by Kimberly Fox
Not just the wedding, but us. In three days, we’ll be going our separate ways. I’ll be on a plane to Buffalo, and Tucker will be on a plane back to Minnesota. Actually, I’ll be on a plane to Colombia with a seven-hour layover before heading back to the states.
With all the excitement and my attention focused on Tucker, I forgot all about my debt. The stress and anxiety comes crashing down on me just thinking about it.
You’re here with Tucker. Live in the moment, and try to forget about it. I tell myself. You’ll have plenty of time to stress about money when you’re working four jobs.
“What now?” I ask, trying to get my mind off my money problems.
“I don’t know about you,” he says, starting to unbutton his shirt. “But I could go for a swim.”
I look around nervously as he takes off his shirt. “The pool is closed.”
“Perfect,” he says with a mischievous grin. “Then no one will see us skinny dipping.”
I’m hoping that he’s kidding, but he starts unbuckling his belt.
“Security is walking around,” I say, looking from side to side. There’s no one in sight.
“Then we’ll be extra quiet,” he says, sliding his pants and underwear down. I let out a groan as I see his big cock lit up by the light of the pool.
My mouth waters and my nipples harden as I stare at it. “Tucker!” I whisper as he climbs into the pool, taking the mouth-watering view of his dick away from me. “This is crazy!”
“Vacations are made for crazy,” he says with a grin. He slides his wet hand through his hair, taunting me with his sexy eyes. “I’ll be in there,” he says, motioning to the entrance of a little grotto in the pool. It’s not totally private, but it’s a little bit more private than where he is now. “I’ll be waiting in there with my big dick. I hope you and your tight little pussy come and join me.”
I swallow hard as he dives under the water and swims away, giving me a flash of his perfectly sculpted ass.
“Shit,” I whisper, starting to panic as I look around. It’s late at night and there’s nobody around, but I’m still shy to go skinny dipping in a public place. This morning was different with only Irving and Yanina around, and I was still hiding my Kibbles and Bits.
But I can’t stop thinking of that long dick waiting for me. “Just do it,” I whisper to myself, trying to psyche myself up.
I hurry behind a cluster of palm trees as my heart starts thumping nervously in my chest. I slide my Soft Joie dress down, quickly take off my bra and underwear, say a little prayer, look around one more time, and then hurry into the pool.
The water is cool and feels electric on my skin, making my nipples as hard as diamonds. I dive under the water before I chicken out and swim to where my big dick is waiting for me.
“What do we have here?” Tucker asks, grinning as I pop out of the water. “A naked mermaid?”
His back is against the wall of the pool with his arms spread out along the edges. He looks gorgeous wet, and the light of the pool is just adding to the sexy effect. I look around nervously, but there’s only tropical bushes and plants around us, hiding us from anyone walking by.
He looks down at my breasts as I walk up to him. “You are fucking stunning,” he says, shaking his head.
As soon as I’m within his reach, his hands are on me, pulling me closer. I let out an involuntary moan as his thick cock brushes against my thigh.
“And you are making me break the law,” I whisper back to him.
“I should have brought my handcuffs,” he says, hovering his lips over mine. “To punish you properly.”
His lips connect with mine, and I’m glad I’m in the water with his arms around me because my legs give out on me. The kiss is hard. Fast. Demanding. He rips the air out of my lungs as he claims my mouth.
This man drives me wild. Arousal courses through me, and despite the cold water, I can still feel the heat between my legs. He makes me crazy.
This is crazy. Fooling around naked in a public pool. It’s crazy. He does this to me.
I sink my fingers into his hair and pull him toward me, wanting him even closer. I moan into his mouth when I feel his hard cock press up against my stomach.
He moans back into mine when I reach down and grip it with excited fingers.
I wasn’t planning on this. I wanted a quick swim and then a quick getaway, but now all I want is for him to fuck me here and now. I don’t care if the whole resort hears. I don’t care if the whole resort sees. The threat of that is just heightening my arousal. It’s adding to the effect.
His hand glides through the water, and I gasp as his fingers slide through my folds. He teases me by tracing the entrance to my hole and doesn’t give in even when I grind my hips on his hand.
“Oye!” a voice shouts out of nowhere.
Panic seizes me as I release the cock and grab onto Tucker’s large body, hiding my breasts from the flashlight pointing right at me.
My heart starts racing even harder as a heavy feeling settles into my stomach. Shit! I’m naked!
“Out of the pool!” the security guard shouts as he comes into view. He’s got a gray goatee and looks like he’s about fifty years-old.
“All right,” Tucker says as he pushes against the wall. “Keep your eyes off the lady until she gets her clothes,” Tucker warns.
The security guard keeps the flashlight trained on us as we hurry back to where we jumped in.
“I’m warning you,” Tucker says, staring at the older man with heated eyes. “One look at her and you’ll lose your eyes.”
But the man doesn’t seem interested in me at all. His flashlight is locked on Tucker’s cock as he gets out of the pool.
“Great white shark,” he says, rubbing his goatee as he stares at Tucker’s dick with wide eyes.
“I don’t think you have to worry about me,” I say with a giggle as I hurry behind the palm trees and quickly put on my dress.
