Making Waves (The Happy Endings Resort Book 20)

by Fifi Flowers

  Sure, I would’ve liked to join her but instead I grabbed a beer and waited on the porch until I heard the water turn off. And then after I took my own shower, I denied my entrance into the bed we had been sharing, and slept on the couch as I didn’t trust myself. One movement up against me and that would’ve been it for me, my willpower was gone. That was also why I took off early the next morning before Mitzi woke up to hit the surf. When I returned, I kept us busy with work going over her sketches, and when lunchtime rolled around, I suggested we get out and head into town. Out in public, I was safe or she was safe from being ravaged. Unfortunately, we had to go back to the cabin where we would be in tight quarters again. Just thinking about it as Mitzi drove—still not happy with my fast pace while driving—I told her that I was going to go out on the lake kayaking again.

  Late afternoon, back from working my arms, paddling around the lake, I was too tired to think about us cooking side by side. The thought of being alone and close, had me suggesting we go to happy hour, eat some good greasy burgers, and get drunk. Mitzi seemed to like my idea and quickly changed into one of her high fashion dresses. Midnight blue, it plunged open to her waist in the front and the back with a full skirt. I nearly lost it when she lifted and gathered the bottom up to get into the car we had hired and exposed her long legs along with her feet in a sexy as fuck pair of gold sandals that was from our last collection. All I could think about as we sat in the back of the car on our way to High Bar was how many drinks it would take to drown her out of my brain.

  Sitting at our usual spot at the bar, not that we had gone there every day, but we did prefer to perch on stools. Food ordered, drinks sliding across to our eager hands, we clinked a couple of extra shot glasses—one on the side of her margarita and one with my beer—and threw them back, sucking on limes. Let the festivities begin. Let us pour ourselves back into a car and pass out. At least that was the plan I had in my head but then another opportunity presented itself, a very attractive woman slipped me her number when I went to the restroom. She was a bold woman, I hadn’t had that ever happen when I was with Mitzi—most people thought we were a couple when we were out together.

  “I just got propositioned by the bathroom,” I said, setting a napkin down which I had been given with her information and a lipstick print in bright pink.

  “You’re not keeping that,” Mitzi said immediately as she picked it up, looked at it, and put it back down in front of me bumbling about the trashy color. I was shocked by the tone in her voice, was it smugness I detected or was it possible it was jealousy?

  “Why not?” I asked her, turning to face her on my stool.

  “We are on vacation together.”

  “I promised not to do anything on vacation with her.”

  Mitzi laughed like crazy. “Of course you wouldn’t. I know that.”

  “But she does live in California and wants to learn how to surf, and she’s hot.”

  “Surf lesson, yes, but what do you really care if she’s hot?”

  “I’m not giving you a birds and bees lesson. I think you’ve communed with nature enough already.” I chuckled and tipped back my beer.

  “Well, I know enough about anatomy and she doesn’t have the right plumbing for you.” I nearly spit out my beer! Then wiped the ale I had dribbled on my chin, and set my bottle down to lean in close to her face.

  “What are you trying to say, Mitzi?”

  “You like men…” She leaned even closer to me and quietly she finished the rest of her surprised announcement, “…you’re gay.”

  “What?! What the fuck ever gave you that idea?”

  “You design shoes!”

  “No, you design shoes. I design comfort and practicality for feet. I’m all about the engineering.” I needed to take a few drinks before we went any further in our mind-boggling conversation and I even ordered one more shot of tequila. “Even if I am a so-called labeled shoe designer, why do I have to be gay? That’s stereotyping.”

  “But you were at Frank Fashion’s party when we met and you noticed my hair, dress, shoes…”

  “I noticed every fucking incredible inch of you.”

  “What about the pool song?” I looked at her a bit puzzled and then she started to sing with the cutest voice. “Wooo! Wooo! I want to see some naked duuudes… that’s why I built this poool…”

  I laughed wildly. “That’s not a song. Just a funny thing that Frank has expanded to play on a loop a few times before it goes on to the next Blink-182 song which always reminded me of you, sadly… No Future.”

  She didn’t stop to question me about the song but just continued with her suspicions. “You had your arms around Frank and you kissed his cheek a couple times… like you were a couple. I definitely know that Frank is gay—he got engaged to Doug last year. Hope you were okay with that.”

  “Frank is my cousin. I thought you knew that. His real name is Franco Marinelli. His father is my mother’s brother. The look on her face was pure shock. Probably for more reasons than one and I was waiting for her to yell about the fact that my family was our major supplier of leather goods all the way from Italy. But, she didn’t make that her main focus—no, she was more concerned about my sexual preference which had shocked me. I guess, we were both sitting with our mouths agape at various points on the night of the big reveal.

  “Do you… are you saying you like women… that you like the way I look?”

  “I love the way you look!”

  “But you described and told me how to give the perfect blowjob!”

  “Yes, the way I envisioned you on your knees giving it to me!” And I did tell her, imagining her head bobbing up and down on my cock. Then, I proceeded to take a cold shower after relieving myself, at first, and it hadn’t worked.

