by Missy Lyons
Susan waited for him to see her remove the rest of her bikini so he could get a full view of her peaked nipples, her bouncing breasts, and as she removed her bikini bottom, the smooth, just-shaved pussy.
“Catch me if you can,” Susannah cried out before diving in.
Colt kicked off his shorts and dove in after her. His body entered the water without a splash, and he moved through the water effortlessly.
She felt his body slide up next to hers, and she giggled like a naughty schoolgirl.
“This is amazing.” She wrapped her legs around his and felt the power of his cock lodge firmly between her thighs.
“Yeah, I could get used to this.” His lapis eyes lit up with desire. His hands smoothed over her body, lighting a wet trail of fire down her chest. He cupped her breasts in his hand, and she moaned. He treaded water for both of them, but she tried to float to make it easier.
“Me, too.”
“The last time I did this, I was just a teenager.”
“Oh, yeah? You were too young to really have any fun then.” She arched one delicate eyebrow.
“It wouldn’t have stopped me, but the girls I was with stole my clothes.”
“Oh, that’s no fun.” She laughed out loud.
“No, but I learned my lesson after that.”
“And what lesson would that be?”
“Girls don’t play fair, and neither should I.” He reached for her breast and gave it a playful squeeze.
“I always play by the rules. How about we play a new game?”
“Not when I was just getting used to this one. I like this game just the way it is.”
“You’ll like the new one a whole lot better, I promise you.”
“Then what are the rules?”
“Rules? There are no rules. If you can catch me, you can do anything you want to.”
“Anything?” he repeated.
Her breath was now coming in heavy, ragged gasps. “Everything.”
“And exactly when does this game of yours start?” he asked cynically.
“Right now.” She escaped his embrace and adeptly swam a few yards from him. “Catch me if you can, tiger!”
“It’s not if—but when.” His voice was deep and filled with an unspoken lust that sent chills straight through her spine.
She didn’t wait for him, lashing out toward the shoreline. He followed closely, matching her speed with his strength, splashing and kicking up waves as they plowed through the water. It was not even a hundred yards to the shore, and she made record time, swimming through the breakers to reach the beach and not stopping until her feet could touch the sand. Then she ran. She wanted to be caught—to feel this powerful man’s body atop hers, but she wanted it on her terms.
She felt both wild and free.
He caught her and pushed her to the ground.
She was elated to feel the weight of his body press against hers. She’d never done this risqué kind of thing before.
Sex on the beach.
She wanted nothing more than to be fucked by Colt. She wanted to be tamed by his hands. Her full breasts heaved against his chest. Her pink nipples puckered tightly, and her body burned to be set free.
She wanted to beg him to love her, but instead she said, “Tell me what you want from me.”
A teasing smile graced his pink lips before he kissed her. “Everything.”
“Then fuck me like you mean it, Colt.” She felt his cock grow harder, and she bucked against him, aching to be filled by his thick cock. He slid a knee between her legs, and when she felt him hesitate with the tip of his cock against her pussy she urged him on. “Do it.”
She arched up as he slid his hard dick into her, their wet bodies slipped against each other. She gasped feeling his dick hit the back of her womb.
A wild look possessed his eyes similar to a crazed animal. Primal. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders, and she moaned in pure pleasure as his body possessed hers.
He filled her. Completed her.
Her eyes fluttered shut, and their bodies became one. She matched his thrusts with a pelvic push of her own, inching as close as she could to him.
The pressure built inside, and Susannah yearned for release. Her voice sounded petulant as she begged him over and over again, “Fuck me! Oh, just like that. I need you, baby.”
He crooned to her, “Say it again, but this time use my name.”
He looked desperate to hear his name, and Susannah adored his passion. Her hand touched his face and she said it. “Colt, I need you!”
He growled as he thrust into her, impassioned. The intensity was overwhelming, and it hit all the right spots. The waves of passion exploded, and she crested into a new awareness as he released his hot seed into her body.
Finally.
Her seduction worked. Colt finally cracked and had unprotected sex with her. He trusted her enough to make love to her and possibly make a baby with her. She knew he wouldn’t stay with her forever but she could remember him and their blissful affair with a baby if she was lucky.
No protection meant it was possible to get pregnant.
She smiled as he nuzzled into her neck and kissed her skin. She was in a dreamy state of half awareness when she thought she heard his half-whispered and mumbled words. “I love you.”
Suddenly alert and on the defense, she asked, “What did you say?”
Her body tensed under his, and he seemed to question her eyes with his. He propped himself up on his elbows, still cock-deep inside of her. “Thank you, Susannah.”
“Oh. Thank you.” Disappointment hit her like a ton of bricks. Colt Vance would never say I love you to a girl like her and especially not after a few lovemaking sessions. She tried to smile despite the hurt she felt.
It was her imagination and her desire to be loved by him. Not anything he actually did or said.
“Should we wash off the sand?” He pulled out of her, and she felt oddly empty without him filling her.
