Flash Drive

by Jacqueline DeGroot

  “Oh, and how would that have gone? ‘Hi, I’m Garrett, and I know that you dream about being married to a man who loves showing your pussy to his brothers, and that you would be perfectly fine with marrying a business man who takes you on business trips, just so he can drag you to a gynecologist in every city, so he can watch them examine you, or that you’d have no qualms if your husband, who was overseas fighting for our country, sent you a surrogate husband to keep you entertained. Just how would that have gone?”

  “I see your point.”

  “Once I found out who you were, I knew I wanted to get to know you. And not just from what was on your flash drive. I was already halfway in love with you by that time. Actually being with you, talking with you, making love and having kinky sex with you, iced it—it took me all the way there. I love you so much, Laurel. I want to spend all my days and nights fulfilling each and every fantasy that comes into that pretty little head of yours. I want to hold you in my arms when we’re exhausted from our efforts. And one day I want to make a baby or two with you. I’m so glad you’re mine, Laurel. By marrying me, you make all my dreams come true. And I promise, I’ll take you to a convention of OBGYNs if that’s what you want. I want to make you happy above all else.”

  When she didn’t say anything, just looked up at his face with tears in her eyes, he sweetened the pot. “For our honeymoon, I’m taking you to someplace tropical. We’ll find a nice nude beach and I’ll insist you get an all over

  tan . . .”

  “Will you be naked, too?”

  “Is that how your story goes?”

  “Maybe.”

  “I’ll follow whatever script you come up with as long as it means you’ll say yes to always being with me.”

  “Yes.” She leaned over and kissed his cheek. “Did you read the one about the Rakehell Society and the stable lass?”

  “Sweetheart,” he murmured as he pulled up to the stoplight, then pressed his lips against her neck as he nibbled his way back to her ear, “I read them all. Over and over and over again. If we need to do something on a horse, I’ll go buy one.” His hand slipped under her shirt and skimmed her midriff.

  “No, no horse. But feel free to take me someplace where you can mount me and ride me hard.”

  “It’d be my pleasure. Hmmm . . . I suppose since I’m chartering the plane, we can afford to take some time to consummate our marriage.”

  In the driveway, he lifted her off the seat and carried her to house.

  “You’ll have to carry me through the garage,” she said with a giggle, “I don’t have my key, just the code for the garage door.” They did not make it far into the house. As soon as he used the button on the wall to close the garage door he carried her through the connecting door and deposited her on the first soft piece of furniture he came to.

  The bolster on the leather sofa served as a fine place to bend her over and let his “stallion” play.

  Twenty minutes later, the gang showed up with cake and champagne, and they were toasted and congratulated over and over again, as Garrett was welcomed into the fold. Ribald jokes ensued, and advice from the men was offered, while the girls helped Laurel pack.

  Then the truck was loaded, and Garrett phoned the pilot that they were on their way.

  Chapter Seventy-five

  Laurel was nervous, scared, and excited. She tended to over think things, and Garrett was trying to coax her down to the beach. She’d gone shy on him, and he was frustrated that she seemed ashamed of what she called her “over-the-top highly perverted issues.” She was upset that she wasn’t more normal in her sexual preferences. For two days she’d been so disgusted with herself that she hadn’t allowed herself to free her mind and just play.

  She was wearing the absolute tiniest bikini. The top was a narrow bandeau, gathered in the center with a jeweled clasp. The bottom the lowest rise bikini imaginable, he doubted there was much more than two inches of fabric covering her mound. There really wasn’t all that much more to remove, he thought with a grin as he led her away from the pool area.

  “We don’t get to choose our erotic fantasies, Laurel. The things that zing you and make your body thrum with pleasure are triggered by nuances you have little say over. Say you’re a fifteen-year-old boy, and a girl in a short pleated skirt with knee-high socks smiles at you, or your best friend’s mother flashes her cleavage when she stoops down to pick up something. So ten years later, a girl in a school uniform makes your staff swell and salute the heavens, an older woman wearing a low-cut blouse makes your fingers twitch. So while I love the way things are, we both know that you need more. So let’s do this, shall we? Let’s explore one of your fantasies again—the sex on the beach one. They named a drink after it, so you know you can’t be the only one who has this fantasy. And this is the perfect place for it. No one knows us here. No one.”

  He took her hand, kissed it, and gently pulled her down the steps leading to the beach. Then he walked alongside her, her hand gripped in his until they were out of sight of the hotel.

  When they were on the other side of a secluded cove, in the shade of a single curving coconut palm, he stopped and turned her to face him. He took her face between his hands and kissed her thoroughly, their tongues meshing and seeking, their breathing accelerating and becoming harsh with desire. He stopped kissing her and stared into her languorous green eyes. She knew he could see into the depths where her dark passions churned with want . . . need.

  “Right here, right now, I’m going to eat your pussy. With the seagulls and pelicans as an audience, I’m going to taste you as you come.”

