Finding Her Fantasy

by Trista Ann Michaels

  Melinda immediately froze.

  He released his grip on her hair and used both hands to gently massage her ass. His thumbs moved lower, stroking the area between her pussy entrance and ass.

  “Relax, baby. You can take me and the toy.”

  Melinda moaned and dropped her head against the railing. The exposure of being outside where anyone could see, the feel of him inside her, touching her, all of it was incredibly overwhelming. The toy, despite the fact it wasn’t that big, still felt huge inside her ass as he very gently pressed his cock even deeper.

  “Mmm, nice and tight,” he murmured in a deep, sexy timbre that sent her heart pounding almost out of control.

  He pistoned in inch by inch, filling her with his thick, hard cock. She groaned and began to work her hips with his, meeting his thrusts and taking even more of him. Soon pain and discomfort gave way to blinding pleasure.

  “That’s it, baby,” he murmured. “Just a little more.”

  He pressed forward again, and she felt his balls press against her pussy. She knew then he was balls deep, that she’d taken every last inch.

  “Damn you feel good,” he purred as he rocked his hips against her, keeping his cock deep, allowing her body to become accustomed to the dual invasion.

  Without warning, he pulled back, almost all the way out, then pressed back in. Not hard, but slow, letting her feel every inch of his thick shaft as he fucked her. Melinda shivered and pressed her hips back. A loud groan echoed through her ears and was carried away on the wind. Had that been her?

  He held still deep inside her again, then tugged at the plug in her ass. Melinda gasped at the shocking pleasure of him moving the plug in and out. He pressed it deep again, then pulled his cock almost all the way out before sliding into her slowly.

  “Oh God,” she said with a sigh as he pressed deep.

  He bent over her once more and tugged her head up by her hair. Melinda trembled at the slight pain of him pulling her hair, the way he bent her neck backward so he could whisper in her ear.

  “Are you ready for me to fuck this pussy?” he asked.

  “Yes,” she hissed. “Oh, yes.”

  He stood straight, his hand still gripping her hair, and began to pound into her so hard, she had to grip the railing for support. Every thrust sent her soaring, pushed her even closer to the edge of release. His grunts of pleasure mingled with her cries and the sound of the ocean as it slapped against the sand.

  At that moment she didn’t care who heard her, who saw her. All she cared about was the way he felt moving inside her, the way he roughly fucked her, the way he made her scream for more.

  Her release built fast and strong. She tried to fight it off, to prolong it, but her body wouldn’t listen. She screamed and scattered a flock of birds that had landed in a nearby tree to enjoy the show.

  Her body shattered anew with every thrust of his cock. He slowed slightly and moaned. “I can feel the throbs in your walls suck at me. I like that feeling.”

  Melinda moaned and worked her hips with his, shocked at how his deep voice could make her so hot.

  “I want to feel it again.” He reached around and pinched her clit. With a gasp, she found herself falling once more. “Come for me again, Mel. I want to feel that pussy suck my cock as I explode along with you.”

  His words finished her off, and she heard herself screaming as a second orgasm raced through her. Behind her, he growled and pressed deep. The throbs in his cock vibrated along her walls, making her tremble.

  Sighing, she dropped her head back to the railing. She wasn’t sure she could move much less stand up. Erik gripped her hips and slowly pumped his cock in and out, as though stroking her inner walls. He stopped and smoothed his hands over her ass before bending and placing a soft kiss between her shoulder blades.

  She’d never had sex that good. She’d never come twice. What the hell would she do when she left here? Oh God. What had her brother done?

  “Erik?” she whispered, although truthfully she was unsure what she was going to say.

  She needed to go home? She needed to get away from him before she fell in love with him? She’d been vulnerable. She was vulnerable. All of this was too much for her right now. Wasn’t it? Or was it just the sex talking? The afterglow of an incredible orgasm?

  “Shhh,” Erik whispered. “I know, Mel. But don’t over think it right now.”