“Okay, but what if I was ready for seconds?” She took his hand and allowed him to help her to her feet.
“There’s a bed on the boat. That has to be more comfortable than a beach.” He shrugged.
“I don’t mind either way. As long as I get to spend it with you.” She felt her cheeks flush.
The sand beneath her left a contour of her body as she got up. They walked hand in hand back to the water’s edge and waded until they were hip deep and began the swim back to the boat. They climbed aboard from the ladder at the back of the boat, and he led her to the private cabin at the front of the boat. She looked around her surroundings and nodded her approval. It wasn’t as plush or lavish as his yacht, but the bed would be quite comfortable.
“I don’t feel like I could ever get enough of you, Susannah. You are so damn sexy and beautiful.” His eyes flared with lust.
She blushed furiously under his intense gaze.
“Thank you. That’s the first time a man has said that.” She knew from the look in his eyes that he meant those words, and she beamed under his attentions. His hand glided across her flat stomach and rose to cup her breasts. An unconscious shiver left her body. “This is amazing!”
“What? The red-hot sex or me?” He laughed at her comment as she giggled. His head bent low to take her nipple in his mouth.
She gasped in shock. “I would have never done these things with anyone else.” A moan ripped from her mouth. “Sex on a plane. Sex on a beach.”
“Sex on a boat.”
She giggled under the featherlight touch of his wet tongue gliding along her skin. “Sex anywhere you want, Mr. Vance.”
“Sounds good to me.” He growled.
She shrieked in momentary surprise when he lifted her from the ground and carried her to the bed.
* * * *
Susannah loved the way Colt’s arm protectively fit around her waist and held her near him. The afternoon was waning down, and the dock was still full of mainlanders hustling and bustling to get ready for the upco
ming races.
She bumped more than a few people as they lugged extra sails and supplies to their boats, and she lazily walked next to Colt to return to the hotel.
It was busier today than when the cruise ships came by the harbor once a week and unloaded the boat full of tourists. A breeze from the east lifted the hair from Susannah’s shoulders. The eighty-five-degree temperatures were spoiling her. She felt comfortable walking barefoot in her khaki capri pants and light-pink tank top.
She didn’t notice much else in the world until nearly walking into a woman that blocked their path.
“Where in the hell have you been? I’ve been texting you all morning.”
“What’s wrong, Sam?” Colt instantly seemed alert, his body tensing at first sight of the piqued woman.
“You really have no idea? The Jackson investors are trying to back out of the nightclub deal. I’ve been trying to get a hold of you, but obviously you were busy playing games.”
Susannah cringed. She swore she saw the other woman sneer at her when she said those words. She didn’t even have a clue who she was up against and why she would be confronting them at that moment. Was it some crazy ex-girlfriend? Somehow the reference to the nightclub made her think the other woman held a current spot in his life. “Colt, who’s this?”
“Oh, sorry,” he apologized, “this is my personal assistant, Sam. We’ve worked together for years now. I don’t know where I’d be without her.”
“Oh.” This was Sam? How come Susannah thought he was talking about a guy all this time. Not that it mattered, but Colt would have to be dead to not notice Samantha had a pretty hot body to be around all the time. Was this a work relationship with certain fringe benefits?
Susannah was beginning to question how close she was feeling to Colt. She was so dumb to have fallen for him this quickly.
Arms folded over her very full chest, Samantha sneered again. “Aren’t you going to introduce the little woman to me? After all, I think I should at least know the name of the woman who’s been making it so you can’t think straight in any of your business deals lately.”
“Sorry this is, ugh…” He stumbled over the words, and Susannah was suddenly very angry with herself and the position she was in at the moment. How could he forget her name at the sight of another woman? Sam must be pretty important in his life to shake him up this badly. She would never have let this happen if she hadn’t let her defenses down with Colt Vance.
Dumb. Dumb. Dumb.
She made it easy for him and stuck out her hand for the Sam to shake. She could at least pretend to be friendly. “It’s Susannah.”
How could she be so naïve? And stupid! She tried to keep the glass shell around her intact before either of them could see how much this little event was hurting her inside. She shrugged off his arm and waved away his concerns. “And don’t worry. I don’t want to get in the way anymore. You guys go take care of your business stuff and I’ll catch up with Colt later.”
“You sure?” Colt seemed concerned.
Little Miss Hot Stuff Assistant didn’t seem concerned one iota. Hands on her hips she had her full attention on Colt Vance.
Susannah licked her lips and nodded, not trusting her voice to stay steady. She felt the powerful emotions well up inside of her, but she was not going to allow either of them know how deeply she was affected.
“Okay, but I want to see you tonight.”
“Sure.” Susannah tried to smile and look happy as he dipped low and kissed her then turned his back to her to hurriedly walk away with his sexy blonde assistant next to him.
She stood paralyzed in place, silently watching them before she felt the first tears gather in her eyes.
This was just—wrong!
How could she have thought she was the only woman in Colt Vance’s life?
