McCarthys [10] Meant for Love

by Marie Force

  “I’m going to drop you if you keep that up.”

  “You won’t drop me,” she said confidently.

  “No, I won’t.”

  They reached the beach, and he put her down. Before she knew what hit her, they were on the sand, wrapped up in each other and kissing with heated desperation. The frenzy of their embrace knocked every thought from her mind that didn’t involve the sweep of his tongue in her mouth and the press of his rigid cock against her belly.

  “I thought I was going nuts waiting for you to text me,” he whispered as he kissed his way to the upper slope of her breasts, tugging her tank top down as he went. “All I have to do is think about you, and I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

  Fueled by the desperation she heard in his voice, she reached down to cup him and discovered he was, in fact, hard as a rock. His groan seemed to come from the deepest part of him, making his chest rumble against hers.

  “I thought you wanted to swim,” she said.

  “I do, but that’s not all I want.” He started pulling at her clothes, making her laugh at his fumbling attempts to get her naked.

  “Quit laughing at me and help.”

  “Why? It’s fun to laugh at you.”

  Working together, they stripped each other of denim and cotton and lace. When they were naked, he moved fast, hauling her over his shoulder and running for the water as she screamed with laughter.

  “This is what you get for laughing at me.”

  “Alex! Don’t!”

  But of course he did, and when she came up for air, she blew a mouthful of water in his face.

  “A declaration of war.” He dunked her again, and she came up sputtering. Then he dove under and grabbed her ankles, pulling her feet out from under her.

  Realizing she was outmatched, she called for a time-out and pushed her sopping hair out of her face. “I had no idea you were so mean.”

  “Don’t be a sissy. Fight back.”

  She saw red at the word “sissy.” Eyeing him shrewdly, she plugged her nose daintily and dropped under the water. It was just dark enough that he couldn’t gauge her intent until she took his hard cock and a gallon of water into her mouth. Since she hadn’t touched him anywhere else, she could tell she’d completely shocked him, because he went rigid. She dragged her teeth gently along his length until he popped free of her mouth, and she floated to the surface, looking up at him triumphantly. “Sissy?”

  He shook his head, his eyes wide with pleasure and shock. “That was crazy hot. Do it again.”

  She did it again and again and again, until he released into her mouth under the water. Jenny came up for air and a sanity check. Who had she become since she met him? Someone who ran around naked outside, gave underwater blowjobs and was happier than she’d been in years. That’s who.

  He dropped down into the water and gathered her into his tight embrace. “If I wasn’t already flat on my fucking face in love with you, I would be after that.”

  “You called me a sissy.”

  “I’ll never make that mistake again—or maybe I will. The punishment was well worth the crime.”

  “You’re flat on your fucking face in love with me?”

  “You have to ask?”

  “I do like the way you say things, but if you could leave the F bombs at home when you’re with my parents tomorrow night, I’d appreciate that.”

  “I’ll try my best,” he said, sounding like a chastised little boy.

  “Try very hard.”

  “I am very hard.”

  “Again?”

  “Always, when you’re around.”

  “I thought you had to go home.”

  “I do,” he said as he lifted her and brought her down on his cock.

  Jenny gasped and shuddered as she stretched to accommodate him.

  “But not until I take care of you—a couple of times.”

  ***

  She had no reason to be nervous about her parents meeting Alex. They would love him because she did. But the nerves had been with her all day as she showed her parents around the island, introduced them to several of her friends and took them to lunch at the Oar Bar, which they loved.

  By the time they walked into the Lobster House to meet Alex at seven, Jenny was a hot mess. In her twisted mind, this evening had been blown up into something much bigger than it should’ve been.

  He stood and took her breath away with the way he looked at her with relief and pleasure and appreciation for the dress she’d chosen. He looked handsome in khaki pants and a light-colored dress shirt that highlighted his deep tan.

  She’d been so caught up in him that she failed to immediately notice that Marion was with him.

  “Paul and I got our wires crossed,” he said quietly. “I was hoping you wouldn’t mind.”

  “Of course I don’t. Hi, Marion. It’s so nice to see you again.”

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m Jenny, Alex’s friend. We’ve met several times recently.”

  “Jenny.”

  “Yes, and these are my parents, Hugh and Karen Wilks. Mom, Dad, this is Alex Martinez and his mother, Marion.” Jenny hadn’t mentioned Marion’s dementia to her parents, but they had experience with the ailment and would recognize it for what it was.

  “I don’t know these people,” Marion said stiffly.

  “They’re new friends, Mom,” Alex said with endless patience, even though Jenny could see the tension in the set of his jaw and shoulders. “Jenny is my girlfriend, and these are her parents.” He shook hands with her parents. “So nice to meet you. Jenny talks about you all the time.”

  “Good stuff, I hope,” her dad said, making Alex laugh and breaking the ice.

  “All good.”

  They were shown to their table, which Alex had upgraded from a four-top to a five before she arrived. He sat between her and his mother, but as soon as they were seated, he reached for Jenny’s hand under the table, which calmed and settled her. It would be okay. He loved her, and her parents were thrilled to know that, so Jenny had no need to worry.

