“When was the last time you put some on?” I say questioningly.
He smiles wryly, shrugs at me and returns to his reader – Must be a good book – I roll my eyes and pick up the lotion, holding it out for his hands.
“But I don't want to get my reader greasy,” he grumbles.
I roll my eyes again, sit next to him on his lounger and squirt some into my hands. As I rub the sunscreen across his mighty fine chest, I see a smirk start to play across his lips. I shake my head at him and start laughing.
“You did this on purpose!” I scold half laughing.
“Of course,” he answers smugly watching me cream his skin.
I squirt more sunscreen into my hands and rub it across his shoulders – they really do look a bit too red – I'm about to ask him to put some on my back, but I stop myself – I want to tease him. Squirting more cream into my hands, I head south rubbing the lotion across his toned abdomen, keeping my eyes fixed on his gorgeous bronzed body.
My nipples respond all by themselves, trying to break through the thin material of my new bikini. Tristan’s one eyebrow cocks up in response, as I head further south to the edge of his swim trunks. I sigh blissfully as I reach his hardened erection.
“Here?” he questions, reading my thoughts.
“Yes,” I whisper leaning in to peck his open lips.
“Someone on one of those boats could have binoculars,” Tristan growls.
“They won't see anything,” I argue.
Handing him the bottle of lotion, Tristan puts his reader on the hamper and I step my one foot across the lounger, so my legs are wide apart, then slowly sink down and straddle him, rubbing myself against him. His lips part as I lean in and kiss him, his tongue lapping gently against mine…Hmm, sex on the beach…
“I don't like this,” he growls looking up at the cliff face behind us.
“Like anyone is going to turn up!” I argue.
“Let’s make this quick,” Tristan grumbles.
I pull his shorts down so his erection can spring free. Then placing my one hand on his shoulder, I lift up, pull my bikini bottoms to the side and take his erection between my other hand, I feel his tip reach my opening, and slowly but surely I slide down over him, until he’s completely filling me. Mmm…skin against skin, it feels so good.
With both hands on his shoulders, I start to move, up and down, my leg muscles protesting, but really grinding into him as I come down. I want to feel his full length, buried deep inside me.
“Quickly,” he moans, his mouth slack as I pump up and down, gaining a rhythm.
Tristan grasps my thighs, his fingers digging in, and then he’s lifting me, and pumping up into me as I come down on him – Christ I’m close…so soon…so quickly.
“Come on Coral,” he says, staring down at my pert nipples underneath the material.
I take my hands from his shoulders, reach down and move the material of my bikini top to the side, so my nipples and half my breasts are on show for him.
“Fuck!” he hisses and pulls me closer, sucking my right nipple.
“Ahh…” I feel it right down there, deep inside me. He moves across and sucks the other, then leans back to gaze at me.
“Jesus,” he hisses and pumps even faster. “You are so fucking sexy,” he groans.
“Oh god…Tristan,” I moan as everything tightens and quickens inside me. He is hitting my sweet spot. I fall spectacularly, squeezing him, over, and over again, as my orgasm ripples through me. “Tristan,” I call out, my head lolling back, my mouth slack.
“Christ,” he growls I feel him thrust into me once more, then still, his hands gripping my thighs tightly. I open my eyes and see he has his eyes shut, his head craned back as he pours himself into me, this man, this wonderful man; who will soon be my husband. What did I ever do to deserve him?
He opens his eyes and blinks up at me. “Jesus Coral,” he whispers, looking frantically around him, replacing the material back across my breasts.
I start laughing at his worried expression.
“It’s not funny!” he growls.
“Your face is a picture,” I say chuckling even harder.
“Right!” Standing up with me in his arms, I wrap my arms and legs around him and kiss his bronzed cheek; I can still feel him inside me. Then he starts to march down the beach, towards the shoreline, as he reaches the water, he smiles wryly at me and I know exactly what he’s going to do.
“Tristan, no!” I shout, “It’s freezing,” I screech.
