by Natalie Ann
Her hands went to his head and held it in place as he lapped her up like she was the last drop of milk on the floor near hungry little kittens.
Her legs came up and around his back, her clit needing to grind against something. She was so hot and wet and wanted the release.
“Damn, you are testing my limits,” he said, moving down her body, his hands going to the waist of her panties and lowering them down. She was never one for waxing, but she kept a neat ship down there, nice and trimmed and kind of pretty in her eyes.
She caught him staring. “See something you like?”
“A lot,” he said, moving her legs down from behind his back while his mouth lowered on her swollen bud and went to work more than what he had with her nipple moments ago.
Her head fell back on the bed and she let out a screech as everything that had been built up for weeks just let go and she started to come and throb so hard she thought she was going to split in two.
When she didn’t think there was anything else left in her body to move, Crew shifted and left the bed. She turned and opened her eyes to see him looking around in his pants, then pull a condom out. He dropped his boxer briefs and gave her one hell of a view of his rather large cock before he covered himself and climbed back over her.
“You can put your legs back where they were,” he said.
“Gladly.” She moved them up and around his hips while she felt him ease into her. It was tight but felt so right.
She lifted up and he pushed in further. Another moan escaped and at that point she wasn’t sure if it was his or hers and it didn’t matter.
All that mattered was that the two of them were moving at a speed that would definitely get them pulled over for a traffic violation and she’d bet neither of them cared.
The bed was squeaking and tapping the wall, her muscles were even starting to hurt and she was reaching an exhaustion she’d never felt before, but the last thing she wanted to do was stop.
When his hands went under her ass and held her in place as he started to pound into her, she couldn’t do anything else other than let go and scream out his name, then fall limp while she tried to catch her breath.
Crew followed behind her moments later, his weight heavy, but not a burden. No, it was more like a comfort.
14
Pleased With Yourself
Crew had never felt so depleted of energy a day in his life. Not just physically but emotionally as well. Who would have thought a little sexy kitten was hidden in there? More like a hellcat.
He finally pulled within himself and rolled off of Emily, flopping on his back and taking a few deep breaths.
“That was amazing.”
“Tell me about it,” he said. “Did I hurt you?”
She started to laugh and he wasn’t sure what the cause was. “Hardly.”
“What’s so funny? I think I lost a bit of control at the end. I’m not sure I remember, to be honest.”
“That’s kind of sweet, but control was the last thing I think either of us was thinking of or even wanting. It’s been a long time since I’ve been in this position and I hope I don’t have to wait as long to be here again.”
“Not if I have anything to say about it.” He sat up on the bed. “Bathroom through there?”
“Yes,” she said.
He stood up and made his way there. For an older home, the bathroom was pretty large and modern, leading him to believe she’d had a lot of work done or someone did. Hell, he didn’t even know how long she’s lived here.
Once he took care of the condom, he ran the water and splashed it over his face and chest. He was pretty worn out. He looked in the mirror but didn’t see anything different even though something felt it deep inside.
When he walked back out, Emily was still in bed, just sitting up against the headboard with his shirt on. There was something about seeing a woman in his clothing that made him feel so protective.
“You look awful pleased with yourself,” he said.
She patted the bed. “I feel that way. Do you plan on staying the night and giving me some more are you going to be on your way now that you got what you wanted?”
He frowned. “That’s more direct than I thought you’d be.”
She blushed and ran her hand down his back, over the wings on his tattoo. “I didn’t mean it that way. It can go both ways since I feel like I got what I wanted too and I’m sorry if it was insulting to you. I’m a bit rusty, you could say.”
He turned and moved up to sit by her in bed, his back against the headboard, then slipped under the covers with her, his arm around her shoulder. “You were hardly rusty to me.”
“Maybe that is the control we both lost. So...are you staying the night?”
“If you want me to. I’ve got a change of clothes in my car, but I never assume anything.”
“I’d like you to stay. But I guess I don’t get to see you in that suit again.”
“Three times in the same suit might be pushing it,” he told her.
Her hand was running over his chest now and he put his on it as it was moving down under the sheets. “Why did you stop me?”
“No clue.”
She turned and straddled his hips, her mouth to his. Though she had his dress shirt on, it was wide open and exposing her breasts. His hands went right to them, lifting her up so she was lined up with his mouth.
“You sure know what you are doing,” she said.
He wasn’t about to say he’d had a lot of practice. Now that would be crude.
“And you talk too much,” he said.
She laughed and then reached over his body into a drawer, pulling out another condom. Good thing, as he only had one in his pants and would have had to go out to his vehicle for more.
“No more words,” she said. “Just actions.” Then ripped the package open, covered him, lifted up and sat back down and proceeded to show him she wasn’t the least bit rusty at all.
Emily had no idea what had come over her the night before.