Tucker’s cheeks turn red as he quickly yanks up his pants. The flashlight turns off and the security guard sighs in disappointment.
He turns to me and frowns. “Stay out of the pool. But you, Great White Shark,” he says to Tucker, “you can swim naked on my shift anytime.”
Tucker hurries over, grabs my hand, and nearly yanks my arm out of its socket as he pulls me away. “Let’s get the hell out of here before he pulls out his handcuffs.”
15
Tucker
Day Five
I thread my fingers through Julia’s silky dark hair and make a fist as her lips squeeze my shaft tight. Her lips feel like heaven. Her tongue feels paradise.
This is my favorite way to wake up in the morning.
I woke up to a soft wet tongue sliding up and down my shaft. I thought it was a dream, but when I opened my eyes it was even better than a dream. It was a reality.
She looks up at me with her sexy green eyes that are watering from my thick cock. She moans as she sinks her head down deep, taking in so much of me that I roll my head back and groan. Fuuuuuccckk. She is amazing.
“You like sucking my big dick?” I ask as she slowly pulls up. My cock slides out of her wet lips into her hand.
“I fucking love it,” she says, taking a deep breath before taking me into her mouth once again.
I’m breathing heavily as I watch her. My heart is hammering in my chest as she works me with her delicate little hands and lush lips.
I still can’t believe that she’s here with me. I always wanted Julia like this, but I never thought I’d get it. I’ve always wanted her. Since I was six years old and my little sister brought her home to play with Barbies. I’ve been hooked.
She picks up the pace, hammering my shaft with her tight grip as she traces the tip of my thick head with her tongue.
Seeing her like this, with my cock against her sweet lips, is too much to take and I start feeling the short spasms that always come before I release.
“Just like that,” I groan, gritting my teeth as she strokes
me even harder. I’m grunting like a caveman as she takes me into her mouth and sucks me so hard that her cheeks hollow.
A savage grunt rips from my throat as I coat her mouth with my hot come. She moans contently as she drinks it down, savoring every last drop.
My head feels like it’s filled with lead, and it drops down on the pillow as I try to catch my breath.
She disappears for a few seconds as I stare up at the ceiling, feeling like I just got hit with a tranquilizer dart.
“Here you go, sexy,” she says, handing me a steaming cup of coffee. “I’m going to jump in the shower.”
I think I’m in love.
But, I already knew that.
I take the cup from her and manage to climb up onto my elbows as I watch her strut into the bathroom. She’s wearing only her panties with her long black hair tumbling down her bare back.
“Can I come with you?” I ask, dreading the moment when she’s going to close the door and take away that beautiful ass.
“My pussy needs a break,” she says, looking over her shoulder with a grin. “Just a short one.”
I take a sip of the coffee as she closes the door, hoping she’s not going to take too long. Those scrumptious ass cheeks are painted on the backs of my eyelids, but the real thing is infinitely better.
My head is still spinning, so I place the coffee on the nightstand and drop my head back down on the pillow to recover.
A few minutes later, when the shower water is running, my iPhone starts ringing beside me. I reach over and grab it, answering without looking who’s calling.
“Tucker.”
“Can I speak to Miss Julia Tanner?” the voice asks.
Julia? Huh?
I pull the phone away from my head and realize that I picked up hers by mistake.
“She’s not available right now,” I say, my voice still groggy. “You want to leave a message?”
“This is the Marion Debt Payment Group,” he says. “She hasn’t returned any of our calls. Do you know when she’ll be available?”
“Debt Payment Group?” I mutter. “What is this concerning?”
“The twenty-nine thousand dollars that she owes us,” he says, sounding frustrated.
Twenty-nine grand?!? My little sexpot likes to spend money. I wonder how she’s going to pay that off with a kindergarten teacher’s salary.
“Email me all of the information,” I say, giving him my email address. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“Tell her to call me immediately,” he says, sounding bitter. “Our company will take her to court if she defaults again.”
“Just send me the information,” I snap back. “You deal with me now.”
I hang up on the little prick and place her phone back on the nightstand. I grab my coffee and walk over to the closet where all of her clothes are hanging up.
A quick rifle through her dresses and it tells me everything I need to know. Prada. Givenchy. Oscar De La Renta.
She has a dozen sunglasses from Derek Lam to Linda Farrow. Same with her shoes: Christian Louboutin. Manolo Blahnik. Valentino.
“Who were you talking to?” she asks when the water shuts off a few minutes later.
“I was just looking in the mirror and telling myself how good I look.”
She laughs as she rolls her eyes. “I shouldn’t have asked. Want to hit the gym before breakfast?” she asks as she dries off her perfect body.
“Sure,” I say as I get dressed. “You go and I’ll catch up. I have something to take care of first.”
“Everything okay?” she asks me, looking concerned.
“It will be now.” I kiss her warm lips, smack her ass, and head for the door.
Mr. Mastercard and Mr. Visa have been her Sugar Daddies for too long. Now it’s my turn.
Forty-two minutes and almost a hundred grand later, Julia is out of debt. She doesn’t know it yet, but she is.
