by KB Winters
Melissa moved in slow, tantalizing motions as she began to rock her hips in tight little circles against me. My cock was rock hard, pushing against the constraint of the board shorts I’d been wearing all day. A few tugs and they’d be gone, leaving nothing between me and Melissa’s sweet little pussy. But I didn’t want to rush it. I knew that once we were done, we’d have to go back to the way it was before. She’d go back to her room with her son, and I’d go to bed alone.
And I didn’t want to be alone.
“Look at yourself, Melissa. You’re so sexy in the moonlight.”
She dropped her dark eyes to take in her body and then found her way back to my hungry stare. “You make me feel beautiful, Chase.”
I sucked her nipples and ran my hands over every inch of her. She was a treasure and I wanted to take it all in.
“I want to see you too,” she purred, starting to tug at my shirt.
I grinned up at her and shifted so I could get a grip on the fabric. I pulled it off over my head in one swoop and let it drop somewhere near Melissa’s dress. As soon as I was free of the shirt, she let her fingers run over my muscles, the expression on her face a mix of wonder and dark desire. She traced the line of light brown hair down my stomach and stopped at the waist of my shorts. “I guess it’s a good thing you were on vacation and already had all these clothes, huh?”
“You like the board short look?”
She giggled. “I do. I like this too,” she ran her hand along my jaw which was coated with scruff from a few days’ worth of not shaving. I simply hadn’t had the time or energy. “I think it’s very sexy.”
I scratched the opposite side, considering her statement. “Huh. If only I’d known. I would have cave-manned it up for you a while ago.”
Melissa laughed softly and shook her head. I didn’t care if she thought I was a clown. As long as she was smiling and happy. That was all that mattered to me.
“What else do you like?” I asked, arching a brow at her.
She took the bait, letting her fingers wander back down my chest, past the waistband of the shorts, and stroked up and down the length of my cock as it tried to bust out of my shorts. “I really like this…means you want me.”
I groaned as she wrapped her hand around me. “Fuck, Melissa.” I moved my hand between her legs and slid a finger across her clit. “You have no idea how much I want you.” My finger dipped inside, stroking her. When she let out a throaty moan, I knew I’d found the spot.
“Chase, fuck that’s good.”
“Lot’s more where that came from.”
She moaned louder than before and fell against my chest. “Oh my God…Chase.”
“Mmm…you like that, baby girl?”
She pulled up and met my eyes. “Yes, I’m gonna come, like right…”
“Come on me…” I captured her lips with mine, showing her exactly what I could do with my fingers. She was sexy as hell, a goddess, and I wanted nothing more than to make her feel like the most beautiful woman in the world.
Melissa rolled her hips in circles against me as she let go. God she’s beautiful. And so fucking wet... Our lips broke apart as we caught our breath. “Chase, I need you. I need you inside me.”
I cupped her bare ass with my forearm and used the other to push up and out of the deck chair. I turned her around and set her on the edge of the table, her ass bumping into the wine glasses. She sighed softly and twisted around to move them out of the way. When she turned back, I hooked my thumbs in my shorts and started to strip them off. I stopped halfway and smiled.
“What? What’s wrong?” she asked, seeing me stop in mid strip.
“Nothing, you’re just gorgeous.” She fixed her smile back in place and reached for my hips, her eyes dropping to the v-line cuts that were exposed now that my shorts were halfway down my ass. “Come on, Chase. I really need this.”
I captured her face with my hands and pressed another long, slow kiss to her lips. Within half a minute—all other thoughts faded from my mind.
Melissa stripped my shorts off the rest of the way, and when she wrapped her thighs around my hips, I damn near lost my mind. Her silky soft thighs wrapped around my thick ones was a delirious combination. My cock rubbed up against her wet lips and I groaned, biting back a string of expletives as the sensations ricocheted through my body.
With Melissa, it felt perfect.
It felt right.
I slipped inside her and she swallowed me up with a shudder. Her nails dug into my back and I rocked all the way inside of her. “Oh, shit. Melissa…” I gasped as her pussy clenched around me, holding my cock tight.
“Just stay, just for a minute,” she pleaded, her lips soft against my shoulder.
I held her and then slowly withdrew and then pushed back into her with a fluid pulse. She moaned and bit her teeth into my shoulder. I didn’t care. The mix of pleasure and a sharp pain only turned me on. I brought her mouth back to mine and plunged my tongue inside at the same time my cock thrust back inside her. This time deeper.
Melissa arched and moaned as we moved together. I snaked a hand between us to tease her clit and she leaned back to give me better access. Her clit was tight and each flutter with my thumb and fingers made her gasp and moan. Her tits heaved in the air as she arched back, her hands gripping the edges of the table like she was hanging onto the side of a cliff.
I watched her rise to the top and just as she was about to start her fall, I thrust into her and she lost it, shuddering and clinging to me with her thighs and her arms as she threw herself at my chest. “Oh! Chase! Yes, yes, like that. Please.”
Her words wrecked me and I lost all attempt at control. She crashed over the edge and I followed her right over. We free fell together and then collapsed at the bottom, both still clinging and desperate as we came down from our sex induced high.
