irritant. With tiny, inarticulate noises, she wiggled a little, as if by sheer motion, she could dislodge the fabric between them.
With a laugh, Grant shifted enough to free one hand, using it to pull something out of the waistband of his shorts, then shoving the suit down until it dropped around his ankles, and Ava tightened her thighs around him, as if he might, at this point, suddenly change his mind.
When he put his free hand up to his mouth, she realized he was ripping open a condom package with his teeth.
“Where was that?” she asked, laughter bubbling under her voice. “You didn’t take that snorkeling, did you?”
“I had it in my wallet. I just moved it to my pocket after lunch.”
This was definitely his seduction. He had come prepared, after all.
Then again, so had she.
“I have one, too, if you’d rather use it,” she whispered.
Grant’s only reaction was to finish ripping open the package and lift her up a little higher as he unrolled the condom over himself.
Ava held her breath, taking in the intent expression on his face, even as she felt her own anticipation building. She wanted to feel guilty—after all, she had barely touched him at all. Then again, he hadn’t touched her much, either, and she was hot and wet and ready for him.
She gasped when, having finished donning the condom, Grant pulled her bikini bottom out of the way. Then she moaned as he guided the tip of his cock to her slick entrance, wiggling as he barely pushed up, then slid back out without fully settling her onto him.
“Yes. Please,” she said again, but this time she knew exactly what she wanted.
“Please what?” Grant asked, his mouth crooked up in a mischievous grin, even as he watched her through eyes smoldering with passion.
“Oh, please, Grant. Fuck me,” Ava begged.
“Hang on,” he whispered, then thrust upwards at the same moment he loosened his grip enough to let her drop down onto him.
The sudden sensations as she stretched to take him in completely made her eyelids flutter closed, and all she could do was repeat “yes,” over and over, even as she tightened and loosened her thighs to meet him, thrust for thrust, as he pumped into her.
* * *
Fucking her on the beach wasn’t exactly what I had planned.
The thought had run through Grant’s mind even as he pulled the condom out of the small interior pocket in his swim trunks, and the irony of the thought contrasted with his obvious planning to do just that, should the opportunity arise, almost made him laugh.
Then he was inside her, and there was no more room for thought. She pulsed around him, loosening to pull him into the deepest, hottest part of her, then tightening around his cock in a way that made him almost weak.
Grant shifted his hands to grip her ass tightly, pulling her closer as he drove into her. She whimpered, and he moved his hands again, this time making sure he could still hold her with one hand while he slid the other between them.
For just an instant, he wished he’d had the foresight to take off her bikini bottoms before he picked her up. But he discovered quickly enough that he could fit his hand down the front of them.
Lightly, he dragged his knuckles downward through her curls until he brushed them against her clit. Her sharp inhale and the tightening of her pussy around his cock made him swell even more, and he began to circle her clit with his thumb as he moved inside her.
Her own rhythmic motions grew faster. Throwing her head back made it more difficult for Grant to hold her in place, but he wouldn’t have stopped for anything. They could have toppled to the sand beneath them, and still he would have pounded into her.
When she leaned her forehead against his and stared into his eyes, her breath hard and fast and mingling with his own, it was all he could do to keep from coming right then.
God, yes. This woman. Now. Always.
Ava closed her eyes, her breath ragged and her movements wild as she ground her clit against his hand and pushed herself down onto him until he was as deep as he had ever been in any woman—deeper—and he could feel the pressure building in his stomach and his balls, ready to explode into her, and still he tried to move even closer to her, further into her, as if he could reach the very core of her.
Ava came with a cry, shudders wracking her body as she clung to him, tightening around Grant in waves that seemed to match the sound of the ocean, the sound of his heart. And then he was pouring himself into her, every pulse of his own earth-shattering orgasm a hot reminder of how much he loved Ava.
* * *
When Ava could think again—beyond simply “Yes” and “don’t stop”—she realized Grant’s legs were trembling. She wasn’t surprised. The way he had swelled and heated inside her just before his orgasm had triggered something inside her—either a second orgasm, or a continuation of her first, she wasn’t sure.
In any case, that white-hot passion had wiped out everything else from her consciousness, leaving her draped helplessly, and almost bonelessly, around Grant. Apparently, he had managed to keep them upright. If Ava had been in charge of the standing, she wasn’t sure she would have done as well.
The thought made her giggle against the crook of his neck, and she dropped a kiss against the hollow there as Grant asked, “What?” His voice was more than a little breathless.
“You can put me down now, I think.”
At that, he laughed, too. “I�
��m not sure I can. But I’ll try.”
Shifting her in his arms, he carefully withdrew from her. She unwrapped her legs from his waist, unwound her arms from his neck, and dropped down.
The slight scrape of his chest hair against her nipples sent a shiver through her. She was surprised to find she had any trace of libido left—but apparently she could be ready to go again soon. At least with Grant, anyway.
Dropping to stand on her tiptoes in the sand, she discovered that her legs were more than a little wobbly, too.
That was one hell of a seduction.
Even if she still wasn’t sure who had been seducing whom.
Or what she should do or say next.
For that matter, she had no idea how much time had passed since they had left the rest of the beach.
“Do we need to get back to the boat yet?” she asked, straightening her suit. The wrapper of the condom she had brought made a slight crinkling noise, and she grinned, delighted that he had obviously been every bit as interested in seducing her as she was in him.
Grant blinked at her, trying to make sense of her words. “I don’t know,” he finally answered. “Probably.”
This time when she headed toward the water, she took his hand in hers. “Follow me.”
Chapter 8
The music started, and Ava’s heart pounded as hard as if this were her own wedding. It was silly, she knew. With a wedding this small—only the officiant, the bride and groom, and two witnesses—there wasn’t much chance of anything going wrong. There was no reason for Ava to be nervous.
Grant stepped up beside her, elbow crooked out to take her arm, and her heartbeat sped up.
Well, maybe she had one reason to be nervous.
Once they were all back on the boat the day before, Grant had stretched out on the deck next to Ava, leaned back on his elbows, so close that she could feel the heat coming off him in waves. Seth’s gaze flickered between the two of them suspiciously until Kristin whispered something in his ear. After that, her brother alternated between staring at the ocean and frowning at his fiancée.
Beach Blanket Bridesmaid (Necessity, Texas) Page 4