She’d always enjoyed sex but not like she did with Crew. In the past it was more an action than an adventure, but with Crew she wanted everything and anything he wanted to give or show her.
She wasn’t normally bold like that but knew he appreciated it.
And cuddling? Nope, not her thing. Yet she fell asleep in his arms and woke up sweating from his body heat.
She’d slid out from under his arm and made her way into the bathroom, showered, and threw on leggings and a cotton shirt, then walked across the room and downstairs to the kitchen with him not even stirring. Either he was a hard sleeper or she wore him out.
She’d been downstairs loudly moving things around in the kitchen hoping to wake him up, but nothing seemed to be working. She was close to going upstairs and jumping on him to see if that did it.
But then she heard the water running upstairs and assumed he was in the shower, so she pulled out a package of bacon and then the eggs and some bread. Might as well refuel for them both.
“Smells good in here,” he said, moving forward and placing his lips on hers. He had on jeans and a flannel shirt over a T-shirt, his feet bare. He was looking mighty yummy and breakfast wasn’t the only thing appealing to her at the moment.
“Thanks. I figured we could both use the food.”
“I know I can. You’re awfully loud in the morning,” he said, laughing. “If you wanted me up, just nudge me and tell me.”
She felt the heat fill her face. “Sorry. I didn’t think you’d sleep that hard.”
“You wore me right out. I’m not sure I’ve slept that hard since I’ve been on the island.”
“Now you’re exaggerating.”
“Not really,” he said, moving to get a cup and pour some coffee.
She liked that he felt comfortable enough to help himself. “Maybe it’s the thread count on my sheets. I like some of the finer things.”
“Sure, it was the thread count,” he said, his eyes smiling over the rim of the
cup. “You tell yourself that.”
“You’re making me feel self-conscious this morning.”
She turned her back and returned to cooking the bacon, but he moved over and put his hand around her waist and pulled her back so she was nestled against his chest. “No reason to feel that way. Sometimes two people just work well together.”
She turned and hugged him. “I wouldn’t know. This is a first for me.”
“You’ll have to explain that better,” he said.
So much for getting away with letting it drop. Her and her big mouth. What happened to her always being in control? Now she was letting all sorts of things escape out of her lips.
“I’m obviously not a virgin,” she said. “But I don’t think I’ve had that big of an appetite for sex in the past. Maybe it’s your body.”
He laughed. “Good to know. But that’s superficial and won’t last long if I get fat.”
She found herself laughing. “And your personality. Why didn’t I know you were this funny?”
“Because you don’t talk to me much. I’m just the guy dropping off your packages.”
“Ah, but you gave me a package last night. A priceless one at that.”
He spit the coffee he was sipping out of his mouth and started to cough and then laugh. “Talk about a personality that has been hidden.”
“Sorry. I’ve got no filter with you and can’t figure out my reason for it.”
“There doesn’t need to be a reason,” he said. He grabbed a paper towel and wiped up the coffee he’d sprayed on the counter. “I’m glad and honored you feel comfortable enough to drop your guard with me. It seems like your shield is always present with others. Why fight it if you don’t have to?”
“I’ve never thought of it that way before. I guess I hadn’t expected it and it’s come out of left field.”
“Didn’t expect it with someone like me?” he asked.
“And there you go getting your back all up. I don’t care what other people think, but you know as well as I do we were talked about last night.”
“And you had to defend me?” he asked. He didn’t look like he was annoyed over it, but she wasn’t sure what was going on either.
“No,” she said. “My family isn’t stuck up like many might think. I don’t need a man to take care of me. I can take care of myself.”
“But you don’t want a man you need to take care of?” he asked.
“Something tells me you’re a pretty independent guy. But the answer to that is no. I’m no one’s sugar mama.”
“I am independent, but why do you say that?”
“You’ve got a good job. You’re by yourself on this island that isn’t cheap to live on. The only family that you say you are close with is your grandmother and you wanted her to move here with you. That tells me you’re a protector not a user.”
“That about sums me up,” he said.
“Then we are all good and breakfast is ready.” She put everything on plates and slid it in front of him at the little table he’d moved to. “And one more thing. Your tattoo pretty much said it all.”
“How’s that?”
“I asked why you got the eagle and you said freedom. You do what you want when you want. That means I’m the one that has to worry if you’re going to leave rather than if you are sticking around.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” he said.
She’d just have to take his word for it for now but couldn’t voice those thoughts since she was the one who laid the ground rules down.
15
Life On The Island
A few weeks later, Crew felt life was going pretty damn good.
He had what he’d consider a girlfriend. Something he hadn’t had in years. Not like this. And it might only be in his mind, but he’d take it.
He and Emily didn’t see each other a lot, but enough. She was a hard worker with a new business that he knew meant everything to her, but she still found time to be with him.
It seemed they’d gotten into the habit of dinner one night during the week, sometimes twice, and Saturday night at her place.
