by Anthology
His arms held me close as I allowed him to guide me across the floor. The more I drank, the easier it became. As the night wore on, Alejandro became sexier and more beautiful until I swore I was dancing and partying with Chris Hemsworth, who’d always been my man crush.
Brigid coaxed us into doing a round of shots with them, and Callie’s mood had improved tremendously. It must’ve had some correlation with the amount of alcohol she’d consumed.
One shot turned into several, and Alejandro’s face began to blur. I closed one eye, so I would only see one of him. It helped somewhat. Then I begged for another dance or three. After the music ended, he pulled me back to the bar. Or at least that’s where I thought he pulled me.
We were in a group, and I thought Alejandro mentioned something about leaving. I wasn’t sure. But he kissed me, and I kissed him back. I was pretty sure he kissed like a champ. All I knew was it was getting hard for me to stay awake.
“Bridig, Birdig, I’m leaving,” I slurred.
I was with Alejandro, and he said he’d go with me. I thanked him, and we left. I was so happy he was with me because it was very dark out and I’d had way too much to drink. By the time we got to my place, all I remembered was laying down and crashing.
Chapter Eight
It was hot, too fucking hot. My mouth felt like skunk. Like a dead skunk. And I was smothering.
“Amie,” I croaked, “please tell me I didn’t dance naked with a lamp shade on my head last night.”
She didn’t answer, but then she probably never came home last night. I went to massage my poor skull, but my hand skimmed over something large. Large like a human large. And I was pretty fucking sure it wasn’t Amie, because it was a bit hairy.
Oh shit. Alejandro. Did I sleep with Alejandro? Maybe he brought me home and passed out with me. I was overboard drunk last night. Hammered as hell. I rolled my head to the right in order to assess the situation. And then I did what any other normal woman would do. I let out a scream. A very loud one.
The naked man that was in bed with me did all of the following things. He woke up, flew out of bed, landed on the floor with a thud, and screamed too. Then he yelled as his hands grabbed his head, “Why are you screaming?”
“Who the hell are you?” Then I looked at myself and realized I was naked too. Oh, God. What the fuck did I do?
“Jesus. Stop yelling at me.”
“I can’t help it. I’m freaking out.”
Then the maybe six feet tall and brown-haired naked man climbed back into bed and started to cuddle with me. Cuddle!
“Stop! Why would you cuddle with me? I don’t even know your name!”
Large brown eyes looked very apologetic when he said, “Sorry. You mean you don’t remember any of it?”
“No! Who are you? No, never mind. I need to leave.” I hopped out of bed, but instantly a wave of dizziness slammed into me. He was there by my side, helping me sit. Then he ran and got a bottle of water.
Handing the bottle to me, he said, “My name is Brady. Brady Wilkins. I met you late last night and tried to walk you home, but you couldn’t remember where your room was. So I brought you to mine. When we got back here, you sort of got frisky with me.” He let out an uncomfortable laugh.
“Me?” How could I have done that? Then I made an awful face. What was I thinking? Oh, right, I wasn’t since I was drunk off my ass. “But you’re not even my type!” And wasn’t that the rudest thing to say? Then I realized we were having a discussion and I was naked with a stranger. I was holding a water bottle so that only left one free hand to use to slap over one boob. Better that than nothing.
He stared but didn’t respond.
“I’m sorry. That,” I motioned with the bottle, spilling water, “was uncalled for. I don’t usually do this type of thing, so I’m shocked at my behavior.” I put the bottle against my splitting forehead. What I said was the truth, but I was sure he thought I was a hooker or something worse. I took several gulps of water and thanked him. Then I spied my clothes on the floor nearby. He followed my line of sight, so he picked them up for me, handing them over.
“Thanks.”
He sat there, not moving.
“Um, can I have a little privacy?”
“We slept together, and we’re sitting here naked, and now you want privacy?”
He was convinced I was crazy.
