Take Me To The Beach

by K. L. Grayson, Karina Halle, A. L. Jackson, Marni Mann, Monica Murphy, Devney Perry, Kristen Proby, Rachel Van Dyken

  And that was what we did for two straight days.

  Now, it was our last night here before we’d be cruising back to Miami in the morning, and the staff was clearing our plates after they served us dinner on the top deck.

  One of them refilled James’s champagne, and then she topped off my scotch and said, “Can I bring you some dessert?”

  I looked at James. She was eating the strawberry that had hung over the rim of her glass, her lips wide, taking in the tip, just like she would do to my cock.

  She was wearing a low-cut dress and no bra, and her nipples were hard from the breeze. Because I’d seen her get ready after her shower, I knew she didn’t have any panties on underneath.

  The only dessert I wanted was to feast on her cunt.

  “I think we’re all right for now,” I told her.

  She nodded. “Once we’re finished tidying up, we’ll be out of your hair.”

  That was a polite way of saying they’d stay off this deck and give us some privacy.

  And that was what I wanted.

  Once the plates were gone, James slid around the horseshoe-shaped bench until she was right next to me. I put my arm around her shoulders and pulled her into my chest, kissing the top of her head. She smelled so fucking good.

  “I think I’m going to sign up for a business class at the University of Miami.”

  Surprised by her news, I leaned back, so I could see her face. “You’re serious?”

  She glanced up. “It’s online, so I won’t have to go to the school and draw all this attention to myself.”

  “Where did this decision come from?”

  She sat up but stayed facing me. “Since middle school, I’ve been taking classes online, and that’s how I got my high school diploma. Technically, I should have started college last fall, and I probably would have majored in business. My accountant and financial adviser manage my money and investments, but I’d like to take a more active role, maybe find some businesses to partner up with. I need more knowledge, and I think the college courses will help with that.” Her voice softened. “I certainly have the time now to do it, and I know how happy it would have made my parents.”

  So often, I forgot that she was only eighteen. That she should have just walked across the stage to receive her diploma, like I’d done with my buddies. That she should be at keg parties and eating grilled cheeses from the cafeteria. That she should have a lack of closet space in a small-ass dorm room.

  But James didn’t have any of that.

  And, still, she was a millionaire.

  I loved that money fueled her to want to learn more and to want to have control over her future.

  That wasn’t a decision most eighteen-year-olds would make.

  “Why the University of Miami?”

  She shrugged, a smile growing across her face. “I like it here.” She glanced around at the scenery beyond the boat. Because it was after sunset, the only light was at the top of the yacht, and it made a path of silver that went straight across the water, almost all the way to the shore. “It’s pretty.”

  I held back a curl that threatened to fall into her face and cupped her cheek. “You’re full of shit.”

  She laughed. “I want to stay to be close to you.”

  “You know I’m not giving up. My goal is to have you on a movie set within the next three months. I’m fighting like hell for you.”

  “I know. I want that, too. But that doesn’t mean I can’t take a class at the same time I’m filming or make Miami my home base instead of LA.”

  Fuck, I wanted that.

  But I wanted it for the right reason.

  “James, listen to me, I don’t want you to have any regrets. I don’t want you to give up anything because of me. I don’t want to hold you back. So, I need to know you’re doing this for you and not for me.”

  She said nothing for several breaths. She just stared out toward the water, and I watched the emotion start to fill her face.

  “I’ve learned a lot since Abel. Even more since Calvin.” She paused to put her hand on top of mine. “I’m not afraid to go after what I want, Brett. I proved that at your party. And, now, more than ever, I think before I act. I’ve been thinking about this for weeks.”

  “If that’s what you want, then you’re going to give up your apartment and move in with me.”

  “Really? You’re okay with that?”

  “You’re living with me now anyway. The only things missing are your clothes, and I’m sure I can find a spot for them.”

  She ran her other hand over the side of my beard. “I want that.”

  “Me, too.”

  I lifted my arm off her shoulders and gripped the back of her head, pushing her closer to me. When my lips were right in front of hers, I stopped. “You’re mine.”

  “Yes.”

  Then, I lifted the bottom of her dress, my fingers crawling underneath it and going higher until they reached her cunt. No panties, just like I’d thought, but two perfect lips and a sexy fucking clit instead. “All of you.”

  “Yes.”

  I circled her entrance, her wetness soaking my fingers until two of them slipped in.

  “Ahhh,” she hissed, her eyes locking with my stare. “And you’re all mine.”

  I devoured her mouth as soon as the words had left it, never hearing her speak something so hot before.

  While we’d been eating dinner, I’d scouted places on the top deck where it would be safe to fuck. I needed a spot that wasn’t in the light, that would hide her body once I took off her dress. Somewhere that couldn’t be seen if another boat drove by or if someone was looking at us from the shore. I’d found a small section in the front that was exactly what I needed. It had a round couch and an awning over the top that covered both sides. And, because it was so dark in that area, the only thing anyone would see was my back.

  Before I lost all self-control and stripped her naked right here, I decided it was time to move her.

  I slowly slid out of her pussy, and while I stood, I stuck those same fingers into my mouth, groaning as I got a taste of her.

  “You’re so dirty,” she said.

  “You’re so fucking delicious.”

  I reached for her waist and lifted her into the air, carrying her to the front of the deck where I set her on the couch.

  “Isn’t this just the perfect spot?” she said, stretching her legs across the cushions, almost positioning herself in a split. “Knowing you, you planned this.”

  “Not planned,” I said as I knelt in front of her. “But found.” I lifted her dress and dived my face underneath it, going straight for her clit.