She groaned against my chest, the sound muffled by the wall of muscles. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight, listening to her panting. If I had any say, I’d never let her go.
Chapter Ten
Melissa
“Yo ho, yo ho, a pirate’s life for me!” Chase and Jackson’s bawdy song carried on the afternoon breeze to my place on a deck chair. The sky was so bright blue that it was hard to imagine just the day before we’d been caught in the middle of a huge storm. I hadn’t asked Chase if there actually was a hurricane, and he hadn’t offered details of what had happened above board during the thick of the beastly weather.
Then again, we’d found much more interesting things to discuss…and do…the night before.
My cheeks burned at the replay of our steamy encounter that had taken place five feet from my current sunbathing spot.
“Here you go,” Chase said from over my shoulder. I turned in my chair and saw him extending a plastic water bottle towards me. The sides were dripping with icy condensation and I sighed at the heavenly coolness of it against my skin. I rolled the bottle across my forehead and a few drops splashed down onto my cleavage. A detail that Chase didn’t miss. When I caught him watching the trail of the drops, my cheeks went hotter.
“Looks like you might need a little suntan lotion, your cheeks are getting red.”
I smiled to myself. If only he knew the reason why. I was hot…hot and bothered by the sight of him in his swim trunks, his broad chest bared and gleaming with the sheen of oil he’d applied to his skin.
“You just want to rub me down,” I teased, keeping my voice low so that Jackson couldn’t hear my suggestive statement. Not that he was likely to understand our subtle flirtation. In Jackson’s mind, Henry and I were still together. Although, I was fairly certain he’d noticed we didn’t get along. But half of the kids he went to pre-K with had divorced—or divorcing—parents who were the same way, so maybe we didn’t appear that abnormal after all.
I pushed aside the mommy guilt as best as I could and focused on Chase.
He took his seat in the lounge chair beside mine and grinned at me. “That’s a very t
rue statement.”
“Sounds like Jackson’s keeping you pretty busy though,” I said, twisting around to see my son at the wheel, still singing the song that Chase and he had started together.
“He likes it when I call him my first mate.” Chase chuckled and I turned back to face him. “He’s a natural at this adventure stuff.”
“Thank God. This whole thing has been a nightmare. I can’t imagine what it would be like if Jackson wasn’t so happy-go-lucky and excited about everything.”
Chase nodded but his eyes swept away from me to look out at the water ahead of us. A twinge of guilt stabbed at me. Surely he knew that I didn’t mean being with him was a nightmare? Didn’t he?
“Where’s our next stop?” I asked, needing to shift the conversation in a new direction. I wasn’t ready to have a more serious conversation with him about our relationship. We’d started to talk around the issue the night before, but hadn’t exactly come to any solid conclusions before getting lost in each other again.
In any case, it wasn’t a conversation I was willing to delve into while my son was within earshot. Last night was a welcome distraction from all of the drama we’d endured over the past few days. It was nice to let myself go and set aside the heaviness that clung to me at all hours. But as soon as we’d said goodnight, I went down to bed and started to wonder what it would be like if we’d met under different circumstances. What would have happened if he’d been the one I’d met in Hawaii all those years ago. Or, even if we’d met now, but outside of the situation where he was protecting me while I was on the run from my crazed ex-husband.
In a series of scenarios, I’d imagined, when I got to the end, they were all the same. Chase and I would find a way to be together, even against the odds.
I scoffed, clearing away the fantasies. That’s all they were. Nothing more than pre-sleep fantasies conjured up by an exhausted, emotional mind. In the real world things never ended with a happily ever after romance. Why should Chase and I be any different?
For the time being, I was still married to Henry, but even more than that, I had Jackson to think about. I needed to explain things to Jackson sooner or later. I just hadn’t decided which. At five years old he wasn’t likely to understand the situation. And I wasn’t willing to put an adult burden on his little shoulders, either.
I doubted that I’d ever be able to tell him the whole story.
Just telling him we weren’t going home and his father and I weren’t going to be together would be a big enough pill for him to swallow. Poor little man. And it was definitely out of the question to expect him to accept Chase as the new man of my life. No matter how much he adored him.
“There’s a little beach town not too far from here called Manzanilla,” Chase answered, drawing me back from the tangled mess of thoughts and complications that I’d started to wrestle with again. “It’s pretty remote, but has a decent sized port that we can use to refuel and get restocked with food and water.”
“Any chance we can stay there for a couple of days? Like we did in Cabo?”
Chases expression shifted to a frown. “I don’t think that’s a good idea, Melissa.”
I tried to play it off, to accept his answer and act like it didn’t bother me. But the truth was—it did, it was just another reminder that everything was out of my control. Henry had managed to take away the last remaining shred of hope I’d found since leaving home. Back in Cabo, in the beautiful hotel suite Chase had got us, I’d let myself relax and even dared to hope for the future. No, Mexico was never going to be the same as living in California, but it was good enough.
I’d imagined what it would be like to build a life in some seaside Mexican city like Cabo. I imagined I could get a secretary job in some kind of commercial office once the cash ran out. Jackson could enroll in a bilingual school for kindergarten and we could ride things out. Rebuild. But the fiasco in Cabo reminded me that no matter where I went or what I tried to do, Henry would find me. He wasn’t going to give up until he got Jackson back. And that meant he’d have to kill me first.
