by Kyanna Skye
“That one.” She pointed at it.
“I'll have it brought up.”
He swooped in behind her and grabbed her by the waist so he could pull her back down onto the bed where he held her tight with his back against her chest and his cock sticking between her thighs. They could just be together. They didn't just have to have sex. Tony's touch was enough joy to last a lifetime, and she knew he felt the same way, especially with the tender way he rubbed his chin against her neck.
But she couldn't be close to him the way she needed to be.
“If you're staying,” he whispered, “we get to have fun.”
“Not until you tell me why you got shot.” She got up off the bed and into the bathroom as if she had some reason to be in there.
“Hey, I have no problem with abstinence.” He leaned against the door with his cock dangling between his legs. “I'll wait you out, but I'm not telling you and you're gonna give in. Because we both know,” he waved his cock around and looked down at it with a smirk, “you can't resist this.”
“Oh, I can resist it.” She slammed the door in his face and started hunting down a toothbrush. He didn't have any right—she needed to know, and he was right: she couldn't resist him. Lana already wanted to run out of the room and hop on top of him, but she had a mission.
Lana was going to hold out as long as she could until he finally cracked. A beast like him needed regular maintenance, or else he'd start to go wild.
The door slammed open. “Your dress is here.” He was still naked and moving his cock up and down while holding her dress up.
“Thank you.” She snatched the dress away and slammed the door. He was going to play rough, but she was going to get the better of him. Once she was dressed, she walked out and declared, “I need some time alone.”
“O-oh no. You're not getting out of it that easy. We're going to the beach house.”
“I don't know. I just don't feel like doing anything today, you know?”
“Or we could stay in bed. It's your choice, but this is my house and I'm not sure I feel comfortable leaving you alone in it.”
“Then don't leave me alone in it. I'll go into another room.”
He got up off the bed as soon as she turned to leave and grabbed her arm to face her towards him. “Can I just have this time, Lana?” He needed her just as much as she needed him.
“We can spend time together, but until I know why you got shot, I'm not going to have sex with you.”
“Resistance is futile.” He turned around and got dressed while Lana watched seductively, softly nibbling on her finger. It took all the discipline she had to pull away and walk out.
He was a confident, manipulative, and so sweet. She would've loved to wade in the cool water and lay on the sand with him. They could move through the sheets at midnight, surrounded by the ocean air, and it would be bliss, but she had a mission. She was going to find out what happened, and she was going to have to resist him to do it.
Lana opened the fridge and grabbed herself a yogurt so she could sit down and eat while he continued to get ready. When he came down the stairs, he was wearing a pair of shorts so tight she could see everything, even the curve of his hips.
“It's not going to work.” Lana kept her eyes down at her yogurt, even though it was almost gone.
He came up behind her when she got up to throw it away and started kneading her shoulders, sending the tension out of her neck, causing her to throw her head back and moan softly.
“Okay, stop.” She struggled to pull herself away. “I told you the rules. Now stop trying to break them.”
“I just wanted to give you a massage.” He pecked her on the cheek and walked past her, staring back seductively. “What?”
She was staring at the way the fabric fit perfectly around him. “Nothing.”
He bent over to get into the fridge.
She turned away, but she could still see it in her mind’s eye. Her thighs were already tingling, and her heart was having a conniption fit. If the man didn't stop soon, he'd end up on top of her and she'd give in.
He was eating a bowl strawberries, dipped in cream, taking his time moving the ruby-red fruit through the bowl. When he lifted his first strawberry to his big lips, he licked the cream off first.
She sighed. “I wanna go.”
“Well, I haven't finished my breakfast yet.” He continued his attempts at seduction with the strawberries, and he wasn't letting up, so she walked back into the living room and had a seat. She picked up the big remote and mindlessly began scrolling through the channels, fuming. He should trust her.
Tony shouldn't have had to worry about whether or not she'd give away his secrets or what she'd think about him. She was going to be by his side no matter what. He should have known that, and she suspected that he did, so why was he keeping this from her?
Tony walked back into the living room holding his bowls of strawberries and cream.
“Oh, no. You're not eating that whole thing before we go. I don't want to sit here and watch.”
“Yes, you do.” He licked the tip of a strawberry and bit into it.
“I don't want to wait here all day.”
He set the bowl down and pounced on top of her. “You wanna play in the sand.”
She was so caught off guard that she yelped and fell right into his kiss.
“Or do you want to do it here?”
Her breath was racing, and all she could think about was the way he pressed against her thigh. She was pulsing, aching for it, and he was ready to give it to her, but she couldn't give up that easily.
“No.” She slid under him and struggled to stand up. “Just stop torturing me and tell me!”
“No.”
She stormed off up the stairs and into the master bedroom. She pulled out a bin of coconut wax and shoved it in her pocket. Then she walked back out to find him watching a football game. He shut it off right away and turned to her.
“I picked this out for you.” He pulled up a black one piece with a skirt around the waist.