  “I don’t know these people, Alexander,” Marion said after they’d ordered drinks and dinner. “Where’s Daddy?”

  “He couldn’t come, Mom.”

  “Why not? I never go out to eat without him.”

  Jenny’s heart broke for Alex and the pain it caused him whenever he had to remind his mother that his father had died.

  “He’s working late tonight, Marion,” Jenny said. “He’ll see you at home.”

  Alex sent her a grateful smile.

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m Jenny, and these are my parents, Hugh and Karen.”

  Marion seemed appeased for the moment with the introductions and took a bite of the roll that Alex had buttered for her.

  “What do you think of our island so far?” Alex asked her parents.

  “It’s breathtaking,” Karen said. “I can see why Jenny loves it so much.” As her mother said the words, she looked directly at Alex, and the double meaning wasn’t lost on Jenny. Her mother liked him, and Jenny had no doubt her parents respected the gentle way he handled his mother and her condition.

  The dinner was a trial for Marion. Her confusion was worse than Jenny had ever seen it before. Under his breath, Alex told her it was a difficult time of day. “Maybe we should go home and catch up with you guys tomorrow.”

  “Where’s George?” Marion said. “He should be here. I don’t go out to eat without George. Who are these people? Why are we here?”

  Since Alex seemed on the verge of breaking, Jenny leaned across him. “Marion, would you like to go for a walk to the ladies’ room with me?”

  “Who are you?”

  “I’m Jenny, Alex’s girlfriend.”

  “Alexander doesn’t have a girlfriend. He’s too young for such things.” Her gaze narrowed as she studied Jenny. “Are you sleeping with him? I’ll have you arrested! You’re taking advantage of a boy!”

  Alex’s audible gasp caugh
t the attention of diners all around them. “I’m so sorry. We’re going to call it a night. It was great to meet you. I hope to see you again while you’re here.”

  “It was great to meet you, too, Alex, and Marion,” Karen said. “I’m sure we’ll see you again before we leave.”

  Jenny got up to walk them out, but he stopped her with the gentle press of his hand on her arm. “It’s okay. Stay with your folks. I’m really sorry about this.”

  “There’s nothing to be sorry about. I’ll call you later?”

  “Yeah, I guess.” Without looking back, he escorted his mother from the restaurant.

  As Jenny returned to her seat, she told herself it didn’t matter that he’d gone out of his way not to look at her as he said good-bye. The belly that had once fluttered with nerves now sank with dread. His good-bye had felt awfully final.

  “Well,” she said to her parents, “that’s Alex. And his mom.”

  “She’s so young,” Karen said, her eyes soft with compassion.

  “I know.”

  “Does he have siblings?”

  “He has a brother. They’ve been managing her situation on their own while trying to run their landscaping business. It’s been a struggle.”

  “He’s very good with her.”

  “Yes, they both are. It’s impressive, but it’s a lot on them, especially living here where there’re no facilities or anything like that. They’re in the process of hiring a nurse to come here to help them.”

  “They say the measure of a man is in the way he cares for his mother,” Hugh said. “If that’s the case, then it seems like you’ve found a man truly worthy of your affection.”

  Jenny couldn’t agree more, but she also couldn’t shake the feeling of impending doom that had come over her as he’d walked away from her.

  Chapter 23

  The discomfort grew with every minute Jenny spent away from Alex. At nine-thirty, she sent him a text.

  Just dropped my parents at the hotel. Are you around?

  She waited several minutes, and when he didn’t reply, she headed home. Halfway there, she executed a U-turn and went to his house instead. Her heart pounded so hard she wondered why she didn’t pass out. He was upset about what’d happened at dinner, and understandably so, but she couldn’t stop thinking about the future they’d dreamed of together. Those dreams had her turning into the driveway that led to Martinez Lawn & Garden, even if she wasn’t entirely sure she’d be welcome.

  The house was dark except for a single light glowing in the living room. Jenny parked her car and got out, heading for the porch on trembling legs.

  “What’re you doing here?”

  His voice in the dark startled her. “I came to see you.”

  “Why?”

  Jenny followed his voice to the rockers on the porch. “Because I wanted to see if you’re okay.”

  “I’m great, so you don’t need to stay. You should go spend time with your folks while they’re here.” His voice was so cold, so devoid of the emotion she’d come to expect from him that it made her shiver despite the warm summer night. In the silence that stretched between them, the only sound she could hear was that of crickets chirping. “Go, Jenny. There’s nothing for you here.”

  His words sliced through her recently healed heart with the precision of a surgeon’s scalpel. She bit back a gasp from the pain that gathered in her chest and radiated through her entire body. If she walked away from him now, she sensed she’d never see him again.

  Because never seeing him again simply wasn’t an option, she moved toward him rather than away. Her eyes had adjusted to the dark, so she was able to see the white shirt and khakis. Moving quickly, before she could change her mind, she slid onto his lap.

  He stiffened in resistance. “What’re you doing?”

  She put her arms around him and laid her lips on his. “This.” Turning her head, she kissed him again. “And this.” With her hand cupping his cheek, she ran her tongue over his bottom lip and felt his resistance begin to give way.

  He turned his face. “Don’t.”

