StripForMe.epub

by Amarinda Jones

  “But he won’t. No one else can take on the pain another has felt.”

  “Oh but he will,” Amelia’s eyes were bright with madness.

  ”Even now he’s trying to kick down the door to save you.”

  Thank God he is. “I’m an employee, nothing else.”

  “But the way he looks at you—”

  The sound of wood splintering indicated the wood in the door was giving way under force.

  “He likes sex. I provide that.”

  Amelia shook her head and advanced towards her. “No, it’s more than that.”

  Rett had no option but to move back and hit the wall. “Nope. You know men’s needs revolve around their dick.”

  “Meg would never sleep with him.”

  So how had her sister been so infatuated? Was it a crush from afar? “So how did they meet?”

  Rett kept her eyes on the knife. She figured if she could see the first thrust then she could grab Amelia’s hand and—what? This isn’t the movies, Rett.

  “She was working at the club as a waitress. Seth, the first owner, had just left and Clark appeared. Meg fell in love with him, but he acted like she didn’t exist.”

  If the fact that Hamish didn’t recognize Amelia as an employee was anything to go on, then that was very true. “So how did he hurt her?” The sound of wood breaking gave Rett hope.

  “By ignoring her.”

  Rett was just about to suggest that her sister had more problems than just a crush on Hamish, but then mentioning that to a woman who had a large knife in her hands wasn’t smart. Before Rett could speak, the door crashed open and Hamish and two male employees appeared. Amelia whirled around, and Rett took the chance to run in the opposition direction from her.

  “Are you okay, sweetness?” Hamish raced to her side and pulled her into his arms.

  Rett had never felt so safe. “Yeah.” She looked at Amelia. The woman appeared drab, pathetic, and beaten. But she still had a knife. Rett was concerned that if one sister had been suicidal, the other may be predisposed to it as well. “Killing me won’t bring Meg back. Do you think she would want that? Your sister sounded like she was a smart, lovely woman.”

  Amelia nodded. “She was.”

  “So she would be upset at what you’re doing.”

  Amelia started to cry. The knife fell from her fingers. One of the other men grabbed it. She looked from Rett to Hamish. “I just wanted him to understand the pain of losing someone.”

  Hamish’s gaze was on Rett. “Oh, I do.”

  After the police left with Amelia, Rett and Hamish stood together silently, each immersed in their own thoughts.

  “Did you know her sister?”

  “No, but I feel guilty just the same,” Hamish said as he pulled Rett close.

  “You can’t help who you fall in love with.” Am I just kidding myself like Meg did? D oes Hamish love me or am I under the same delusion?

  * * * *

  “I have to go,” Rett told Hamish when he found her at the bus station. The bus to Miami was leaving shortly. They hadn’t really spoken since the episode with Amelia. The police had been there, patrons had to be calmed down, and Rett wasn’t sure of what she felt. She was sorry for Amelia. Mental illness was a hard road to travel. Rett hoped she would get some help.

  Then there was Hamish. Rett didn’t believe the fantasy version about what Amelia had told her, but it brought one thing into question. What did he feel for her? Was it just sex or something more? Amelia thought she had seen something within Hamish that made her think so. But how can that be? They barely knew each other. Carnal knowledge was a tangible thing. It could be felt and tasted. But what of emotions? Leaving him would be harder than anything she had done before, but staying? But what am I staying for? And how can I stay when I have to go home to Australia? It was all so confusing.

  “You could stay,” Hamish’s voice was cool and calm as he looked at Rett.

  “I have my money.”

  His eyebrows arched up at that. “Was that all it was about?”

  “Wasn’t it?”

  “You tell me,” Hamish responded.

  Rett sighed. “I don’t want to play word games.” Love was messy and difficult when you weren’t sure who loved you back.

  “So let’s stop playing.”

  “I never was.”

  Hamish reached over and took the bag from her hand. “Me neither.”

  “We could go on like this all day.”

  “And there are so many other things I’d prefer to do to you, sweetness.”

  That would be sex. Being naked with Hamish was excellent. But was that all it came down to? “I have to go.”

  “No you don’t.” Hamish’s pulled her into his arms.

  That felt so good. “What is there to stay for?” Please tell me what you need and feel.

  “Me.” He leaned in and kissed her lips. “Stay for me.”

  “I can’t. I have to go home and—” What? Mope around thinking about Hamish?

  “Yes you can.”

  “But —” I love you. Would that freak him out? “—er, I have to go home.”

  Hamish’s eyes were locked on Rett’s. “Why?”

  “What does it matter to you?” Please tell me.

  “It matters more than you realize, sweetness.”

  “Because you’ll lose a staff member?” Rett jumped at the rapid spanking he gave her ass.