He was a millionaire playboy. There was no way he’d fall for little, mousey-haired Susannah—not when he had women like Samantha at his beck and call every day.
How could she be so dumb and gullible? She knew better, and she still fell in love with a man who would break her heart.
Tears stung her eyes when she realized how hopelessly lost she had become. She was in deep. Love hit her like a Tennessee twister, and her world was never as upset as it was today.
She cursed the day she met Colt Vance, and it wasn’t like she got anything she needed out of their whirlwind relationship. Chances were the one time he had lost his impeccable control and not used a condom during the sexual encounter she would never see a baby from the experience. Her parents were still going to hold her accountable and take away her trust fund.
This was the worst day. Ever.
Chapter Nineteen
“Hello?” Susannah picked up her cell phone on the second ring.
“Hi, is this Susannah Gibson?” a male voice greeted her.
Susannah didn’t recognize the phone number on caller ID, and it felt odd giving out that information before she knew who she was speaking with. “Yes, who’s this?”
“This is Carl East with the USSRV. Our research vessel happened to be in the area, but the harbor is so packed we can’t dock the ship permanently. However I knew you’d be here waiting and wanted to give you the option to come aboard early.”
“Really? I just happen to be at the harbor now.”
“Oh, great! We can be there in fifteen minutes if you can have your bags ready. We can dock at the temporary docking station but can only stay there two hours or less. Do you think you can have your bags packed and ready to go by then?”
“I am not sure.”
“If you need more time, we’ll have to circle the island and come back on our rounds for supplies next week.”
Susannah hesitated. Two hours would be tight. There would be no time for good-byes or keeping her promise to Colt to see him again tonight.
But why should she care? He wasn’t in it for more than a fling anyway. He made his stance perfectly clear when he ran off with his assistant this afternoon, and Susannah didn’t like feeling like a third wheel.
“Two hours. Okay, I can do that.”
“If you’re late, we’ll have to go or we’ll get fined by the harbor master. Are you sure you can make it in time?”
“Easily,” Susannah answered.
“Well, then we’ll see you this afternoon.”
Reality hit her like an atomic bomb. Hard and fast.
She was leaving soon.
She tried to gather her composure. Carl didn’t care about her personal life. He also didn’t have to know she was trying to get over a broken heart or would be suffering like this internally over the next few weeks. “Thank you, Carl. I am really looking forward to working with you and beginning my duties aboard the ship.” Susannah needed to put her energy somewhere productive. It would help her to deal with getting over the relationship with Colt. If she felt this much heartbreak this early, then she was going to need to keep busy to distract herself.
Working on her career would prove to be the perfect distraction.
She closed the cell phone and hailed the first taxi she saw.
Chapter Twenty
Susannah had a bag under each arm, and she was crossing the metal bridge to the boat. Unexpectedly, her cell phone went off at the most inconvenient time.
Balancing one bag on her knee, she plucked the phone out of her front pocket and screeched when she felt it slip from her grasp. “Oh no!”
Plop.
She watched in horror as it splashed into the water.
It sank deep into the water, and Susannah froze on the platform. Her cell phone had all her contacts in it. She could replace it easily enough, but there were numbers on there she had not memorized.
Numbers like the one belonging to Colt Vance.
Crap.
She could probably look it up and find the number of his resort and get in touch with him, but did she really need go crawling back to him?
She had to stop thinking like that. Colt was not that into h
er, and if he wanted to find her, he could.
Maybe losing her cell phone was a blessing in disguise. She wouldn’t have to pretend she was ignoring his calls.
Until she got a replacement phone, she wouldn’t even know if he called.
She sighed and crossed the water to board the boat and begin the rest of her life. She was free of Colt Vance and the games he was playing with her heart. So why did it feel like she was wearing ten pounds of imaginary chains?
* * * *
“I don’t understand why she’s not returning my calls.” His cell phone was in his hands, and he was tempted to dial again, but he didn’t want Susannah to think he was clingy or desperate despite the fact that was exactly how he was feeling. Colt hadn’t slept in days. He was worried about what happened to his new lover, Susannah. She intrigued him, and after spending the last few days with her, he thought they had both hit it off. “Something must have happened to her.”
Why would she suddenly just leave?
Nothing about the situation made sense.
Sam shook her head and poured a cup of black coffee before handing it off to him. “I don’t know. Maybe she just wasn’t that into you.”
Colt snorted. “You think you’re soooo funny.”
“It was just a suggestion. I mean not every woman you meet is going to throw themselves at your feet and make it easy for you.”
Colt knew she was referring to his other lovers. Most of them he never had to chase. They waited patiently for his attention when he had time to give it. They were always hoping for a ring and for him to commit, but in the end none of them captivated him the way Susannah did. None of them left as sudden and unexplainably either. “I just don’t think this is like her. Leaving so suddenly.”
“You can’t possibly really know a woman after three days.” Sam flopped into the chair across from him and crossed her legs. She’d been with him from the start of his business. They were cousins, and because of that close bond, he trusted her judgment.
In most things.