I threw on my clothes and stood to make sure I was steady. “Hey, thanks for taking care of me last night.” I couldn’t even look him in the eye.
“I believe you have that backward. You pretty much took care of me.” It’s not what he said, but the way he said it.
My face flamed to a thousand degrees. “Yeah, well, you’re welcome.” And I got my ass out of there. I guessed my broken nose hadn’t affected my sex-cation after all. Except I would’ve been nice if I could at least remembered some of it.
On my walk of shame back to the villa, I tried to make it snappy, but wouldn’t you know, Alejandro was out jogging.
“Lena, out for a morning stroll I see.”
“Yes, and you, too, getting your exercise.”
“Hope you got yours last night,” he said, waving.
The villa was empty when I got home. I plopped down on the couch and thought about it for a minute. I should’ve known this vacation was going to suck from the start. It was supposed to have been my honeymoon. What should I have expected?
I dozed off and was awakened by Amie coming in with Brigid behind her.
“Did you sleep out here all night,” they asked.
When I told them what happened, they died laughing.
“It’s not funny. At first I thought it was you, Amie, then I thought it was Alejandro, but it was neither of them. And to find yourself with a complete stranger is freaky.”
“Was he hot?” Amie asked.
“Does that even matter? I was so rude to him, and I hate that. I want to hide today.”
“No fucking way. It’s our last day, and we’re going all out,” Brigid said. “We have bad news. Callie is threatening to move here so she can be with Eduardo.”
“She can’t just stay here. She has to find a job,” I said.
“She’s interviewing. She’s already working on it,” Amie said.
“Let me get this straight. She’ll give up her great job, move here, and what if it doesn’t work out?”
“According to her, she’ll come home,” Brigid said.
“Callie must have it bad. I’ve never seen her act this way.”
“We’ve talked about it, and we agree,” Amie said.
“I wish her luck. But, guys, I don’t want to run into Brady Wilkins anywhere. Do you all remember him from last night? I don’t at all.”
Brigid said, “The name doesn’t ring a bell, but maybe if I saw him, I’d probably know him.”
Callie was late, so we decided to eat breakfast without her, but left her a note telling her where we were. When we were in the restaurant, Brady walked in with three other guys.
“Oh, shitsy.” I stared down at my plate and focused on my food. “Brady and gang at three o’clock.”
Brigid took a peek and said, “Which one?”
“Baseball hat and blue T-shirt.”
“I know him,” Brigid said, and so did Amie.
“We love him. He’s great.” They both agreed.
“Fine, but not to wake up to naked.”
“He’s adorable. You need to make up,” Amie insisted.
“No. I’m out of here tomorrow, and that’s that.”
Brigid and Amie snickered. “What’s so funny?” I asked.
“Nothing,” Amie said.
I kept watching him, and he was kind of cute. He filled his plate and got all his condiments, and then turned. I wasn’t fast enough to avert my gaze, and he caught me. He tipped his head and kept walking. Guess there wasn’t any sense in me worrying. Brady Wilkins just proved he didn’t want a thing to do with me, and damn if I didn’t blame him.
Chapter Nine
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nbsp; On our final night, we packed our bags before we went out. We all agreed that way we could have a fun night without having to worry about getting things done in the morning. Then we only had to quickly shower and dress. Our taxi to the airport was at nine. I went to the hair salon and had my hair washed and dried that afternoon again.
The Love Bar was our destination. Maybe I’d get lucky and find Alejandro there. Maybe The Love Bar would live up to its name. I doubted it.
We ate dinner at the sushi restaurant and stuffed ourselves. Saki was the first on the menu, and it got our night started. Then we hit the bar.
Brigid kept singing “Love Is In The Air,” some ancient song, and Amie was sad to be leaving her Latin lover. I was on the hunt for mine; although, I’m sure he thought I was a hooker too.