“No.”
“What? I thought you took a vow of chastity.”
“That doesn't mean I have to wear a swimsuit for fat women that are too ashamed to show some skin. Now hand me your phone.”
He pulled it off the couch to shove it into his pocket, but he was quicker, and a lot more motivated. He pulled up the app and started scrolling through the outfits until she came across a bright-red bikini and a thin pink nightie.
“There.” She ordered them.
“Give me that.” He took his phone back and grabbed his crotch when he saw the bikini. “It might make things easier if you just went naked. I hate having to untie those things.”
“You're not getting that far.” She grabbed the remote before he could get it and turned on a chick flick. “You're never getting laid until you tell me how you got shot.”
He breathed hot air onto her neck and her body melted into the seat. “You're going to give in.”
Chapter 16
What Lana regretted most was the fact that Tony's dishonesty had put a barrier between them. She wasn't just fighting because she wanted to know. She was fighting because, in order to truly get close to him, she would have to know his secrets, his desires—everything. Otherwise, they wouldn't be able to meld the way that two lovers should.
He didn't even seem to notice or care. He held her hand while they walked down the natural steps carved in the cliff to his private beach. “This isn't fun for me anymore, Tony.” She ripped her hand away.
“Why not?”
“Because you're keeping something from me.” She stopped halfway down the steps, “And it doesn't matter what it is, or why you're keeping it from me; I still know you're doing it and it's keeping me from getting close to you.”
He stepped up towards her. “Are you saying you don't want to me with me?”
“No. I—yes.”
“You want to be with me, you just can't handle not knowing, or the fact
that I'm keeping a from you. I understand that, but you're not really going to leave. I'm banking on it, and I can't tell you why I got shot. I'm sorry.” He didn't sound sorry, or even understanding, but he was saying the right things and that meant that she felt the pressure to go along with him, and she did, but her anger level was rising.
If she asked again, it would make her look like a child throwing a tantrum. If she went along with him, she'd end going back on her promise not to have sex with him until he told her the truth. Right then, that was the only piece of leverage she had and she was going to make the best of it.
When they hit the sand, he grabbed her picked her up and started running.
“Let me down!” He did.
“Come on, Lana.”
“I have to put on some sunscreen first.” She slowly undid her pants and then her zipper to reveal the top of her bikini bottoms. Then she started working on her shirt, letting it slide over her stomach before she threw it to the side.
As she pulled down her pants, he stepped in, rubbing his gigantic bulge, but she stopped him. “I told you no, and no means no.”
“Fine.”
She kept on going, ripped her skin-tight pants down over her ankles, then she threw them aside to reveal a bright red bikini and exposed skin already scorching in the sunlight. She reached down into her pants while he lay in the sand, stroking himself.
She started rubbing the lotion over her feet and caressed her ankles. Then she moved up to her calves and decided to bend over in front of him so she could get to her thighs. As soon as she did, he slapped her butt so hard she squealed.
“You asked for it.”
She turned around kicked sand in his face, and started running for the water. She wanted to feel what it would be like to get caught in the tide, just like when Tony took her. God, she couldn't deny it: she wanted him so bad.
She turned back to the beach to look for him and he was standing right behind her, butt-naked. He pressed his hand against her neck to push her into his kiss and she let him. She let him move over her thighs, she even let him undo the top strap of her bikini, but when her breasts fell out and she realized that he could take down any barrier he wanted, but he would never let her in, she pulled back.
“Still? Why are you still on this?”
“I can't give it up.”
“Have you at least tried?”
“Why should I have to? What's so important about it? It's not like it's got anything to do with the family. It's something personal, and that's bothering me. What's bothering me the most, though, is the fact that you can do whatever you want, but I have limits. I have to follow along. You can take down my barriers, but I can't take down yours. Don't you care about how that feels?”
“I think that you're taking one small thing and projecting all of your neuroses at it, and it's causing you trouble. Have fun. Be with me.”
“No, Tony. This isn't like that.” Her cheeks were red with rage. “This is important and I need you to understand that. If you can't take me seriously, then things won't work out. I'm a nurse, I sew people up for a living. I'm not a drama queen.”
“I never said you were.”
“You're acting like it.”
“Ah, screw this.” He turned around and pointed up another set of steps. “The beach house is up there.” He walked down that way and left her there to pout in the sand.
He wasn't taking her seriously. Maybe he thought she was something pretty to put his dick into. That could easily be the case. The man had probably been with thousands of women. There was no reason for him to choose her, and who keeps a secret like that from somebody they really care about?
Tony did.
And she knew that he really cared about her. He wasn't the kind of man to stick around for theatrics. If he didn't care, he would've run away by then. She wasn't just a doll for him to carry around. He did respect her, or else he wouldn't have shown her the grow-op or the tunnels under his house. He was letting her in and she couldn't get enough. She had to know everything about him, and her insatiable desire for information was going to destroy their relationship.
