by Jessa Eden
“I told him his dad was a good man, but for many reasons, he wasn’t able to be with us.”
“God, Marla, why didn’t you just tell me? I needed to know...I had a right to know!” I uttered in frustration.
“Yes, you did and all I can say is I’m sorry. I would have loved to tell you, but I couldn’t.”
“Why couldn’t you?”
“That is a can of worms, Beau. One you need to be sure you want to open. Because once you find out, there is no going back. There is a cost with this and you have to decide if you want to pay it.”
“Why is there a cost to knowing what happened?”
“Because there just is and I don’t want you to get hurt any more than you already have.”
“You’re protecting me?” I asked in disbelief.
“I am.”
I shook my head. “I don’t know what to say to that, except it feels like you’re playing a mind-fuck game with me.”
“I’m not. I don’t have anything to gain or lose in this situation. I have no angle, just a simple desire to warn you.”
“It’s that simple, huh?”
“Yeah, I’m just a simple gal,” she claimed, her glance full of sincerity.
I didn’t know what to do with that.
I wanted to believe her, but it wasn’t possible with our past.
Tired of arguing, I let it drop as we walked a little more in silence. The peaceful countryside calmed me down, as a soft breeze brought in the smell of the ocean and the rich song of the native birds played overhead.
“Charlie would love it down here. It’s so beautiful,” Marla said, glancing around at the lush scenery.
“Yeah, I fell in love with the island the first time I came down here.”
“I bet.” Her doe eyes lit bright. “You know what? I have a great idea.”
“What?”
“Let’s call Charlie and invite him to join us. Wouldn’t that be fun?”
I sighed, wondering how I would seduce her with my kid around. “Sure, why not.”
Marla:
Beau didn’t seem thrilled with my announcement, but I thought it would be a wonderful idea for Charlie to spend time with us. Plus, he would also serve as a great buffer between Beau and me.
“I’m gonna call Charlie now,” I said, whipping out my cell phone.
“No, you don’t need to do that,” Beau countered.
“I want to. I want you to have every chance to get to know Charlie.”
He nodded, pacing along the dirt road while I placed the call.
“Hey, Charlie Brown, it’s your mama,” I said as soon as he answered.
“Hello, Momacita. What’s shakin’, bacon?”
I grinned into the phone. “Not much, although I’m in the Bahamas.”
“You went on vacation without me?”
“Um...well, it was supposed to be a quick trip to New York City to sign some papers, but somehow I ended up on a tropical island.”
“Let me guess, this is all Beau’s doing,” he surmised.
“Funny you should mention him; he’s invited you to come down here with us. He’ll send his plane for you tomorrow, if you care to join us?” I asked brightly, hoping he would go for it.
He sighed dramatically. “Yeah, I guess I’ll make the sacrifice to spend some time on the beach, if you’re going to twist my arm.”
I smiled into the phone. “Oh good, I thought you might be willing.”
“Just tell me where to be and when.”
“Absolutely.” After giving Charlie directions to the hangar he would fly out of, I hung up.
“He’s super excited,” I told Beau.
“Yeah, I can tell,” he offered dryly.
It would be good for the three of us to spend time together. We needed it. I wanted to show both guys I really was okay with them getting to know each other.
We walked another mile into the town’s market, which was adorable. Quaintness was infused throughout the street, from the colorful awnings to the little boys in shorts running around selling fruit. We ambled down the row of shops and stands selling their wares.
“You want a purse? Come on, pretty lady.” A little black boy offered as he shot me an impossibly charming smile. “You buy?” He held up a knock-off Gucci purse with a tan checkered pattern with tassels.
“Not today, but thank you.”
He wasn’t deterred. “Pretty lady, we have beautiful bags. Come and see.” He tugged on my shirt and put his hand in mine, dragging me toward his booth.
“You’ll need a bag if you buy any clothes,” Beau pointed out.
“That’s right. I don’t have anything to wear,” I said as a bright turquoise bag caught my attention.
“How much?” I asked, examining the large beach bag.
“For you, forty five dollars.” He gave me an extra big grin.
I wasn’t buying that price. “Oh, no. Would you take twenty for it?”
His brown eyes filled with glee, like he had a fish on a hook. “Thirty-five.”
“Twenty-five,” I countered.
“Thirty.”
I nodded back. “Deal.”
“Done,” he said, holding out his hand for me to pay him.
I dug into my purse, searching for my wallet. But before I could pay the young boy, Beau stepped forward.
“I got it,” he said, handing the kid money.
“You didn’t have to do that.”
“It’s the least I can do. After all, it’s my fault you don’t have anything to wear.” His glance was steamy and sexy.
Damn, he was definitely trying to seduce me.
I ignored his flirtatious tone. “Well, anyway, thank you. That was fun. I always enjoy bartering,” I said, slinging my new bag over my shoulder. “Now I’m going to have to buy some clothes to put in it.”
“That shouldn’t be too hard.” Beau pointed to all the street vendors eager for tourist dollars. “Get whatever you want.”
“Really?”
“Of course.”
I wasn’t about to decline his generous offer. I knew he could afford it.