He wades into the water, stopping when it reaches his waist, instantly freezing my legs and soaking my bikini bottoms – I really don't like the Atlantic, it’s too cold. I grip him tighter, scowling angrily at him.
Tristan pecks me on the lips and then smiles his cheeky grin.
“Don't you dare!” I threaten but it’s too late.
Tristan wraps his one arm around my shoulder, the other around my waist, gripping me tightly and plunges us both down into the icy cold water – Oh my god!
Moments later, he launches back up, and I cough and spit sea water.
“Bastard,” I dither, my teeth clashing together.
Tristan laughs at me then I feel his fingers tease my clitoris, before pulling himself out of me. Then he deftly hides his manhood back in his shorts, and puts my bikini bottoms back in place.
“That was cruel,” I say, pouting at him.
“Ah, poor baby,” he soothes. “But we’re both clean and fresh now,” he says his eyes glinting wickedly. “Besides, I needed to cool down,” he adds, kissing me passionately, gripping me tightly. I welcome his tongue, his lips as they skim along mine making me want him all over again.
Then out of the corner of my eye, I think I see something glint in the water. I may like the sea, but it doesn’t mean I like being in it. I start frantically searching around me looking for any signs.
“What are you looking for?” He laughs keeping a firm hold of me.
“S-s-sharks,” I whisper fearfully, my teeth clashing together.
“Sharks?” he laughs. I nod my head. I’ve never looked at the sea the same since I watched Jaws. “Ah baby, I won't let a shark get you,” he titters.
“Very funny,” I scold. “But if a shark comes and bites you on the ass, then takes me with him, you won't have much choice,” I blurt.
Tristan really starts laughing hard at me, and starts wading out of the water. I keep my legs firmly wrapped around his waist, my arms almost choking him.
“It’s ok,” he teases as we finally reach the shore. I grip him even tighter. “Hey,” he says calmingly. “We’re back to dry land baby, relax,” he soothes.
I take a deep breath through my chattering teeth. “Let’s get you warmed up,” he says.
I nod vigorously in agreement – I'm friggin freezing!
THE FOLLOWING DAY as Stuart drives us into work, I can't help thinking how magical the weekend has been – well apart from Friday – but either way, Tristan has been wonderful, sweet, thoughtful, fun. He was amazing at the barbecue; everybody loved him, and his proposal that followed…his sweet, sweet proposal…
Then I think about Saturday night, our romantic meal, his gallant way of protecting me when I stormed off, our sexy hot make-up sex, and then our amazing fun day out yesterday.
My mind drifts back to having so much fun and relaxation on the beach, we both look better for it, healthier, happier and more relaxed.
I'm surprised I don't have Mondays morning blues, but I think that’s because Tristan and I seem to have come so far in such a short space of time, and this time he’s not leaving, he’s here all week, well, he’s actually here now for good, apart from the odd meeting he needs to go to.
I can't wait to see him tonight. I could definitely get used to this, seeing my sexy man every night after work, and to top it all off, Rob is back today; my best friend, my awesome best friend.
Oh I have missed him so...I can't wait to see him, I have so much to tell him. I push the sinki
ng feeling away that something bad has happened, and try to think positively. Everything’s going to be fine, I tell myself.
Everything feels like it’s finally falling into place – well except for one thing…
“Ready for another working week?” Tristan asks pulling me from my musing.
“Yes,” I whisper and as we are strapped in with our seat belts, and I can't easily kiss him, I reach out and take his hand in mine.
“Happy?” he questions, reflecting my goofy grin.
“Yes, future husband, I couldn’t be happier,” I say and blow him a kiss.
Tristan smiles like a fool in love, but I can't help wondering what his reactions going to be when Joyce speaks to him about Susannah, and worse, what he will be like when I tell him what I know, and if he’ll listen objectively, I will tell him what Karen told me about Blondie.
I really want to tell him about all the other things she’s been up to, I feel slightly nervous about doing that, then I remember that my package should be arriving this morning. I'm not sure how I feel about that either.