Alejandro never showed up, but Brady did, only he wouldn’t give me the time of day. Not that I wanted him to. In fact, the couple of times I happened to glance his way, he made ugly faces at me. So I stayed to one end of the bar, while he remained on the other. I guess he wasn’t happy with the insult I had handed out to him, and who could blame him. I was surprised he didn’t flip me off. As the night drew to the end and he was still there hanging out with his friends, I decided to take the high road. He had done me a huge favor and it wasn’t the guy’s fault if I crawled over him and acted like a slut.
So I slunk down the bar, and when he saw me standing close he said, “Oh, fuck no. I’m never doing you another solid. If you need help getting home tonight, you’re gonna have to find some other poor sonofabitch.” And then he stepped into my personal space and added in a lower tone, “And just so you know, your blow job sucked.”
“My what?”
“You heard me. You need some practice in that area.” His brown eyes dug into my green ones, which were probably black and anger-filled now.
“Well, I…I can’t believe you said that.”
“Believe it. Just because you have gorgeous blonde hair and those damn perky tits, doesn’t mean you’re the total package. Your damn pussy probably has fucking teeth too.”
“Teeth! How dare you!”
“Oh, I dare all right. I dared when I walked you home last night. And that was more daring than I’ve ever been or want to be again in my life.”
Who did this jerk off think he was? I was not going to stand here and take this one more minute.
“You are an asshole, Mister Wilkins.”
I marched out, but the fuckhead followed me.
“Me? You’re the asshole. I was nice. I made sure you were safe. Then you practically raped me and this morning treated me like dog shit. Let’s really call a spade a spade.”
I spun around so fast I lost my balance and fell flat on my ass. He laughed. He threw his head back and howled like a wolf. I picked myself up, or started to, but his hands grabbed me and yanked me to my feet. The momentum had me flying into his arms and grabbing onto him so I didn’t hit my face, specifically my nose.
Before I knew it, his hands were on me, kissing me. I didn’t have time to think about it, because damn, the man could kiss. He kissed better than anyone, and I lost my breath to him. The air disappeared, the sky disappeared, and so did everything else, including my anger. All I knew was Brady tasted like warm bourbon, and he was arousing me. His hands tightened on me, pulling me into the heat of his body, and then I felt the hardness, the thickness that nestled in his shorts. It was also when my brain fired back to life.
I broke the kiss and looked up, blinking.
“This is exactly what you did to me last night. What the fuck is wrong with me?” he asked.
“I’m not drunk tonight.” I stared at him.
“So, what are you saying?”
“Did it…was it like this last night?”
He sighed. “It was for me, but I can’t say how it was for you.”
“Can we go somewhere to talk? And not angry talk?”
He rubbed the back of his neck and said, “Yeah, I guess so.”
We ended up back at his place, only to talk, we both promised. And that’s exactly what we did. We talked while we kissed; we talked while we fucked; we even talked as he licked my pussy. Jesus, that man knew how to do that.
“Sit on my face.”
“Spread your pussy lips for me.”
“Open wide.”
“I’m going to eat you until you howl at the moon.”
I may not have howled at the moon, but I screamed. All night long. And we fucked all night long. I rode him like a stallion. Frontward, backward, he even stuck his finger into no man’s land—which was a definite new for me—and I screamed some more. I may have called him Sea Biscuit a time or two. He said he would buy me a riding crop for next time.
“Next time? I’m leaving in the morning.”
“So am I, but if you think we’re stopping at this, you’re fucking out of your mind.”
At dawn, we walked—well, I may have limped—to the beach to watch the sun rise. And then he took me to my room. We exchanged numbers with promises to keep in touch. I knew it was a bunch of crap. But it was the greatest sex I’d ever had and the best night of my life. And that’s what I’d call a sex-cation.
Chapter Ten
In the morning, the bellman arrived at our villa to carry our bags and us to the lobby area where our taxi was picking us up. When we arrived, we did a quick check out and then climbed aboard. Then we were off to the airport. The girls were curious about my night, but I was keeping it close to the vest. The yummy soreness I experienced between my thighs was my sweet reminder of Brady and his sexual prowess. On the one hand, I’d always remember him with great fondness, but on the other, he’d spoiled me for future lovers. There was no use worrying about that now. I doubted there’d be any of those for a while.