  * * * *

  Melinda awoke the next morning feeling much better about things. She wasn’t in love with Erik. It was just the incredible sex that had her so emotional. She would be stupid to fall in love with any man after what happened to her. How could she know they weren’t after her money? Not to mention they were probably just doing this as a favor to her brother. Marcus believed she needed a week or two of incredible sex and that’s what they were giving her. She would be smart to remember that.

  After a quick glance at the clock on the bedside table, she threw the covers off and jumped into the shower. She’d spent at least part of the night wrapped in Erik’s arms. At some point she’d thought she’d heard voices and rolled over to see Jon standing over the bed speaking softly to Erik.

  She’d expected him to join them, but instead he’d winked at her and then left, leaving her alone to cuddle with Erik. Seconds later she’d fallen back asleep. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a peaceful night’s sleep.

  After showering, she dried off and headed naked through the halls. It had become easier, and her confidence had even grown a little. She walked with her head up now instead of her shoulders slumped. She supposed she had at least that to thank them for before she left.

  The thought of leaving sent a sharp pain through her rib cage, but she brushed it off. She was not falling in love with Jon and Erik. Yes, they were rich—unbelievably rich—so why would they want or need her money? She’d known them a while, and she supposed she trusted them, but…

  No! Stop! It’s just sex. It’s just for fun. Period.

  With a nod to reaffirm her determination, she strolled toward the outdoor kitchen, following the smell of bacon and coffee. Her stomach rumbled as the scents filled the air, reminding her just how long it had been since she’d eaten anything.

  She stepped through the doors and into the warm tropical breezes that flowed up from the ocean. Bright morning sunshine glittered over the waves, turning the water a gorgeous shade of blue. She had a sudden desire to run into those waves and soak up the warm sunshine.

  She’d been so wrapped up in the scenery she didn’t notice Jon before he walked up behind her and slapped her on the ass. She jumped and squealed before turning to glare at him. Erik’s chuckle floated across the breeze from the other end of the table while Jon just grinned and walked over to take his seat.

  “Morning, love,” Jon said with a smile as he sat down. “Better eat up. I think Erik was planning on taking you shopping today.”

  Her mood instantly picked up. “Shopping?”

  Erik smiled. “Why is it the mention of shopping can always lighten a woman’s mood?”

  “Because women love to shop, especially if the man is paying,” she replied as she took her seat and began to fill her plate. “Which I’m assuming after all the torture you’ve put me through, you will be.”

  Jon snickered. “Did I tell you, Erik, that I misplaced my wallet the other day?”

  “You have cash,” Erik reminded him. “The torture is half yours, after all, so therefore the bill is half yours.”

  “And I have very expensive taste,” Melinda teased as she placed a bite of pineapple on her tongue.

  She smiled as she chewed, looking forward to an afternoon spent shopping. She wasn’t really going to make them pay for everything. Why should she when she had her own money, but she couldn’t resist teasing them.

  Chapter 12

  Melinda strolled through the streets of Belize City between Erik and Jon, enjoying the warm, late-morning sunshine. She’d already found two dresses, a lovely piece of
art she’d had sent back home, and a gorgeous amethyst bracelet.

  When Erik had pulled out his credit card at the first store to pay, she’d shook her head and pulled out her own. When he’d looked at her in question, she’d shrugged and whispered it was too much like paying her for sex. He’d nodded in understanding and put his card away.

  She knew he hadn’t intended it that way, but still. She felt better paying for things herself.

  Jon pointed toward a coffee shop just a half block away. Melinda smiled and followed him toward the small shop with tables lined outside on the sidewalk. They each took a seat and slid their packages under the table.

  Erik leaned his forearms on the table and began to fidget with the napkin. He’d seemed pensive and distant most of the morning. Not for the first time, she wondered what was bothering him.

  “Melinda…Jon and I need to talk to you about something,” he began.

  Tension stiffened her spine at the ominous tone in his voice. Had last night affected him too and now he wanted to send her home early? Was the fact that he was friends with her brother freaking him out?