  “Throw away that napkin with that girl’s name on it.” She pointed down to it still sitting on the bar in front of us.

  “Why now?” My voice was a little abrupt.

  “Because I want you to kiss…” She had fired back and then softened her voice to finish her sentence, “kiss me.”

  Given the ultimate opportunity to swoop in, I gathered her hair at the nape, fisting it in my hand, and tilted her head for the perfect angle. Then my lips were over hers in an instant with my tongue licking along the seam of her lips, begging for entrance which she wasted no time giving me. I moaned, right along with Mitzi, tasting her mouth for the first time. So real. So good. It was heaven on fucking earth! I only wished that we were in a different position and that I could feel her body against mine, holding her in my arms. But I had absolutely no complaint as our tongues continued to tangle and slide together.

  “Hey, you two!” A loud thump sounded on the bar and we broke apart to see Stixx standing there with a grin on her face. “Either hit the dance floor to rub bodies, and keep it PG. Or better yet, get the fuck out of here and go work off that sexual frustration you two have both been carrying around since I first saw you in here.” And then directly to me, she leaned close to deliver her next words, “Either way, you might want to lay off the booze so you can give it to her hard.” Stixx did have a way with words and we took her advice, paid up, and got the hell out of there, taking our food order to go.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Mitzi

  I had never fantasized about having sex in a taxi or a hired car, but suddenly, I thought about nothing but, keeping our hands off of each other for the short—but seemingly long—ride back to the resort was excruciatingly painful. If only we hadn’t gone for happy hour we could’ve been at least on a second round. However, had that trampy girl not given her number to Jack, I would’ve continued to think that he was gay.

  Things happen for a reason, so I guess we were meant to go to High Bar.

  I was thrilled when we were dropped outside of our cabin and even more so when Jack captured my lips with his the minute we were through the door. His mouth was warm and inviting, he could kiss like no other man had ever kissed me. It could’ve been the emotion b
ehind his kisses that made me think that way. I had never felt about a man like I felt about Jack. I loved him as a friend… I just plain loved him if I were being completely honest but I was always trying to deny my feelings because I thought there was no chance for us to ever be anything more than friends. His kisses, however, were definitely not friend-material in nature and a whole lot more passionate lover and wow!

  Panting, Jack’s lips left mine, skimming my cheek, he continued to my neck, and I moaned as he spoke against my skin, “You smell so good.” His hands slid the top of my dress from my shoulders, exposing my breasts to him, and I stood proud waiting for him to take them all in, touch them, taste them. I was also waiting and wanting him to reciprocate by showing me his beautiful bare chest. And as if he was reading my mind, he pulled back, lifted his t-shirt over his head, and then pressed our bodies together, skin on skin, he captured my mouth again. My whole body tingled, it was even better being face to face with him—something I had imagined when I was naked on his back in the lake.

  “You feel so good.” Gasping for air, I whispered against Jack’s mouth.

  “Just wait. Things are about to feel even better.”

  I couldn’t agree more, I thought to myself with his hands on me, and my needy nipples on display, and I planned to entice him more, quickly. Stepping back a bit, I reached with my hands behind my back to unhooked the skirt, lowered the zipper, and let it pool at my feet. It felt like we were playing a sexy game as he followed me, unbuttoning his jeans, and slipping them down his muscular legs. Both of us stepping out of our clothes completely, I couldn’t help myself, I reached out and touched him. The glimpse on the dock in the light of the moon did not provide a clear picture.

  “It’s so big,” I said, mindlessly stroking his hard length that looked more than ready to play. I had never seen one quite his size in person.

  “I promise not to hurt you.” His words caused me to look up into his eyes.

  “Can I put it in my mouth?” All the things Jack had told me about giving the best blowjob suddenly had me wanting to try… to please him.

  “Not now, I want to taste you first.”

  Shaking his head, Jack moved closer to me, causing me to lose my grip on him. Instead of feeling it on my palm and fingers, it was against my body and it was making me wetter by the second.

  “We can always taste each other at the same time.” My mouth, actually, watered as my words left my lips envisioning us in that position.

  “I’ll hold you to that, but tonight is all about pleasing you. I’ve wanted you for so long.” His hands were skimming along my arms, up my neck, my cheeks, and settling in my hair along each side of my face.

  “I’ve wanted you too,” came out breathlessly as Jack planted chaste kisses all over my face before meeting my lips with his, urgently. I loved how he took control and turned my head to deepen our kisses.

  “And you’re going to have me,” he rebutted, lifting me up, and I wasted no time, wrapping my legs around his waist as he carried me to the bed we had been sharing.

  Situated in the middle of it, he did exactly what he said he was going to do starting with his mouth feasting on my breasts. “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned shamelessly as he taunted and teased my nipples before he journeyed down my body straight to my special button. Giving it his full attention sucking it between his lips as his fingers made their way curling up inside of me, within seconds a wave shattered me. No one, but me and my trusty designer toy under my control, had ever made me come so quickly and he was better than my toy actually as he didn’t stop like I usually did. No, Jack kept right on drawing out another one or maybe it was the same one continuing on and on. I was so delirious that I could not figure it out nor was it really important, I was just enjoying each amazing quake and shudder.

