Sex On The Beach: Bad Boys Club Romance #1

by Olivia Thorne

  Luckily we weren’t having sex, or she would have been greeted with me screaming myself hoarse from coming.

  “I, uh, better warn her,” I said to Ian.

  “In case you’re incredibly noisy again later on?”

  I stuck out my tongue at him. “In case you make that ‘UNH, UNH, UNH’ sound when you come.”

  “What?!” he laughed. “Come here – ”

  He started to tickle me.

  I shrieked, then pulled away. “No, no, not now – hold on – ”

  He grinned, then pulled up the sheets to cover himself below the waist.

  I sighed as I watched.

  So, so hot.

  Then I threw on my robe and walked out into the main room.

  She was out there putting groceries in the fridge.

  “Hey,” I said. “I borrowed some beer – I hope you don’t mind, I’ll get replacements.”

  “Sure,” she said, then looked past me at the closed bedroom door. “Uh – ”

  I blushed a little. “I, uh, have a visitor.”

  She grinned ear to ear. “I thought I heard something. Is it Mr. Gifted?”

  My eyes bugged out in embarrassment. “Shhh!”

  She made a playful frightened face and put a hand to her mouth. “Oh crap – is it somebody else?”

  “What?! No!”

  “So it’s the same guy?” she whispers.

  I nodded.

  She held her hands substantially far apart and lifted her eyebrows like, Is he…?

  I blushed furiously, but couldn’t stifle my smile.

  “Oooooh, girl, I am so jealous right now,” she clucked.

  My face still felt like a five-alarm fire. “We’ll try to keep it down, but…”

  She waved one hand dismissively. “Don’t stop on my account, girl – as long as you don’t keep me up all night.”

  That didn’t help my blushing any.

  “I’ll make sure we don’t,” I promised, then scurried back to my room as she giggled behind me.

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  Once I was back in the room, I made Ian promise we had to be quiet the next time we had sex. He took it as a personal challenge, I think.

  We did it again an hour later – talking led to laughing, and laughing led to tickling, and tickling led to kissing, and kissing led to touching… and before I knew it, I was pulling his hard cock inside me.

  When I started to come, he clamped his hand down hard on my mouth to stifle my screams.

  There was something so wrong about it… this display of dominance, this power he was exerting over me, that made it even hotter.

  And the fact that Aisha was in the next room, could probably hear us, and knew exactly what we were doing?

  Oh my God… I’d never done anything like this before.

  I felt so naughty.

  So dirty.

  So bad.

  I came harder than I ever had in my entire life.

  Ian’s hand over my mouth only helped muffle the noise the tiniest bit.

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  We were eating Indian delivery for dinner – still naked, still on the bed – when I asked him, “When did you know you first liked me?”

  “Honestly? When you gave me back the Sex Wax.”

  I stared at him. “But you were so grumpy!”

  “I’m always grumpy in the morning. You know that.”

  “Oh my God, that’s so true,” I agreed.

  “Hey!” he said, and tickle-attacked me. “You don’t have to agree so strongly.”

  I laughed and pulled away. “But my bathing suit… it was so frumpy.”

  “That’s part of what made me notice you. You, uh…” He snorted with laughter. “You sort of stood out.”

  I hit him playfully on his arm. “You’re a jackass!”

  “Well, of course I noticed other things.”

  “Like what?”

  “Your beautiful eyes… your hair…” His eyes dropped to my chest, and he wiggled his eyebrows. “…other things…”

  “You perv!” I laughed.

  “Hey, you were the one who thought Sex Wax was some kind of lubricant or something.”

  I blushed red. “Well, it says SEX wax, for God’s sake!”

  “What did you think you used it for?”

  “I don’t know!”

  He put his fingers between my legs and stroked my lips.

  “Did you think you used it if you got too wet?” he asked, looking me directly in my eyes.

  “Oh,” I gasped. The intensity of his gaze was so hot…

  “Or… did you think you put it on here?” he asked, and guided my hand to his cock.