  “Okay,” she hedged.

  The waitress walked over and interrupted whatever he’d been about to say. While Erik placed their orders, she glanced over at Jon and noticed the worry lines around his eyes had deepened. Had something happened?

  Once the waitress had gone, Erik sighed and gave her an apologetic look. “I hate to have to ask you about your former boyfriend, but…”

  She raised an eyebrow. Nothing like ruining a perfectly good day. “Why on earth would you want to ask me about Clark?”

  “I know it’s a bit odd, but it’s important,” Jon said.

  “Why?” she asked.

  “How much did he know about your finances?” Erik asked.

  Melinda frowned. “My finances?”

  Erik nodded.

  “If you’re talking about how much money I have, then I believe he knew about all of it. Now that I think back, he even tried to covertly get my Swiss passwords. Why?”

  “Marcus moved the Swiss accounts, correct?” Erik asked.

  “Yeah, he moved them to…” She scowled, her mistrust growing all of a sudden. Her brother had moved the accounts right after Clark dumped her, but he’d told her it was because of the new tax laws and disclosure between Switzerland and the U.S. “Why are you asking me about that?”

  Erik let out a slow breath and studied his clasped hands. His tan skin looked even darker against the white of the linen tablecloth.

  “I know about the trust your grandfather left and how it’s set up.”

  “Right,” she drawled. “That no one but me and Marcus can access it, and if I marry, an airtight prenup kicks in and prevents my new husband from getting any of it.”

  “Yes,” Erik said as he sat back allowing the waitress to set their coffees down as well as the pastries he’d ordered.

  Melinda waited until the girl left and then frowned at Erik. “What are you getting at, Erik?”

  “The money you’ve earned on your own is not as well protected and now resides in the Caymans, correct?”

  She didn’t answer, just lifted her coffee cup and took a sip of the strong South American drink. “What’s your point?” she asked suspiciously.

  “I think you’re doing a lousy job at this, Erik,” Jon said with just a hint of amusement.

  Erik sighed. “Yeah, I know. Before we left, Marcus told me that Clark had been following you. He believes since his plan to marry into your money failed, he will try to get it another way.”

  Melinda’s eyes went wide. “Marcus thinks Clark would physically hurt me?” She laughed, surprising both men. “Oh, give me a break. Clark is harmless. He has nothing to gain by killing me. The money would revert to Marcus, even if we’d married. My grandfather didn’t trust anybody.”

  “He could torture you for your passcodes and empty out your accounts before you could blink an eye,” Jon offered.

  Melinda stopped her cup halfway to her lips. Would Clark do that? Really?

  “Why are you telling me this?” she asked.

  “Because Clark has fallen off the radar. Your brother had a pretty tight lock on his every move until the day we brought you here,” Erik said. “We haven’t been able to find him since.”

  She set her cup down and frowned. “That’s…” She wasn’t sure whether to be angry or grateful. “That doesn’t mean anything. If he was watching me, then he saw me leave with you. He’s just off licking his wounds somewhere, not plotting a snatch and grab.”

  “We wanted you to know so you can be aware and careful. Don’t go off anywhere without either me or Jon, both would be even better,” Erik said.

  Jon set his cup down and added, “It might not be a bad idea either to have Marcus change your passwords to something you don’t know. Just in case.”

  “Then how would I access the money?” she asked drily.

  “It’s just a temporary solution, Mel. Just until we find him. You still have access to your money through debit cards; you just wouldn’t be able to access it online without the codes.”

  Melinda trusted her brother, so that wasn’t the issue. Her problem was with herself. Was Clark really capable of something like that, and if he was, how had she missed it? How had she been so blinded by her attraction to him that she didn’t catch the small hints to his real character?

  The realization that she’d been so stupid and so blind only left her feeling insecure and uncertain. If she’d missed things about him, could she also be missing signs in others as well?

  “This is like one of those made for TV movies where the sister is cleverly swindled out of every last dime, then left to rot in a ditch while her brother and his girlfriend live high on the hog with her stolen money,” she mumbled as she stared into her coffee cup.