We unloaded our luggage and dragged it to the airline we were flying. The line wasn’t too bad, and we had plenty of time.
“I’m hungry,” I said.
“You probably worked up an appetite since you didn’t come home last night.” It was Callie who spoke. Brigid high-fived her.
“Yeah, you and Brady were about to get into a fist fight for a minute there, and then you two disappeared. What happened?” Brigid asked.
“We worked things out,” a deep voice answered. I looked over my shoulder to see Brady standing there.
“Hey, you on this airline too?” I asked.
“Yeah. I’m starved. I’m waiting for the others and holding a spot back there. Better go. I feel darts hitting my back.” He was referring to the people who thought he cut in line.
“Gotcha. Maybe we can grab some food later.”
He gave me a thumbs-up and left.
We checked in, got our bags taken care of, did our paperwork for customs, and headed for the gate. The airport was laid out so you had to take care of all that and before you got to the food court. I hunted for Brady, and we waited but figured he must’ve gone to a different gate area, so we grabbed some food and then took off for the gate area.
It wasn’t until they called our flight to board that I saw him. The gate area was huge, noisy, and multiple gates were located there. I tried, but failed to get his attention, so I gave up.
We were flying to Atlanta, then connecting to Savannah. When it was time to board, we got in line and waited our turn. As we entered the aircraft, there he was, seated in first class.
He grinned and grabbed my hand as I passed. I made a comment about him being privileged to be seated there, and moved on.
After we took off, his friend, Michael, showed up in coach, and asked if I wanted to trade seats with him.
“Are you serious? You’d give up a first class seat for me?”
“No, I’d give it up for Brady.” And he laughed.
“Sure.” I walked up front to where Brady sat and took Michael’s seat.
“This is a treat,” I said as I sat down.
“Care for a drink?” Brady asked.
“Nah, I’m all drunk out. But a juice would
be nice.”
He got the attention of the flight attendant, and an orange juice appeared.
“So, Atlanta, huh?” I asked.
“Not exactly. I have a connection.”
“So do I. It’s funny because I never thought to ask where you were from.”
He smirked. “Your friends know. You should’ve asked them.”
“So, tell me.”
“Actually, I’m from Savannah. I told you this vacation wasn’t the end of us. Now lean closer so I can kiss that O off of your lips.”
Ten Months Later
“Harder. Yes, right there. Oh, yeah. Ah, ah, I’m coming.” My inner muscles bore down and squeezed his cock. It kept thrusting in and out of my pussy.
“Oh yeah. I love fucking this tight pussy of yours. Oh, hell, I’m gonna come.” And he did, hard. Warm spurts of fluid drenched me, and I felt it trickle out of me as he kept pounding away. The man had some kind of staying power.
“I love to see my cum in you, on you. Fuck, you’re hot.” He pulled out, stood me up, then bent me over the back of the sofa. We were in my living room, against the wall before he moved me to the couch. We hardly ever made it to the bed. The next thing I knew, he lifted my hips, wheelbarrow style, and slid in. One of his hands spread across my stomach, and the other dipped down over my clit. Magic fingers went to town as his cock hit all the perfect places. What amazed me was he could stay semi-hard even after he busted one. I never had less than three orgasms with the guy. He was definitely sex-tacular.
“Good?” he asked.
“Yeah, more.”
“My cock or my hand?”
“Cock.”
He did this pelvis tilt thing or something, and it put pressure, the pleasure-pain kind, that made me claw the side of the couch. I was on my tiptoes, grinding into him with each stroke.
“That’s it, baby, give it back. You’re so slick I almost want my mouth on you.”
“No, I need to come.”
He stopped everything. Went as still as a statue. He would deny me if I got too demanding and he knew exactly how to control me.