  I held it, soft but still big, and felt it grow thicker and longer in my hand with every one of his heartbeats.

  “Ohhhh…” I moaned, stroking him lightly to make him harder.

  He leaned in to kiss me.

  We didn’t get back to our Indian food for another 45 minutes.

  49

  I woke up the next morning feeling more relaxed and sated than I could ever remember. With a huge smile on my face, I rolled over to make sure it wasn’t all a dream – but no, there he was, lying beautiful and half-naked in the morning light, with the sheet draped over his lower body.

  My movement awakened him, and he opened his eyes.

  “Hey,” he said huskily.

  “Hey,” I said with a smile, and leaned over and kissed him.

  “Mmm,” he murmured as he copped a feel of my breasts. Well, more like manhandled them, actually.

  “Mm yourself,” I said, as I reached under the sheets and put my hand on his junk.

  He laughed. “You’re insatiable.”

  “You make me insatiable. This makes me insatiable,” I whispered, caressing his cock, feeling it grow under my fingers.

  “…let’s go surfing first.”

  “What?! Really?!”

  “The waves are best in the morning.”

  “Awwww man…”

  “We can come back here afterwards and have some more fun later.”

  I pouted a little, then gave in. “As long as we definitely get to have more fun.”

  “Oh, we’ll have all the fun you want, and more,” he growled as he nuzzled my neck.

  “Good.”

  We started kissing. Then he started cupping and massaging my breasts again. With my hand on his cock, I started stroking it, feeling it grow hard and thick –

  He laughed and rolled away. “Surfing!”

  “Tease,” I harrumphed.

  “Yup.”

  I yawned and got out of bed. “I need coffee.”

  He lay there, arms raised and hands folded behind his head, and watched me as I grabbed my terrycloth robe off the hook on the bathroom door. I enjoyed watching him, too, lying there naked on the bed, his erection jutting stiffly up into the air.

  “I’m going to take a quick shower,” he announced. “You want to join me?”

  “Are we going to have sex in the shower?”

  “No.”

  “Then I need coffee.”

  He laughed. “Alright. I’ll be out in a few minutes.”

  “Take your time,” I said, trailing my fingertips along his hard cock and delicately tickling his balls, right before I walked away from the bed.

  He groaned in pleasure. “Maybe we could renegotiate on sex in the shower…”

  “Too late,” I said over my shoulder as I opened the door.

  “Tease.”

  “Yup,” I said with a wink as I slipped out the door and closed it behind me.

  I headed for the kitchen. Aisha either wasn’t up yet, or she’d already left for the day. I smiled to myself. Maybe I would put the coffee on, then surprise him in the shower –

  Knock knock knock.

  I turned around, surprised that somebody was at the front door this time of the morning. I reasoned that maybe Aisha had gone for a jog or something and accidentally locked herself out, so I better answer it.

  I made sure my robe
was cinched tight around my waist, then walked over and opened the front door just enough to see who was outside.

  I gasped.

  Rick was standing on the porch.

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  He smiled – and not kindly. More like menacingly.

  “Hello, Katie.”

  I looked back inside the house as I heard my bathroom shower turn on. I considered just shutting the door, but I knew Rick would make a scene and I didn’t want Ian to hear.

  I can get rid of him, I told myself.

  “What are you doing here?!” I asked as I stepped out onto the porch, making sure my robe was cinched extra tight. I shut the door behind me.

  “I’m here to take you back home.”

  “How did you find me?!” I asked, wondering if I’d made some stupid mistake that had betrayed me – but I couldn’t think of anything, no matter how hard I racked my brain.

  “That’s not important,” he said imperiously.

  His tone was what clued me off that something was fishy.

  “How did you find me?” I demanded.

  “Look, we don’t have time to – ”

  “HOW DID YOU FIND ME?!” I shouted at the top of my voice.