“I don't think it’s a good idea we arrive together,” I say looking down at my left hand. It already feels strange not wearing my engagement ring. Tristan has stowed it away in his safe at home until we break the news.
“I agree. Stuart can drop you off first, I have a couple of things I need to do anyway.” He says.
I frown back at him, wondering what it is. “Oh, ok,” I say feeling a little forlorn.
“Hey.” Tristan cups my chin. “Thank you baby, for the best weekend ever,” He says in his sexy, husky voice.
I smile back at him. “Best ever?” I tease as Stuart pulls up in the underground car park.
Tristan takes his seatbelt off, unclips mine and pulls me into his lap, making me giggle.
“Best ever, let’s do it again this weekend,” he says, leaning in to kiss me softly.
“Definitely,” I murmur against his lips. “I better go,” I whisper, not wanting to leave him at all. Tristan eyes peruse the car park stealthily. “I’ll be fine,” I tell him leaning in to kiss him once more. I pull the door handle and hop out of the car, but as I bend down to say one last goodbye, I wince in pain – Damn I can't walk properly again, poor muscles. Tristan and his sexing!
“Sore?” Tristan teases.
I purse my lips and frown at him. Then I come up with a plan. “Aren’t you?” I gripe.
“Nope.” He replies, smiling sexily at me.
“Who’ve you been practising on?” I say my voice low as I frown down at him, but I’m secretly teasing him. His mouth falls open as he sees my serious expression. Ha!
Just as he goes to answer me, I smile widely, bob my tongue out at him and quickly slam the door, chuckling heartily to myself as I do.
Feeling triumphant, I almost skip my way into work. Pushing through the double doors, I see Joe stuffing her face as usual.
“Morning Joe!” I laugh. She mumbles something at me, but I can't make out what it is.
Then I think I’d better warn her that Tristan is in today. Walking back over to her desk, I lean forward to her and immediately spy two blueberry muffins!
“He’s coming in today,” I whisper raising my eyebrows as I do.
Joe frowns at me as though I’ve gone mad, then I see the penny drop. She gulps hard, goes bright pink and silently nods, swallowing again she whispers, “Thanks Coral.”
“No worries,” I tell her. “Joyce in yet?” I ask.
“No. You look nice,” she says. “You’ve really caught the sun, look how dark you’ve gone! You’re so lucky, I just go pink then burn,” she grumbles.
“Yeah? Well, I don't like it, Gladys calls it dirty brown, I’d much rather go bronze,” I say.
“Who’s Gladys?” she asks.
“My adoptive Mother,” I tell her – I thought she knew.
“Really, you were adopted?” she says a little surprised and eager to know more. Uh-oh!
“Well I’d better get to it,” I say. I'm about to walk off when she screeches at me.
“Coral!” Scrambling under her desk, she hands me an A4 DHL delivery package. “I thought it might be important, so I signed for it, he said you wouldn’t get it till tomorrow if I didn’t.”
I smile as she hands me the package. “Joe, I could give you a big kiss for doing that!” I say, she suddenly frowns and starts fidgeting uncomfortably.
“I...I’m not into girls,” she tells me awkwardly.
I burst out laughing at her. “Me neither!”
Joe starts laughing too. “S-sorry Coral” she giggles, blushing again.
I shake my head at her as the laughter still ripples through me. Then the phone goes, she runs round the desk to answer it. I whisper ‘thanks again’ as I hold the package up so she knows what I mean, she gives me the thumbs up.
This has to be my package from the P.I company. Eager to see what they’ve come up with, I run up the stairs, and bypassing my desk completely, I go straight into Joyce’s office and lock the door behind me. I look up at the clock – 8.20am – I have time.
Putting down my handbag and sinking onto the leather sofa, I rip open the package, feeling very nervous about what I might find.
When I requested as much information as possible about Susannah, I also asked if I could have the details of Tristan’s ex, I gave them the dates they were together so the information was easier to find. I know I shouldn’t have, but there’s something I want to ask her, yet another suspicion rattling around in my head.