  He smiled as he watched her face and neck flush, her teeth sink into her bottom lip, and he listened as her breathing changed. He turned her so she wasn’t facing the bright sun, and then aligned himself so he stood in front of her before dropping to his knees. He kissed her navel and then followed it down until his lips met her tiny spandex bikini bottom, before hooking it with his thumbs and pulling it down past her knees. When she was bare from the waist down, he brusquely gripped her hips and took her hard with his mouth.

  After rooting relentlessly through the curls of her tiny little friction patch, and finding her deliciously wet, he smiled up at her and said, “I am delighted with your new flavor. The banana tang of your sunscreen mixed with your musky dew is intoxicating. We should patent it.”

  He ducked his head and used his thumbs to hold her cleft open as the flat of his tongue lapped at her greedily. He delved lower to capture the juices she was bathing herself with, and he leisurely spread her essence along her slit, before returning to the swollen nub that was begging his attention.

  His lips sought her clit, coaxed it to fully emerge, then sucked it artfully away from her body, gently tugging and releasing—feeling it throb as she shuddered and came. He softly milked her with his lips until she collapsed onto his shoulder.

  After she had recovered, he stood, keeping his arms wrapped around her and holding her up. Then he bent and pulled up her bathing suit bottom . . . stroked her belly and nuzzled her neck. He stepped back, pulled the stretchy triangle that covered one of her breasts aside and kissed the hard tip.

  “You are so responsive. I love that. Absolutely love that,” he whispered as he suckled hard on the tip then released it with an audible pop.

  “That was marvelous,” she breathed, her eyes finally fluttering open.

  “You were marvelous. So free. So beautiful. What a sexy woman you are. You please me so much. You’ll never know how much.” He kissed her deeply, his hands delving into her thick curls, holding her head to him. Ending the kiss, he looked down into her sweet, innocent face, her green eyes sparkling in the sun. “Here, let’s cover this up. Don’t want my sweet titties getting sunburned. I have plans for them later.”

  She smiled up at him. “I am so lucky I found you.”


  “Hey, hey, give credit where credit is due. It was I who found you. The best day of my life was the day you lost that flash drive.”

  “It felt like the worst day of mine at the time.”

  “It just goes to show you, you never know how things are going to play out.”

  “Speaking of play,” she said as she took his hand and began dragging him down to the surf, “let’s play Atlantis now.”

  “How do we do that?”

  “We do it underwater.”

  “We do what underwater?”

  “Oil well,” she said with a sly smile. “You spurt, I collect.”

  “Ah, oil well, one of my favorite games.” He grabbed her to him, untied her top and tossed it up on the beach before he walked her into the surf. As the water reached their waists, he spun her around and for the second time that afternoon, pulled her bikini bottom down past her ass. His followed, falling to his ankles, that were quickly being buried in the sand. His fingers searched her, finding her still slick. He bent her over his arm and thrust inside and they both sighed from the intense pleasure of being one with the other.

  “I can come in ten thrusts,” he murmured against the back of her neck.

  “I can come in six,” she replied.

  He pulled on her nipple, elongating it. “Four.”

  “One,” she breathed.

  He pulled out and plunged home. She shattered in his arms and as she clenched around him, he pumped twice before emptying his seed deep inside her. He cried out her name against the back of her neck and wrapped both arms around her waist, as he pulled her tightly to him. “I love you, Laurel. Jesus, how I love you.”

  The smile on her face as she looked over her shoulder was all he needed. A wave lifted them then swamped them and they laughed as they both scrambled for their bathing suits.

  Walking up the beach, hand-in-hand, Garrett spotted a group of men headed in their direction.

  He wished she had her top on, as he no longer wanted to even pretend he wanted to share the view. Their big grins as they came closer made him want to punch somebody. But as he looked over at her, at her head ducked in shyness and saw the telltale flush of lust creeping up her chest to her throat, he realized he couldn’t deny her this.

  Ironically, he knew that she thought he was allowing this because it was something he wanted. In reality, he was doing this solely for her. Because he knew this was what she needed, what she wanted. Like Callie, she needed approval, praise of her body, affirmation that she was beautiful. But if she didn’t believe that this was what he wanted, that he actually desired to have other men to see her like this, he knew she wouldn’t have been able to let herself go and

  allow it.

  “Yowza!” one hollered.

  “Oh baby!” another murmured.

  “Great tits. Man you are one lucky dude.”

  “Don’t I know it,” Garrett said as he pulled Laurel to him. Despite the fact that it was killing him, he gave them a few more moments to gawk, and then he stooped and picked up her top. He handed it to her and she let it dangle from her fingertips, the string dragging and leaving a faint line in the sand as they continued walking back up the beach and away from the gaping men. They were heading back toward the hotel and he was afraid he might have started something neither of them would be able to handle.

  “Did you enjoy showing your tits off to those men?” he asked as he took her hand in his.

  “Yes,” she breathed out then sighed deeply. “I love this. And you. I love that you want to show me off.”

  He groaned. Yes, he’d created the proverbial monster. “And I love that you want to please me.”

  “I always will.”

  “Then let’s go back to the room. I’d like a shower, a nap and a wake-up fuck before dinner.”