  He looked taken aback – then he got a sullen expression on his face. “Your father has political contacts, you know. He put in a few requests – ”

  “How?!”

  He sighed, as though going over pointless details was beneath him. “He told some people that he thought you were suicidal, so they traced your cell phone.”

  I stared at him. “That’s illegal!”

  “What does it matter? I’m here now – ”

  “I’m not going back with you,” I snapped.

  A cold hardness settled in behind his eyes. “Yes you are.”

  “No, I’m not.”

  “I’m not giving you a choice,” he said, and reached out his hand –

  “Get away from me!” I snapped, my heart beating wildly, as I backed up against the door –

  But it swung open before I even touched it.

  There stood Ian, bare-chested in his swim trunks.

  “Is everything okay?” he asked, a confused frown on his face.

  Oh crap.

  “Everything’s fine,” I assured him hurriedly, though I could hear the fear in my own voice.

  I glanced back at Rick, who was staring blankly at Ian’s broad, muscular chest and ripped abs. Then his face dissolved into a mask of rage. “YOU FUCKING BITCH!”

  “Hey!” Ian snapped. “Don’t you talk to her that way!”

  “Fuck you!” Rick shouted. “I’ll talk to her any way I want!”

  Ian stepped out of the doorway and onto the porch. “Oh really?”

  “It’s okay,” I said to Ian, placing my hands on his arm and holding him back. “Don’t – ”

  Rick retreated back down the steps, his face slightly alarmed – but as soon as he had five feet between him and Ian, he yelled, “I’ll kick your ass!”

  “Somehow I doubt that,” Ian said in a deadpan voice.

  I laughed – I couldn’t help myself. Rick wasn’t short, but he wasn’t built anywhere near as powerfully as Ian was. And Ian’s casual confidence was just too funny.

  Unfortunately, my laughter enraged Rick.

  “You bitch,” he seethed. “I’ll show you!”

  He rushed up the steps, arm cocked back to throw a punch –

  Ian launched forward and put one massive hand on Rick’s head, covering his face like a catcher’s glove.

  Rick made a muffled ‘Mrmf!’ sound as he stumbled backward, but by that point Ian had grabbed Rick’s cocked arm and twisted it behind his back.

  “Aaaa!” Rick yelped as Ian cranked Rick’s hand up between his shoulder blades.

  “Don’t hurt him!” I pleaded. Even though Rick was an ass, I didn’t want to see him get his arm broken.

  “I won’t – if he behaves. Are you going to behave?” Ian asked Rick.

  “Fuck you!” my ex snarled.

  Ian pushed Rick’s hand further up his spine.

  Rick screeched and then whimpered like a puppy.

  “I’m sorry, what was that?” Ian asked.

  “N-nothing,” Rick stammered.

  “Are you going to behave?”

  “Yes, yes!”

  “Okay. I’m going to let you go on the count of three. One – two – ”

  Ian released him unexpectedly on ‘two,’ stepping away a safe distance.

  Rick stumbled and caught his balance, then whipped around furiously. “You fucking asshole – ”

  “You should leave before I change my mind about letting you go,” Ian warned.

  “You haven’t heard the last of me!” Rick screamed as he headed back towards the street. Then he turned around and shook his finger at Ian. “I’m going to sue your ass for assault!”

  “Go ahead. I was defending myself – I’ll sue you back.”

  “With what money?!” Rick sneered. “You can’t afford a lawyer!”

  “You might be surprised.”

  Rick turned his attention to me. “And YOU – you’re coming back home with me, whether you like it or not!”

  Then he continued down the street out of sight.

  Ian turned to me. “And you don’t like my friends,” he joked. “Who was that, your ex-boyfriend?”

  I’m sure my face betrayed every ounce of my trepidation as I told him the truth.

  “…ex-fiancé.”

  “Since when?”

  “Oh, about… two weeks ago.”

  Ian’s eyes widened. “When were you supposed to get married?”