I had my accountant hunt down every last penny that she owes, and I paid it all off. Every. Single. One.
It took a bit longer than I had thought, so I’m a little late for our gym date. I run through the resort, putting my shoes on as I pass the pool where we got caught last night, and burst through the doors.
Oh, hell no!
Julia is wearing the tightest little shorts and a sports bra (that I now just paid for), doing squats. But that’s not what has me puffing my chest out as I hurry over. There are Navy SEALs everywhere, all surrounding her as she squats. Touching her back to spot her, watching her form, admiring her ass. I storm over like an over-possessive gorilla.
“Sorry, I’m late, Julia,” I say, elbowing my way in. I lock eyes on each one of the males as I pass them, warning them alpha to alpha that she is mine.
“I’ll take it from here,” I say, flexing my chest as I step in close to her. One by one, they leave.
“Thanks, guys,” she says, smiling knowingly at me. She can sense my jealousy, but I don’t care. I just want them to go away. This girl is mine.
“I guess I have to keep a closer eye on you,” I say when we’re alone by the squatting rack. “I leave you alone for five minutes and you’re surrounded by G.I. Joes.”
“Jealous?” she asks with a satisfied grin. “Keep that in mind the next time you keep me waiting for twenty minutes, not five.”
“I’ll keep that in mind,” I say, grinning at her as I pick up some weights. I start warming up my arms as she takes the weights off her bar. “Do you attract one guy for every minute I’m late? Is that how it works?”
“When I’m all sweaty at the gym,” she says with a chuckle. “When I’m all dressed up, it’s usually two guys a minute.”
“You won’t be mad at me when you find out what I was doing,” I say, excited to tell her the good news.
“Oooh,” she says, smiling as she takes off the last weight. “I’m listening…”
“I answered your phone by mistake when you were in the shower,” I say.
Her body tightens. “Okay,” she says nervously. “Who was it?”
“I think you know who it was.”
Her eyes drop to the floor and her ears turn red with embarrassment. “I’m going to pay them all back.”
“You don’t have to,” I tell her. “You don’t owe them anything. Not anymore.”
Her eyes dart up to mine. “What?”
“I took care of it.”
She thrusts her hands onto her hips. “What do you mean you took care of it?”
“I paid all your bills. What? I thought you’d be happy.”
She looks anything but happy. Her green eyes look like they’re on fire. “I don’t need you to pay my anything,” she shouts. The other people in the gym start looking over at us.
“Julia,” I whisper. “This is a good thing.”
“I didn’t want you to do that,” she says with her nostrils flaring. “I can take care of myself!”
“How were you going to do that?” I ask, getting frustrated. “Six figures of high interest debt? How were you going to pay that?”
“That was for me to figure out,” she shouts. She grabs her towel and yanks her water bottle off the bench. “So what, now I owe you something? You can hold this over my head?”
I put my hands out in a gesture of surrender. “It wasn’t like that. I swear.”
“Next time mind your own business,” she says before spinning on her heels and storming out of the gym.
The Navy SEALs are watching me with satisfied looks on their faces.
I turn away from them and look at myself in the mirror. I was doing better when I was being an asshole.
I can’t win with this girl.
16
Julia
Day Five
“It’s beautiful,” I say, smiling at Cynthia as she looks over the area on the beach where she’s going to be married tomorrow. The chairs and tables are set up without all of the fancy table cloths, flowers, and other over-priced wedding crap that will be there to make it look even more stunning
tomorrow. They’ll be married under palm trees, and then we’ll be dining with our toes in the sand as we watch the sun set over the ocean.
“You think?” Cynthia asks.
I turn to her with a furrowed brow. “Don’t you?”
“Yeah,” she says, smiling wide. “It’s going to be perfect.”
“I can’t wait to see you in your dress, all done up,” I say, sliding a curly strand of her brown hair through my fingers. “I’m going to want to marry you.”
“You’ll have to settle for being the maid of honor,” she says. “I only want to marry one person.”
“You’re lucky,” I say, hooking my arm around hers. “It’s nice to find your soulmate.”
Cynthia turns to me with a raised eyebrow. “Maybe you’ve already found yours. Maybe he’s been in front of your face the entire time.”
I exhale long and hard. “God help me if it’s your brother.”
She laughs. “How’s it been going between you two? Without any details, please. You seem to be having a good time. It’s about time you two realized that you’re perfect for each other.”
“I don’t know if we’ve realized that yet,” I say, feeling my chest tighten when I think back at the gym this morning. I was mad then, but I’m just embarrassed now. It was my darkest secret, and I was completely humiliated when I found out that he knew.
Tucker is at the bar talking with Lucas. I’ve been avoiding him all day. It’s getting harder to stay away from him now that the rehearsal dinner has started and we’re only a dozen people, but I’m up for the challenge. I still can’t face him yet. He probably wants to dump me, thinking I’m going to spend all his money.
“Are you nervous for tomorrow?” I ask, trying to change the subject.
“I wouldn’t be nervous if Stephanie wasn’t here,” she says, looking around for the super cunt. “I just wish that she would do whatever she’s planning already and get it over with. This waiting and not knowing is killing me.”