“When we get to Manzanilla, I’ll call Matt,” Chase offered. “I’m sure he’s got more news for us and might be able to offer a solution.”
I scoffed. “Like what? I don’t want to sound pissy but I’m having a hard time seeing any way out of the situation that doesn’t end in Jackson being kidnapped and me in a body bag.”
As soon as the words left my mouth I turned around in my seat to make sure Jackson hadn’t heard me. I heaved a sigh of relief when I spotted him still at the wheel, humming his song, and staring out at something off the side of the boat. I turned back to Chase and lowered my voice when I added, “I just mean that until we figure out how Henry’s tracking me—there isn’t a safe place for me to go. I can’t live the rest of my life on the run and I certainly won’t put Jackson through that. He needs friends his own age and to get back into a routine like he had in California. There was school and soccer and all of the things that little boys his age should have. If I can’t find a way to give that to him, then I might as well send him back to California to live with Henry.”
Chase’s eyebrows lifted with surprise at my harsh statement. “You don’t mean that.”
I considered it and then nodded. “Yes, actually I do. Henry is not going to hurt Jackson. As much of the monster as he is, he’s never lifted a hand against his son. He’d make sure Jackson went to the top schools, and that he has everything he needs to succeed—which would be better than living the rest of his life on a boat, drifting up and down the shores of Mexico, and never having a sense of stability.”
Chase listened to me and after a long moment, he nodded, though I couldn’t tell if he agreed, or if he was merely trying to placate me.
I stared out at the water, tears pricking my eyes behind my sunglasses. Could I really let him go? It seemed an impossible choice.
“Mom!” Jackson bellowed from the bridge.
I twisted in my chair to look back at him. “What, sweetheart?”
“Do you have my binoculars?”
Binoculars? He didn’t have binoculars. “Honey, come here. I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
His face screwed up with frustration. “I can’t, Mom! I have to steer the boat.”
I shot a sideways glance at Chase. “A little help here?”
Chase smiled and stood from his chair beside me. “I didn’t tell him that it’s on cruise control,” he said, smirking as he went to the bridge to relieve his “first mate.”
Once Chase took over at the helm, Jackson came racing over to me. “My binoculars, mom.”
Why don’t children understand that repeating something over and over doesn’t make it make any more sense than the first time they said it?
I sighed. “Where did you see them last? Are you sure you packed them?”
“They were in my happy meal right before we left for our adventure!” he explained, his voice rising with irritation that I didn’t know what he was referring to. The day we met Chase at McDonald’s seemed like so long ago. I barely remembered that day and didn’t even remember Jackson getting a toy, let alone what he did with it after the meal. “Let me check my purse.”
Jackson followed me below deck and into the bedroom we’d been sharing. I got on my hands and knees to dig out my purse from underneath the bed. There were a series of cupboards for extra storage and I’d locked my purse away at the last one on the very end. I punched in the key code that Chase had set up and pulled the drawer open. My Gucci handbag was lying on its side next to the stacks of money we’d taken from the duffel bag back at the park Chase had taken us to. I took the purse and rocked back on to my knees to start digging through the contents while Jackson watched over my shoulder.
“There they are!” Jackson cried, pointing his finger at the interior of my purse. It was lined with dark fabric and the red plastic binoculars stood out against it. I laughed softly to myself, marveling how I couldn’t even remember putting them in
there. But then again, things were so different now. I hadn’t needed to take my purse anywhere. I’d just grab a few bucks from the stacks and go.
Since having a child my purse had become less of a storage place for lip glosses, spare deodorant, and makeup. It was more of a garage for Hot Wheels, plastic airplanes, and the occasional dinosaur.
I lifted the binoculars from the bottom of my purse and handed them over to Jackson, who clutched them to his chest as though they were made of solid gold. Or chocolate. “I’m going to go try them out,” he said, absolutely giddy. “Maybe I’ll see a whale!”
“Maybe you will,” I agreed, though considering the fact that the binoculars were free, alongside a package of french fries—I didn’t hold out much hope. But if it made him happy then they were well worth it.
Jackson scampered off upstairs, and I rummaged through the rest of the contents of my purse, wondering what else I’d left inside. Two blue crayons, a half a granola bar and one small Camaro. All of the things a mom with a toddler needs.
As I scraped the sticky bottom, my fingertip snagged on something. I squinted into the bottom of my purse trying to identify the strange object. It appeared to be stuck to the bottom. I wrinkled my nose, imagining it was a hard candy or some other snack food Jackson had tossed inside and was now adhered to the lining of my $3,200 purse.
“When am I going to realize that designer bags and children don’t mix?” I muttered to myself.
The circle wouldn’t lift out so I took the whole purse to the bathroom to get a better look under the bright light. I pulled the bag apart and tried picking at it with my nail, but it wouldn’t move. As I continued to try and pull it out, a sick feeling washed over me, as sudden recognition dawned.
“Shit!” I gasped, realizing what it was.