  His hands and mouth were like the caresses to my feet only much more intimate and heated my body. I had always felt a bit of tingling between my legs from his touches to my toes, but his new techniques of skimming and kneading my skin were almost too much. They were great at a slow pace when he was working out knots, but my other anatomy was screaming “too slow” while loving every new sensation. My brain was a mess and then thrown completely when he brought his huge erection into the mix, toying with it against my lower lush lips. “Oh, God, yes,” I moaned and then his full weight was lifted and instantly missed as he left me lying on the bed like a limp, rag doll. Thankfully, he returned quickly bearing gifts in a long strip.

  “That’s a lot of condoms.” I hoped we would work our way through them.

  “I always carry several when we travel hoping that one of the times you’re strutting around naked, you’ll jump me.” Had I known, I would’ve.

  “Naked… oh, you’ve seen me in lingerie… and practically naked… oh, yes naked…” I suddenly had visions of me parading around Jack like it was no big deal to be nude or next to it in front of him. I wasn’t sure if I should be mad he never said anything or… what did I care, he wanted me. “If we go through those, I have my Love-Me-Box.”

  I loved the grin on his face. “Were you carrying them on our trips for me?”

  I giggled. “A girl could dream.” I had many dreams about him that were nothing compared to having the real thing about to penetrate me and take me to heaven.

  My laughter faded as Jack rejoined me on the bed with his beautiful nakedness. I had never been so ready, willing, and able to except a man deep within me. When he slipped in, I moaned and grabbed onto him for dear life as he began to move. Touching places I had never been touched, he worked his magic, in and out he filled me and stimulated every nerve ending. On high alert, my body screamed out or maybe that was me, but I was lost to him and every amazing sensation he drew out of my body that would never want any other but his for the rest of my life. Words I probably should’ve made sure weren’t shouted out in the heat of passion. I couldn’t promise anything as we reached higher and higher, building and building, hearts pounding, breaths commingled unevenly out of control until we quaked and released in each other’s embrace.

  I never wanted to let go of my Jack. I loved my claws in his skin and my mouth biting into his flesh. I was mesmerized and floating as he pulled me from his body long enough to escape to the bathroom. Damn, why did there need to be a clean-up period? If… when we made this an everyday thing, we needed some testing and better birth control method that allowed us to stay permanently in bed. Could we work from the comfort of our bed? We didn’t have a bed in our studio but we did have a comfy vintage couch. So many romantic thoughts about us flowed through my brain and I couldn’t seem to keep my mouth shut as we continued to make good use of that strip of raincoats for his huge appendage that seem to perk up nicely when needed. I only hoped that I was not scaring Jack with my incoherent, coherent words that might’ve sounded a whole lot like admissions of love for him.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Jack

  Our postcoital conversation kept flowing through my brain, waking me up from time to time during the night. Mitzi’s body partially entwined with mine might have been the other reason as she had never slept so close to me before and I loved it. I kept running my hand over her body amazed at how soundly she slept, never waking but stirring and backing more into me. Awake, I could hear her abrupt announcement not long after she settled in my arms post screaming orgasms that could have the guy I saw snooping around—a possible agent or detective of some sort—knocking on our door to make sure Mitzi was still alive.

  “I can never marry you! Can you imagine Mitzi Fritzi? No. Never!”

  “But our line is Fritzi Mitzi, so what’s the difference? But who said anything about marriage… and if we were to get married, many professional women do not take their husband’s names.”

  “Fritzi Mitzi is different. It’s separate but together… and what did you say… are you just fucking me with no intension of marriage? Not that I want to marry you either… but if we do, I am keeping my own last name.”

  Her mentio
n of marriage stirred something within me. The idea actually was a pleasant one. I saw her every day of the week, traveled with her, attended a few events together, but we had never really spoken on a personal level. Maybe we should’ve, that would’ve cleared up a lot of misunderstandings, like my heterosexual status being overlooked. In the last three years, I had dated a few women but they never amounted to anything more than a distraction or solution to the frustration I felt being around my real interest. I didn’t know many details about her dating routine other than I knew she attended events here and there—I was pretty sure he was a semi-boyfriend. She never said much and I didn’t ask because I didn’t want to know simply out of jealousy. I was just happy that she never came crashing through the studio door overly excited, shoving an engagement ring in my face.

  First to wake the morning after our first time together, alone with my thoughts, I wondered if things would be awkward or that we would clam up. Or maybe we would skip all conversation in lieu of expressions that involved me thrusting my guy deep up inside of her. That seemed like the best scenario that played out in my head as I could picture Mitzi straddling me, facing me or cowboy style. What really ensued was a discussion about our families—definitely not what I imagined at all and the shocking thing was, I started the conversation. The words, with no filters, just flew out of my mouth, and I wished more than anything that I had kept my mouth shut.