She was being a baby. Everyone has something that they'd never tell anyone. She had secrets like that too, and he wasn't throwing a hissy fit trying to figure out every one of them. She was being unfair to him—ruining a day that they could've spent bonding as a couple. She didn't have any right to deprive him of that. He commanded the best and he would have it.
Lana didn't bother to put her clothes on; they were covered in sand, so she brushed them off and carried them confidently back up the steps. He won, just like he said he would, but for a good reason: there never should've been a fight in the first place, and when she finally got to the top of the steps, it would be over. She'd give in, and they'd have their day.
She was excited, and couldn't help but run, careful not to slip off the edge. When she got to the top, he was sitting on the steps with his head down. He had been moping the whole time, just like her.
“I'm sorry.” She ran up to him. “I'll give it up. You won't hear another word about it again, I promise.”
“It's okay.” He pulled her in and kissed her like only a scorned lover could. He wanted her then and there. She could feel it pressing up against her.
“Are you hungry?”
“Yeah.” She took his hand and followed him into the house where a buffet line had been setup in the large kitchen. There was carne asada, pollo asado, tortillas, and every accouterment possible, from salsas to pickled onions.
“Had it brought up for us before we left. I thought you might enjoy some tacos out on the patio. Some of it's kind of strange; authentic Mexican can be an acquired taste.”
“I'm from Arizona. It's all we eat.” She folded a tortilla and loaded her plate with steak and chicken, along with a healthy helping of guacamole and pico de gallo. On top, she placed a mixture of pickled jalapenos and pickled carrots.
“How's your Spanish?” he asked.
“What little I do know is medical stuff, the kind of thing you just say with an accent.”
“I'm fluent,” he declared.
“You are?”
“And in Mandarin, French, and German.”
“Mandarin?” She stuffed one of her corn tortillas with chicken and added carrot.
He replied with a short string of soft sounds mixed with harsh, tonal twangs.”
“No way. How do you do that? Where'd you learn?”
“I spent a year in China traveling. If you don't know it there, you're completely lost. Nobody speaks English, even in the bigger cities. It was terrible trying to learn it. Took me months to even form a coherent sentence correctly. The language is tonal. When you say something with a high, low, or mid-range pitch it means something different. After I got that down, though, it was easy to learn. Chinese is remarkably similar to English in sentence structure and phrasing.”
“That's the craziest thing I've ever seen, a mountainous intellectual.” She pecked him on the cheek and dug into her food.
“I'm not intellectual, really.” He pulled a beer out of the fridge and got her one. “Language is a different part of the brain. People good at languages hate math, physics, all those things. That's me.” He gave her a look with his head cocked to the side.
He wanted something from her now. He was giving some of himself up and she was being asked to do the same. She dove in. “When I sixteen, there was this boy in school and as soon as he saw me, he followed me around and we talked about everything. We'd lay out in the dry river bed at night, looking out at the stars. It was only natural that our relationship developed and we graduated ready to face the world. He sold weed while I worked at a restaurant, and went to school. I watched him, night after night staying up, drinking and partying. The circles under his eye got bigger. He got fatter and his mood changed. He could barely hold a conversation without screaming.
“I watched the man I loved die, and with every moment I lost my love for him. It broke my heart, b
ut he was too far gone for me to stay with him. Just a few days before I met you, I found him overdosed in the bathroom, so I called the police and the second they dragged him away, I burnt our trailer and that life to the ground”
He rested his hand on her shoulder. “I'm so sorry. I've seen people go like that, and it's worse than watching a man die.”
“It is.”
“And when you love them, watching them pass away... I love you, Lana.” She didn't even realize that she was crying until he hugged her and she felt her tears running down his naked shoulder. “I knew that something was wrong when I met you, but I didn't want to say anything. I figured it was pretty personal.”
“I was never going to tell you, or anyone about it. There are just some things that happen in life that you're so ashamed of and you hate yourself for doing them. Staying with him all those years was like that for me. That's the kind of stuff you never tell anyone.”
He took a drink of his beer. “I'm different. If I don't believe in it, I'll never do it. Live like that, and you'll never have any regrets.”
“Look,” she pointed out the back door towards the water.” The sun was hovering over it, ready to sink into the water.
“You wanna watch the sunset with me?” Tony asked.
“Yeah, I do.” They walked out back and laid down on a white cushion while the sun's rays played over the ripples of water.
They lay out there, even after the indigo sky had turned to black, and watched the stars with Lana's head resting on his shoulder. She could've died happy with her eyes drooping, falling asleep to the sound of his breath and the waves crashing against the shore below.
Chapter 17
“Do you love me?” he asked. She reached in to kiss Tony to reaffirm her love for him, but she couldn't find him. His voice was coming from directly in front of her, but when he reached out, there was nothing but mist. It was so thick that she couldn't even see her hand in front of her face. The mist had rolled in from the water. She could hear the water and feel the sand under her feet, but she couldn't see him even though she could feel his presence all around her.