  Melinda tried to make the words sound lighthearted, but something in her voice must’ve given her away.

  “Are you fucking insane?” Erik snapped. “If you really think that’s what your brother is up to, I need to take you somewhere private and beat the shit out of your ass so hard you wouldn’t be able to sit for a month.”

  Melinda stared in surprise at Erik’s angry expression. “It was a joke,” she whispered.

  “The hell it was,” Erik growled. “You should know better, Mel. You’re a smart woman. So you made a mistake. We all do. It’s part of life, but you can’t let that mistake dictate your every move.”

  “But how will I know?” she asked in exasperation. “How will I ever know what someone really wants from me?”

  Erik reached out and covered her hand with his. The comforting touch of his fingers over hers sent tingles up her arm to settle around her heart.

  “You may never know for certain. We’re not mind readers, but sometimes you just have to take a leap and have faith that it will all work out.”

  She swallowed the sudden lump in her throat that threatened to choke her. Blinking back tears and drawing in a slightly shaky breath, she pulled her hand out from under Erik’s and reached for her cup.

  Could she do that? Just have faith? Maybe someday, but not yet.

  She started to take a sip and then narrowed her eyes over the rim of the cup as she studied Erik, then Jon. “Does all this warning stuff have something to do with the snake that we found in my bed?”

  Jon sighed. “Yes and no. It’s not unheard of for snakes to get into the house, but it’s never happened before, so we just want to be cautious.”

  She snorted. “So in your mind he’s either trying to kill me for revenge or maybe even just for the hell of it, or he has nothing to do with the snake, but you think he might try to grab and torture me for my codes?”

  Erik snickered behind his cup. “She makes it sound preposterous, doesn’t she?”

  “Preposterous or not, I would feel better if you would follow our instructions without argument,” Jon replied.

  She shrugged one shoulder and took a sip of her coffee. “Fi
ne. I can play victim in protective custody. Just don’t ask me to wait on you hand and foot.”

  Erik and Jon shared a chuckle. “Oh, now it’s on,” Erik murmured, making the hairs on the back of her neck stand on end.

  Just what had she gotten herself into?

  * * * *

  Melinda didn’t have to wait long to find out just what she was in for. Why had she made that comment about not waiting on them hand and foot?

  She stared at Erik, her mouth hanging open. “You can’t be serious.”

  Erik dropped into the wicker chair and frowned up at her. The warm breeze ruffled his hair, giving him a boyish appearance that contrasted with the dangerous glint in his blue eyes.

  “I’m dead serious, Melinda,” he growled.

  “I wouldn’t push him if I were you, Mel,” Jon drawled. “You basically issued a challenge at the coffee shop earlier, and now he plans to make you do exactly what you said you wouldn’t.”

  “It’s one thing to be a Dom when it comes to sex, but I’m not your damn maid, and I’m damn sure not going to hand-feed you. If you want a bowl of fruit, get up and fix it yourself.”

  Jon’s lips twitched, but Erik’s eyes narrowed into hard slits. “Excuse me?”

  She put her hands on her hips and bent closer, so he could hear her more clearly. “I said no.”

  Erik stood up so fast the chair scooted across the terra-cotta tile that covered the upper veranda. Melinda’s back went straight as a rod, and her chin tilted defiantly in the air.

  I have a safe word. I have a safe word. What the hell is my safe word?

  “Damn that’s hot as hell,” Jon murmured off to the side, but Melinda ignored him.

  Her eyes were on Erik’s intense, angry blue ones as he stared down his nose at her, sending dark currents of need across every inch of her flesh. God, what the hell was the matter with her?

  “I was going to let the clothes slide this evening, but I believe I’ve changed my mind. Strip, Melinda. Now.”

  Melinda’s mouth dropped open, and then she quickly clamped it shut. Damn bossy prick. Fine. It wasn’t like she hadn’t been naked around here anyway. She could handle a strip tease.