I shopped like I was a kid in a candy store. I bought a couple of sundresses, two pairs of shorts, a modest one-piece bathing suit, and some pretty island tops.
“That should be more than enough for a couple of days in paradise. But I don’t have any pajamas, though,” I mused as I packed my bathing suit into my new bag.
“Do you really need them?” he asked, his voice curling around me.
“I need something, Beau. I can’t walk around naked.”
“I wouldn’t mind.”
“You might. I’ve had a baby.”
“Yeah, I know. I still wouldn’t mind.” Those words slipped out softly.
I tried not to let those words disarm me. “That’s really sweet, but I’m still going to need something to lounge around in.”
“You can borrow a pair of mine.”
“You wear pajamas now?”
“On occasion.”
I smiled. “I’m gonna have to take your word for it.”
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Beau:
We spent the rest of the afternoon wandering around the village market. Marla celebrated everything with a child-like glee from the baby chicks she held to the reggae music we encountered. She clapped her hands in wonder and reminded me how good she could make me feel by being around her.
“Oh look, there’s some lime pie. Let’s get some,” she said, scurrying over to the stand, over the moon about the damn pie. She bought a slice and brought it back over to me. “You should try this...it’s delicious,” she claimed, shutting her eyes as she savored the taste.
“I don’t eat sweets much.”
“Why?”
“Training.”
“So what do you do for fun?”
“Why do you want to know?”
“Because outside of your harem of women, you seem to live a very disciplined life of work and training. Not much fun. Does
n’t that get old? Don’t you want to let your hair down a little?”
“I let my hair down plenty.”
“Then try some pie,” she said, holding out a bite on a plastic fork.
I couldn’t resist her sweet challenge. I leaned forward, opening my mouth as she gently placed the pie on my tongue. Removing the fork slowly, she watched me as I wrapped my lips around the plastic prongs.
“Oh, that is good,” I said as lime exploded on my taste buds.
“See...a little pleasure can go a long way.”
My eyes lit up with desire, before I could control myself. “I’ll have to remember that.”
“You do that, Shepard,” she said, staring back with hunger in her dark gaze.
Yeah, she wanted it and I was gonna give it to her.
*****
After we got home, I went back to work while Marla retired to her room. The house was still and quiet for a while as I stayed in my office, somewhat working, but thinking and plotting as well.
When Charlie arrived, it was going to be difficult to find the time to put the moves on Marla. She had warmed up nicely and I was close to landing her in my bed.
I let her stew for a couple of hours, knowing she would probably come back downstairs at some point during the night. I was betting on the fact she still liked a late night snack.
Right on schedule, I caught her rummaging around in the kitchen after everyone had gone to bed. I snuck up on her as she had her head in the fridge, her luscious ass sticking out. I stared at her panty line for a moment, imagining what I was going to do to her backside.
“What are you doing?” I yelled loudly, trying to scare her.
“Whaaa!” Marla screamed as she danced around in the blue, silky pajama top, leaving her luscious, muscular legs bare. “Holy shit! You scared me, Beau!”
“Yeah, I can see that. Up for a little midnight snack?”
God, she looked good with her hair down.
She still wore it long. My favorite.
“Yep. I couldn’t sleep, so I snuck down here to get a little treat.”
“Well, help yourself. Don’t let me stop you.”
She pulled out some vanilla ice cream, along with some chocolate sauce and whipped cream.
“You want some?”
“I better not.”
“Come on, Beau. A little ice cream never hurt anyone. Give in to temptation.” Her doe eyes flashed with sensual challenge.
I was ready to take her on. “Serve it up, then.”
I watched as she made us a couple of sundaes. She took her time, heaping whipped cream on bowls of vanilla ice cream covered in chocolate sauce.
“Whoops,” she said as some of the whipped cream landed on her fingers. “Yum,” she purred as she stuck her knuckle in her mouth, licking off the cream with her pretty little tongue.
My cock stirred.
She was practically begging me to make a move.
Marla:
I snuck downstairs, thinking I could grab a quick snack and get back upstairs without anyone noticing.
Yeah, fat chance.
Beau surprised me in the kitchen, scaring the crap out of me. I danced around, while he was all smiles, glancing at my bare legs. I knew I should’ve bought my own pajamas.
When my heart stopped racing, I talked him into having an ice cream sundae. He stood next to me as we ate our ice cream in front of the kitchen island, our arms almost touching as we ate our treat.
“I didn’t even know we had ice cream,” he admitted, pulling his spoon slowly away from his full, even lips.
God, I wanted his mouth on mine. I squeezed my legs together tightly, trying to contain my excitement.
“You don’t get into the kitchen much?” I asked.
“No, I’ve never had a reason to. But I might have to start if you keep sneaking around in that pajama top of mine.”
“I’ll try to control my cravings,” I let out breathlessly, as intimacy curled around the kitchen island, pulling us together.
His gaze flickered up and down my bare legs. “I wish you wouldn’t.”
Attraction hummed between us as I tried to ignore how hot he looked in his khaki shorts and blue T-shirt. The bulging muscles in his shoulders and shredded arms were very distracting. I wanted to run my tongue along the hot lines of his body as we let go of all our inhibitions.