She’d only been to his that one time on Christmas night where they talked and played pool and darts and not much more. It just seemed easier to go to her place more since she was the one cooking, but deep down he didn’t want her at his house where he might slip and make a comment about owning the place.
Or be worried she might find something personal of his that would give away his wealth. He didn’t leave bank statements out, or investment information, but it was there and could be found if she happened to be a nosy person.
She’d already commented on the pool table and how he got it to the island or how much of a pain it might have been and he’d been honest and said the house was furnished. He’d purposely asked for it to be that way so he didn’t have to deal with shipping stuff over.
The owners did take some things with them, like their beds and a few pieces of furniture, but not so much that it made it hard for him to get what he had here to the island in one trip on a moving truck.
But life on the island was much more than he’d thought it’d be.
Sure, January had some blistery winds coming off the ocean. More freezing rain than snow half the time, but it wasn’t all that bad.
And though Emily said the hotel wasn’t packed by any means they were using this time to try new things with the business and get more marketing and promos set up with other ventures.
He had to imagine it was a balancing act to be a Bond on this island and have a business. It seemed they all worked together to make sure everyone was successful even if they had competing businesses.
Imagine that. His family couldn’t even get along because they wanted money they felt his parents should have handed out freely to everyone like butterscotch candy in a nursing home.
Did his parents help and give money to their siblings? They did. They’d paid off their debts for them and let them start fresh, but it wasn’t enough. Nothing was ever enough in their eyes.
And when he was walking in the door at the end of the day and his phone rang, he wanted to send it right to voicemail but instead decided to torture himself and take it.
Why not? It’d been months since he’d talked to his Aunt Vicki. His father’s sister. She only called when she wanted something and he learned if he didn’t say no right away, she’d keep blowing his phone up.
Hell, even after he said no, she still did it.
“Hello,” he said. “What do you need, Aunt Vicki?” Might as well get right to the point.
“Is that any way to talk to your aunt?” she said.
“I’m sorry. Hi, Aunt Vicki. How have you been?” he said instead and rolled his eyes.
“Not good. I need your help.”
“See? You should have just answered my first question. What’s it this time?”
“So you’ll help?” she asked, sounding surprised.
“Probably not, but I’ll at least hear you out.” He’d never forget how she led the charge to contest his parents’ will. He’d had to spend a crazy amount of money on lawyers to get them to back off and, instead of helping him through the grieving process, they made it worse.
Then when they realized they weren’t going to win, they changed their tune and decided to be there for him. They apologized and said they were wrong. Not just his Aunt Vicki, but also his Uncle Richard, his mother’s brother. He got hit by it from both sides of the family.
It didn’t matter. They still tried to get money from him anytime they could. He’d been stupid enough to do it at first but then learned it wasn’t going to end.
“If my brother were alive he’d help me,” she said, starting to sniffle.
“Maybe,” he said back. “But I’m not my father and if he knew of all the shit you said about him after his death he’d be telling you to shove it up your ass.”
“My brother would never tell me that,” she argued.
He wasn’t going to get in a pi
ssing match with her. “What is it this time?” he asked again.
“Cole is in trouble.”
“Again?” he said of his cousin that was two years younger than him. Cole had a liking for booze and drugs. Nothing that Crew wanted any part of.
“He got pulled over after leaving a party two days ago. He thought he was fine to drive.”
“But he wasn’t and got another DWI, right?”
“Yes. I bailed him out of jail, but he might lose his license and he needs it to keep his job. We need to hire an attorney and they are expensive. I’m still barely keeping a roof over our heads and Stephanie’s tuition is due in a few weeks too.”
“A roof over your head?” he asked. “There shouldn’t be a problem. My father paid your house off for you along with your cars. You got a clean slate and have a job, or don’t you work anymore?”
“I work,” she said. “But you know I’m just a secretary for the school district. I don’t get paid all that much.”
“Which means Stephanie should be getting financial aid,” he pointed out. He was waiting to hear about Stephanie’s deadbeat dad even though his aunt’s ex had supported her and the kids like any normal dad would. It just never was enough for Vicki.
There was silence on the other end. “She didn’t get her paperwork filled out in time.”
“Not my problem,” he said. His cousins were irresponsible just like their mother. They always wanted someone to bail them out.
“She might have to drop out of college,” she said.
“Oh, you’re asking for tuition money too?” he asked. “Not just lawyer fees?”
“If you could, that’d be great. I need twenty thousand. Ten for both of them.”
“No. Cole dug his own hole. He has a job, he can pay for his own lawyer. Maybe if you stopped bailing him out he’d get his shit together. If you called and said he was hurt or sick and had medical bills, then I’d go to the hospital and pay them for him, but I’m not giving him money to put him back on the street when he’s already gotten out of a few DWI’s. Maybe now he’ll learn his lesson and not kill someone while he’s out being a dick.”