  “…about a week ago.”

  Ian stared at me in shocked silence.

  Then he gestured towards the kitchen. “Maybe we should go have some of that coffee.”

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  I sat there at the breakfast table and stared into my coffee mug as I talked. Ian listened attentively the whole time, and even seemed to be sympathetic, but I was too ashamed to look at him.

  “We dated for five years. I met him when I was a freshman in college, and he was a senior. It was one of those things where it was always assumed we were going to get married. He came from a really good family… everybody thought it was a match made in heaven. So did I, at the time. He proposed the same week I graduated from college and he graduated from law school.

  “He asked me in a restaurant in front of everybody. I remember that I felt so pressured. I wasn’t sure about marrying him – I was really nervous, and I wanted to think about it… but I couldn’t say no. Not in front of all those people.

  “If we’d been alone, I think I would have asked for more time. And maybe I would have said yes anyway, but… at least I would have had a chance to say no. But I couldn’t humiliate him like that. I didn’t want to humiliate him, and I didn’t have any intention of humiliating him, but I knew he’d see it that way… so I said yes.

  “What made it even worse was my parents were waiting in the other room. As soon as I accepted, they came in with a bottle of champagne.”

  “Wow.”

  “Yeah. It was like they were all colluding from the beginning – Rick and my parents. What should have been one of the happiest days of my life felt more like I’d just… I don’t know. Like I’d climbed into a cage I couldn’t get out of.

  “But eventually I got over it – or I thought I did. I convinced myself it was just jitters and cold feet. I kept telling myself that Rick was a really great guy… that he’d make a wonderful husband and father… that he was the kind of guy any woman would want to marry and have a family with. Yes, he was kind of controlling and could be really chauvinistic, but my father was like that, too. It pissed me off sometimes, but… I just figured that’s the way men are. I stuffed down all my gut feelings that told me something wasn’t right, that I wasn’t really happy… and I put on a smile and convinced myself that everything was fine.

  “Then it all came crashing down. He told me he had to work lat
e one night. I didn’t think anything about it until a friend of mine texted me. She was at a bar, and she said Rick was with a woman. A really attractive woman. She said he kept leaning in close to her and talking in her ear, and she kept laughing… and he was putting his arm around her…”

  I felt sick at the memory.

  “What did you do?” Ian asked.

  “I called him. He didn’t answer. I told my friend to get pictures, but Rick and the woman got up and left before she could do it. I kept calling him and calling him, but he never answered. He called me three hours later, asking what the hell was going on. By that time I was a nervous wreck.

  “I screamed that he was cheating on me. He denied it and got all angry. I told him Shelley had seen him in the bar. He said it was a work thing, that the woman was a client, and Shelley had misinterpreted everything. I asked him why he hadn’t called me back for the last three hours. He said they had to go over papers for a lawsuit. I was like, ‘At eleven o’clock on a Friday night?’ He denied it and denied it and denied it, and basically said I was crazy.

  “The next week my parents noticed I was upset. When I told them what had happened, they said he was going to be my husband soon, that I should believe him, and that there’d never been any reason to doubt him before.

  “But… there had been. All these nagging little doubts, all along. There was this one rafting trip he’d said he was taking in law school with his old fraternity brothers. I saw one of the guys at a friend’s wedding six months later, and I asked him about the rafting trip. At first he didn’t know what I was talking about. Then he bluffed his way through it, even though it was obvious he’d never gone. And I can’t tell you how many of those trips Rick supposedly took with his ‘frat brothers’ over the years. Then the whole thing with that woman at the bar…”

  “Why didn’t you just dump him?”

  “I seriously thought about it, but… I never had any proof. Rick denied everything and said I was being controlling and jealous. Even a couple of my friends told me I was making a big deal out of nothing. Plus, it was… messy. My dad had already made him a junior partner in his law firm. So when my parents found out about it, they basically talked me out of leaving him. They said I was overreacting.”