Stop it, Marla...be strong.
“You got a little whipped cream on your nose,” he pointed out softly, as I put my spoon back into my bowl.
“I do?” I asked, patting my nose
“Yeah, don’t move. I’ll get it.”
He leaned in close, his breath warm on my cheek as he gently swiped his finger across my nose. That simple touch fluttered through me, unlocking my most primal need.
“Thanks,” I whispered, as we held there in a suspended time in a little bubble of our own making.
“No problem,” he said, staring at my mouth, his glance full of all the dirty, filthy things he wanted to do to me.
Those thoughts whispered down my body, pooling in my nether region, waiting to explode.
Oh my.
I wanted it.
Wanted it bad.
Without warning, he grabbed a fistful of my pajama top, bringing me against his stomach. He held my gaze with such steamy intensity, I couldn’t help but open up to his desire as my self-control shattered.
My lips parted seductively as he closed in on my wanton invitation. He swooped in and our mouths met, colliding hotly as mad passion broke loose, consuming us the instant we kissed.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, lost in a sea of lust and adoration as his tongue plundered my mouth. My only awareness was his lips devouring mine as his hands roamed my back possessively. Fire lit in my loins as I pressed against him, completely undone.
Heat.
Wetness.
Surrender.
His lips claimed mine repeatedly as we writhed against each other in utter and total abandon. He kissed my throat as I threw my head back in ecstasy.
It couldn’t get any better than having Beau’s mouth on mine...but oh, wait, yes it could.
Moving quickly, he kissed his way down my chest, then my torso, arriving between my legs. His hot breath landed on my skin as he buried his face in my panties.
“God, I’ve missed this,” he breathed out as he tore my lacy briefs to the side and stuck a finger inside my folds. “You’re already wet for me. Your panties are soaked.”
“I can’t help it,” I moaned, as he threw my leg over his shoulder, offering a deeper angle as his mouth kissed the outside of my briefs.
“Oh, my God!” I let out, ready for him to taste me as I leaned backwards against the lip of the granite.
He ripped my panties further to the side, his tongue darting out along my slit. He toyed with me, running his mouth up and down my pussy lips, but not pushing into my folds.
“Come on, Shepard. Don’t be a tease,” I pleaded, glancing down at him.
He grinned up at me. “Oh, just you wait. Climb up on the counter,” he rasped out in a husky voice as he stood up.
I didn’t hesitate. There would be time to analyze everything later. Right then, I wanted to feel his mouth feasting on my pussy.
With his big hands on my hips, Beau helped me jump up on the counter, where I lay back as he stepped between my legs. The granite felt cool against my skin as Beau unceremoniously pulled my panties down my legs and raised them to his nose, sniffing their scent.
“So sweet, Marla. Love that smell, but I want to taste you.” He threw my panties on the floor as he stared intently at my pussy.
I loved how much he wanted me.
He ran his fingers in a V up and down my pink folds, while stroking my clit gently with his other thumb.
A girl can only stand so much teasing. “Taste me, Shepard. I want to feel your mouth on my clit,” I begged.
That need set him on fire. His hands clasped my ass, cupping my cheeks and bringing me to the ed
ge of the granite as he splayed my legs open. He buried his tongue deep into my slit, spreading my wetness out along the folds, before he circled my clit with his tongue.
“Ooh,” I moaned as his expert mouth suckled me with an exquisite pressure that had my eyes rolling back in my head.
I surrendered to his masterful touch as his tongue incited...oh, oh, what were the words…magic, heaven, bliss. My hands found the back of his head, pushing his delicious mouth further into my folds.
Pleasure surged through my nerve endings as I groaned long and hard. “Oooh!” I let out, arching back.
His tongue swirled furiously on my clit before, sliding it toward my hole where he shoved it deep, deep into me, possessing my pussy so thoroughly, it was as if he were fucking me.
“Oh Beau, you were good before, but now...oh...” I shuddered as he brought me under again with the rapid flick of his tongue against my little love nub.
He drove my body higher, higher until a high-pitched scream came tearing out of my throat as pleasure ripped through me. My thighs clamped down around his head as I bucked, but he stayed with me, riding out my climax with his mouth buried deep in my pink folds.
Oh, fuck...that was fantastic.
Beau:
Her taste was addicting.
I couldn’t get enough.
She’d already come once, but I shoved two fingers inside her, curling them toward her g-spot as my mouth devoured her.
I had forgotten how good her pussy tasted as I suckled on her fine honey pot. She tasted the same, but it was smoother, richer, like a fine wine, which had aged to perfection.
My dick pushed hard against my shorts, begging to be let out. But I was determined to make Marla scream in pleasure again as I worked her pussy over.
Flick, flick went the tip of my tongue against her clit as she rolled her hips and let out breathless moans, indicating she was close. She gasped loudly as her thighs quivered in pleasure. She cried out again, her back arching beautifully as she came hard a second time.
She lay back, staring at me. Fire was in her gaze, daring me to give it to her. I tore open my shorts, my cock springing out as I tapped it along her pretty little pussy.