  “Oh yes! And I think I’m ready to start writing again, I have a new idea for another short story.”

  He groaned, rolled his eyes, and sighed. “I hope I can keep up with you.”

  She made no move to replace her top and he cringed as they walked into the pool area and over to their chairs where she bent to pick up her cover-up. Five men and six women stopped what they were doing to ogle her. She smiled at him as she slipped her tiny robe on and closed the placket covering her breasts. “This wasn’t so bad. Maybe next year we can go to Jamaica, to the all nude beaches.”

  He groaned. He wasn’t crazy about sharing her breasts with a handful of strangers, even though she thought that he was. If she thought he wanted to show her off completely—she was saying she was game for that, too. What was he going to do with this woman who wanted to spend her life pleasing him, doing everything his heart desired? He was going to love her, that’s what. And he was going to make her happy . . . if it killed him.

  Chapter Seventy-six

  Garrett began wrapping up the online chat he was having with a clinical sex psychologist. He’d sketched out a little about Laurel’s history, her writings, and described her very active libido and imagination. Now he was finding out what it all might mean in a sexual sense.

  It wasn’t like him to discuss something so revealing and intimate in a chat room with a doctor he didn’t know, but he’d been vague in so many areas including their identities. Laurel’d been spurred on by their experience on the beach yesterday and now he needed to know how to proceed; she wanted more, he could sense it, but he didn’t want things blowing up on him. He didn’t want her to be unfulfilled, but he also didn’t want her to be scared or intimidated. Or truly ashamed of herself afterward.

  He had the means to accommodate her, in every way, and the necessary experience in most types of sexual encounters. Exhibitionism was new to him, however; he’d never run into a woman who got off on it. Until now.

  “It may not have be an actual display that she needs to fulfill her fantasies,” the doctor wrote.

  “What do you mean exactly?” Garrett typed back.

  “The allusion of her fantasy may be enough. Have you thought about using a blindfold and doing some playacting? Maybe you can be the stranger she fantasizes about.”

  A spark lit and Garrett grinned wide. His fingers flew over the keys. “You mean pretend there’s another man with me when there’s not?”

  “Sure. It really only matters what’s in her head, not who’s in the room. How good are you at make-believe?”

  “I’m pretty damned good,” Garrett replied, recalling some of the antics he’d been involved with in college.

  “Well you’ve got nothing to lose and a whole new sexual realm to gain. She sounds hot. I’d go for it.”

  “Oh, she’s hot all right. Her heady, over-the-top sexuality is what initially turned me on about her. Because of her writing, I knew I had to search her out and find her. And she hasn’t disappointed.”

  “Well I’m glad you managed to find her, it sounds like this delightful woman needed to be run to ground and appreciated. And she actually fantasizes about being some man’s trophy . . . naked arm candy . . . wow, she must be something. Good luck with your sex play.”

  “Thanks! You’ve been a big help.”

  “Anytime. Wouldn’t mind an update on your progress. Dr. Jay.”

  Garrett sat staring at his computer until the flashing screen saver came on. He pulled the flash drive out of his pocket and rubbed it, fond thoughts making him smile.

  He had just enough time to scan one of her files before she was finished with her pedicure and massage. He concentrated on a short story that he’d already read, one that had initially led him to the conclusion that her sexual psyche included voyeurism as well as exhibitionism. It was a scenario that could easily be adapted to the beach. And since they were on this island far from home, where they both were unknowns, it would be a perfect place to try it out. It would be importan
t for her to know that she’d never see this stranger again—that there wouldn’t be a chance she’d ever run into him. She’d need to be assured that there’d be no repercussions for her indiscretion—ever. A blindfold would be perfect. He took a bandana off one of her hats and tucked it into their beach bag.

  When she got back to the room forty minutes later, she was droopy-eyed from the relaxing massage. He made her drink a glass of water, and then he gently undressed her and tucked her between the sheets for a quick nap.

  He climbed in behind her and pulled her tight to his chest, and as she slept, he played out the scenario in his head. When she woke half an hour later, he was ready—more than ready.

  “Since it’s our last day, how about a walk on the beach? I hear there’s a nice little cove on the backside of the island, about two miles from here, you up for a hike?”

  “Sure,” she said as she sat and stretched her arms high. Her naked breasts enticed him, but he adamantly faced away from her. He had to stick to the plan. They were leaving tomorrow; he wouldn’t have this kind of chance again ‘til who-knows-when.

  While he slipped into his suit, he smiled to himself. It was his good fortune that during the getting-to-know-you stage, he hadn’t told her about his quirky ability to throw his voice. It was uncanny, but without ever having had any special training, he was able to alter his voice and project it. So he was fairly certain that he could audibly bring another man into their secluded little inlet. It was a beautiful sunny afternoon and he hoped that none of the other guests had the idea of visiting this particular spot.

  Forty minutes later, he smiled at Laurel as she stood beside him, topless, with her bikini bottom pulled down to the tops of her thighs, showing her freshly-shaven pussy to a total stranger. Or so she believed.