With shaking hands, I pull out the paperwork, and lay it on my lap. I close my eyes and take a deep calming breath – Ok Coral you wanted to know!
Feeling guilty for doing this behind Tristan’s back, I start scanning the first page. Tristan’s ex’s name is Olivia Logan, was Peters, but she’s now married with a couple of kids. I'm surprised to see that from the time they started dating, it was only a couple of months later that she moved in with Tristan, then she moved out of his registered address when he ended it.
My hearts sinks. I didn’t think they would have moved in together so quickly, just like us, does that mean there’s no distinction between us? Enough Coral get on with it!
I scan further down the page and I'm shocked when I see her Driving Licence picture. Olivia is stunning. I mean really stunning, she reminds me of Penelope Cruz. Her dark hair is shoulder length and beautifully styled, her facial features are perfectly symmetrical, and her wide eyes are green and sparkling. I can really see why Tristan fell for her, and she for him.
My self-esteem goes down a few notches, not only is she beautiful – and no doubt normal – but they moved in together so quickly, just like Tristan and I. They must have really fell in love with one another!
Feeling guilty for doing this, I take a moment wondering if I should continue – You have to Coral, she knows something!
Listening to my gut instinct, I take another breath and continue reading. I now have her husband’s name, her children, their address and most importantly, Olivia’s mobile number. I'm shocked at how easy it is to find this kind of information about someone. I'm about to continue reading, when a loud bang pulls my attention away. Shit! Joyce is at her door!
Flying up from the sofa, I unlock it and pull it open.
“Coral!” Joyce says in shock, rubbing her forehead.
“I...I’m sorry,” I squeak.
“What are you doing?” she asks as she walks through the door. Feeling stumped with what to say, I pick up my package, my bag and head for the door.
“Coral!” Joyce booms. I turn and stare back at her but I don't know what to say. “I asked you a question,” she says firmly.
“Um...I was...I just wanted some privacy. I...” I rack my brains for an excuse. “I had some mortgage papers to look through,” I say hoping she’ll believe me.
“Oh, well you can stay in here if you like,” she tells me.
I shake my head at her. “No thanks Joyce. I can carry on reading it later, i
t’s not urgent,” I say hoping my voice doesn’t sound as shaky as it feels.
Joyce frowns and stares back at me, her hands on her hips, scrutinizing me over the rim of her glasses – I’m squirming inside!
“Very well then,” she says staring disbelievingly at me. Without another word, I scuttle out of her office, closing the door behind me and sit down at my desk. Whoa!
That was close, maybe I should wait until lunchtime to carry on, but my fingers are itching to turn the next page and read about Susannah. I have the information I want for Olivia, I just need to make the call. I really hope she will speak to me.
Just as I'm about to carry on reading, Tristan comes wandering up to me. I keep my eyes locked on his and casually flip the pages over, so he can't see what’s on them.
“Tristan!” I swallow hard and fake a smile.
“For you,” he says passing me a small bag with Starbucks printed on it, and I'm presuming a Cappuccino to go with it.
“Thanks,” I squeak in reply.
“Open it,” he says sipping his drink. Opening the bag, my heart melts when I see there’s a chocolate swirl inside. Last night, I told him about my survival on these whilst he was away, he really does listen.
“Thank you baby,” I whisper in appreciation. They really are delicious.
“You’re welcome,” he smiles. “You ok?” he asks scrutinizing me like Joyce did.
“Uh-huh,” I keep my eyes fixed on his.
“You look a little nervous,” he assesses.
“Do I?” I squeak, laughing as I do.
Just at that moment, Joyce comes out of her office saving me from continuing. “Ah Tristan, just the man I wanted to see.”
I swallow hard and stare at my blank computer screen.
“Good to hear!” Tristan swoons, and smiles enigmatically at her.
Joyce blushes and titters at his reply. “Hold all calls Coral, be about an hour,” she says.
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