  “Why not? I love you. Why wouldn’t I kiss you and touch you and be with you when you’re upset?”

  “Because!” The single word burst free with the power of a gunshot blast. “This is my life. Right here. I was fooling myself to think I could have you, too. It’s not fair. You’ve been through so much. You don’t need this.”

  “Is that what you think? That your mother’s illness is too much for me?”

  “Hell, it’s too much for me, and she’s my mother! What she fucking said to you, in front of your parents…” His voice broke on the last word, breaking her heart right along with it.

  “Alex, we’ve been there, remember? My grandmother had it, too. Nothing your mother said or did tonight bothered us.”

  “It bothered me. It fucking infuriated me. That she’d say that to you. And don’t tell me it’s the disease. I know that. But she’s my mother, and she basically called the woman I love a whore in front of her parents. Is that the life you want?”

  “If it includes you, then yes, it is.”

  He shook his head. “I care about you too much to do that to you.”

  “So you’re doing this instead? You get me to fall in love with you and then you walk away the first time it gets hard?”

  “That’s not what I’m doing.”

  “Isn’t it? When I lost Toby, that was the worst thing I’ve ever been through, but at least I know he didn’t leave me because he wanted to.”

  “And you think I do? You’re the only thing keeping me sane. But I have to be fair to you, and this…” He gestured toward the house, where his mother presumably slept. “This isn’t fair.”

  Jenny’s composure began to waver at the finality she heard in his voice. “Please don’t decide that for me,” she said softly, leaning her forehead against his. “Please.”

  “I need some time to think. What happened tonight… It was like a slap in the face and a wake-up call all at once, a reminder of where my obligations are and where they’ll be for the foreseeable future.”

  “Have I ever given you any indication that I don’t understand where your obligations are?”

  “No, you’ve been awesome and amazing and incredible about it.”

  “I guess I fail to see the issue, but I’m not going to force myself on you.” She stood and immediately mourned the loss of his heat and his touch. “You know where I am if you figure out that it doesn’t have to be one or the other. It can be both, and we can make it work, but only if it’s what you want, too. I won’t bother you again.”

  “Jenny.”

  If only she couldn’t hear his anguish in the way he said her name.

  “I’m sorry,” Alex said. “I hate myself for doing this to you, but it’s for the best. You’ll see that.”

  Because there was simply no way to convey to him that she’d never see how this was for the best, she left him on the porch and went to her car, feeling like a robot.

  Jenny drove home on autopilot and, except for the time she spent with her parents before they left, when she faked a cheerful veneer so they wouldn’t worry about her, she stayed there for the next week. Unfortunately, she was very well trained in hiding heartbreak from the people closest to her.

  She refused to allow in the pain that hovered on the edge of her consciousness as she forced herself through a daily routine that consisted of sleep, enough food to stay alive and more sleep.

  She dodged her friends, didn’t go to work at the store and didn’t take the calls from Paul that stopped after the third day. The only Martinez brother she wanted to hear from didn’t call.

  Sydney came on the fifth day, marching in the mudroom door and up the stairs, calling out for Jenny on the way up. “Where are you?”

  Jenny was on the sofa in the sitting room, still wearing the pajamas she’d changed into after her last shower two days ago. “Here.”

  “What the hell is going on?” Syd asked, zeroing
in on her on the sofa. “You’re not taking our calls. No one has seen you. What gives?”

  “He broke up with me.”

  “No… Why?”

  Jenny moved her feet so Syd could sit on the other end of the sofa. “Because of his mother and his guilt and his sense of obligation that apparently doesn’t extend to me.”

  “I don’t get it. He’s crazy about you. We all saw that. It’s all we’ve talked about since Saturday. Grace is trying to take credit for it. She thinks she introduced you to him at the Tiki. I didn’t tell her otherwise, but you’d be doing us all a favor if you could set her straight at some point.”

  Jenny knew her friend was trying to cheer her up with the silly story. However, nothing could cheer her up except an indication from Alex that he’d changed his mind, but she’d given up on that happening a couple of days ago. Her eyes welled with tears, which was funny because she would’ve thought her tear ducts had run dry by now.

  “God, I’m so sorry, Jenny. This totally blows.”

  “It reminds me far too much of another time in my life. I never thought I’d feel that bad again, but this is…” There were no words for what this was. “I love him so much. I love everything about him. I even love his brother and his mother. I don’t care that she’s sick or that she might need me or he might need me. I don’t care about any of that.”

  “And you told him so?”

  Jenny nodded. “It didn’t matter.”

  Sydney blew out a deep breath. “Well, if that’s the way he wants to be, you’ll have to show him it doesn’t matter.”

  “And how do you propose I do that?”

  “You need to get right back on the horse and start going out again. There’s no way we’re going to let you hole up here by yourself.”

  “I don’t know, Syd. I’m not really in the mood to be out and about.”

  “I know, honey, but I won’t let you go backward. Not after all the progress you’ve made. Why don’t you pack a bag and come spend a couple of days with us? We’ll keep you company and get you through this.”

  “That’s very kind of you, but you and Luke have baby-making to do, and you don’t need me underfoot for that.”