  “Because I’ll lose the woman I love.” Hamish smiled at her suddenly open mouth. He put a finger under her chin and lifted it up to close her mouth. “You know, I wasn’t planning on falling in love with you. I’ll admit, at first, I wanted your body but then—”

  “You fell in love with me.” Was that angels singing in joy?

  “Yes.”

  Rett laughed. “This is crazy. A wonderful crazy, of course.”

  “Why?”

  “’Cause I love you too, Hamish.”

  He smiled. “I knew it.”

  “You’re so cocky.”

  ****

  As the long, hot dick slid up inside her cunt, Rett gasped at the force of it. “Oh my…” The words came out in a breathless rush as her hands slid along the brick wall trying to find something to hold on to. The man at her back had his hands on her hips, holding her in place so she couldn’t move. “P-please…” There was so much Rett wanted from him. She wasn’t sure she would ever get enough.

  “What?” Hamish’s breath was hot against her ear.

  Rett shivered. “I need…” Where do I start? What will he give? Rett knew she would do anything for Hamish. While others may have fucked her body for the pleasure of it, Hamish owned it.

  “Yes, sweetness?”

  “Harder…I want you to fuck me harder.”

  “Like this?” Hamish pulled out so only the tip of his dick was inside and the then slammed in to the hilt.

  The force of it made her shriek. That was exactly what Rett wanted. That they were in the alley behind the Resort City bus station where anyone could wander by and see them was irrelevant to Rett and Hamish. She ground her ass back against him in open invitation. Hamish started moving in a fast, sharp, jerking motion that had her panting to keep up. Her knees shook and her hands lost their grasp on the wall. Hamish’s hands went up to cover hers and to hold Rett in place. He pushed her up against the bricks. Her bra-covered breasts squashed against the rough texture, but she didn’t care. She wanted the man and nothing else mattered. If anyone saw them now, they would think she was a hooker with her skirt up over her hips and her bare ass out ready to receive.

  “More.”

  Hamish chuckled. “You like my dick, sweetness?” His hand slid to her clit and he rubbed.Oh yes. “I love your dick inside me.” Her ass was stinging from the constant slapping of his balls, but there was no way Rett wanted him to stop.

  “You know you’re going to miss your ride to Miami, sweetness.”

  “I found a better one.” Rett turned her head and her lips met Hamish’s.
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  Epilogue

  Sunshine Beach, Queensland, Australia.

  “What about the club?” Rett rolled closer to Hamish. They lay on large, fluffy beach towels under the shade of some trees that fringed the beach.

  “Seth’s back there now. He can deal with it.” Hamish toyed with the straps of her bikini top.

  “Don’t you miss it?”

  “No.” Hamish untied the bow on her left shoulder. The bra cup fell down.

  They were on a public beach. Anyone could see them. Rett’s care factor about that wasn’t high. Only Hamish mattered. “What about the sex?”

  Hamish made short work of the other tie. Both breasts were bare. “I’ve got all I want.”

  “This is a public beach.”

  “You don’t have sex in Australia?”

  After an agreed two months apart to assess their feelings and many phone calls between the US and Australia, Hamish flew over to spend time with Rett and discuss their future. They both agreed there was one. It was now about working out how to spend it together without being separated by their respective countries.

  Rett’s hand drifted down to his fabric-covered dick. “I’d have sex with you in a heartbeat.”

  Hamish smiled. “Have I told you how smart you are to love me?”

  Rett stroked the hard flesh through his board shorts. “How so?”

  “Well, I’m perfect for you. We have great sex and great laughs and I know how to cook and I was charming to your sister Sally.”

  “Yeah, I was stunned. Even Lionel liked you.”

  “I’m a loveable guy.” Hamish’s eyes were on her breasts.

  “Yes you are.” Rett pulled at the snap of his board shorts.

  “This is a public beach,” he responded in mock reproach.

  Rett took hold of his freed dick. It sprang up excited to see her. “I’ll be gentle with you.”

  Hamish caught Rett in his arms and rolled her body on top of his. “Just be with me. That’s all I need, sweetness.”

  Rett took a quick look around her. There were people wandering around or sun baking, but no one was looking in their direction. She lifted up and pushed down on his dick, the head forcing its way inside her body. “Perfect.”

  Hamish growled in pleasure, his hands rising up to cover her breasts. “I thought you didn’t give ‘free shows’.”

  Rett smiled down at him. “I see no one but you.”

  Amarinda Jones believes anything is possible and sometimes just asking for the impossible will surprise someone enough that they will give it to you. Writing is like that. Put it out there and wait for a response. There is always the possibility you may fall on your arse, but after all, that's what cellulite is for. Amarinda believes in taking chances, speaking her mind and aging disgracefully.

  Twenty years from now she plans on being the neighborhood witch that all the kids are scared of.

  But then, everyone has to have a hobby.

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