  “Brett,” she moaned.

  Her hand went to the top of my head, and she yanked my hair as I ate her cunt. I licked up and down, sucking every few seconds, flicking during the rest, my fingers driving into her. She bent her knees, her toes curling around the edge. I could tell she was trying to be quiet, but her gentle moans and her breathing told me she was getting close.

  “Just like that,” she said, her hips grinding, causing her pussy to rock back and forth over my mouth.

  I licked harder and faster and finger-fucked her all the way up to my knuckles. Within a few seconds, she was unraveling, her stomach trembling. Once I knew the orgasm had worked through her body, I pulled her dress over her head and slipped my shirt off, dropping my shorts before I got on my knees again.

  “Fuck me,” she demanded.

  I loved that mouth.

  I especially loved it when it said things like that.

  I moved her legs apart, placing her thighs on the cushions, and pulled her toward the edge where I thrust straight into her pussy.

  “My God,” she groaned, my sound matching hers.

  I reached around and held her ass, cupping the back of her head with my other hand, and I ground my fucking cock into that tight, wet cunt.

  “James,” I growled, my hand now running over her tit and down her navel and across her thigh and back up t
o her neck.

  She was so fucking young.

  She had the most unbelievable body.

  The tightest cunt.

  A perfect ass.

  A face that couldn’t be more gorgeous.

  And all of it was mine.

  I pounded into her, rubbing her clit at the same time. Just as the build began to clench my balls, she wrapped her arms around my neck and put her lips on mine, and we both moaned.

  Knowing she was only seconds away, I brushed her clit even harder and tilted my hips forward to reach that spot she liked.

  “Brett,” she cried out, her head leaning back, her tits begging for my teeth.

  I took one into my mouth and sucked it while I pumped, cum shooting out with every plunge.

  “God, you’re incredible.” She grabbed my face and held it close as the both of us tried to catch our breaths.

  I kissed her hard, and when we calmed down and our movements stilled, I said, “You rent your house in LA, don’t you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Why don’t we fly there at the end of this week, get all your shit packed up, and move you into my place? No reason to keep that lease if you’re making Miami home.”

  Even though it was dark, I could still see her smile.

  “I love that idea.”

  James

  “Will you bring me some coffee?” I shouted to Brett from the bed while I heard him moving around in the kitchen.

  Even on days we could sleep in, he still got up so early. Usually, he’d try dragging me to the gym in our building, but that was after he gave me a workout at home.

  I never had to beg.

  That man wanted sex all the time, especially since I’d moved in.

  It was a little over a month ago when I’d given up the lease of my LA rental and had all my things shipped to Florida. Brett and I had met the moving company at my place, and I’d told them what I wanted to keep and the items that were being donated.

  There wasn’t any room to put my clothes in the master closet, so I’d chosen to put them in one of the guest rooms. The size of the space was perfect; it just had no organization. So, the day after my stuff had arrived, Brett had had a decorator meet me at the condo to design a new closet. It had taken three weeks to build, and then Eve had flown in a few days ago to fill the sections with even more clothes and accessories.

  Now, this place really felt like home.

  “Do you want breakfast?” he asked.

  “Depends.”

  He moved into the doorway of our bedroom. A pair of sweats sat low on his waist, showing the V that cut up the sides of his lower stomach, the abs that rode up the middle, and the dark hair that covered the top of his chest.

  He was all man, and I loved every bit of it.

  “Depends if we’re going to the gym or not.”

  “And if we don’t?”

  “I want breakfast.”

  He laughed and disappeared into the kitchen. While I waited, I lifted my phone off the nightstand and pulled up one of my social media accounts. The first picture I came across was of Eve, and I double-tapped it. She had left Miami yesterday to go to New York City to style another one of her clients. The photo she’d posted was of her in a pizza shop, eating a slice that was larger than her arm.

  I scrolled and saw a picture of Scarlett next. She was on a sailboat with Jack and some other people I didn’t recognize. They were in Nassau for a few days, doing some business and taking a little time off for themselves.

  I passed a few other shots of women I’d worked with in the past and girls I’d hung out with in LA. There were pictures of them at brunch and at the beach and having cocktails.

  Things I didn’t miss.

  In a city I didn’t miss at all.

  It wasn’t just Brett that kept me in Miami. I had absolutely no desire to return to LA. Not just because I didn’t have any work there, but also because nothing had felt real. Or right. Or comfortable. Even the sunshine had felt more like a tanning bed than the heat that baked on us here.

  I’d made the right choice.

  I was reminded of that every morning when I woke up next to Brett—even if we still had to keep our relationship a secret.

  Focusing on the screen again, I got past all the girl shots, and I came across a series of pictures that Max had posted sometime last night. The tag showed he was in Nashville, and I knew that meant he was at Sophia’s concert. When I’d spoken to Eve yesterday morning, she’d told me that Max was going.

  She wasn’t happy about it, but there was nothing we could do. Sophia was part of The Agency, and that wasn’t going to change.

  I double-clicked the first shot, which was a selfie with Max standing backward on the stage, showing all the seats behind him at the Ryman. Dream come true, was the caption.

  The next picture was of him and several other people, none I recognized, which were probably the members of Sophia’s crew. The third shot was of him, Abel, and Sophia. I stared at it for several seconds, waiting to feel something.

  I felt nothing.

  No anger. No hatred. No sadness.

  They didn’t deserve any of that from me, and in the weeks that had passed since the party, everything I had felt for them completely left my body. Now, I saw Eve’s boyfriend standing between two people I wanted nothing to do with.

  I swiped once more and reached the last photo. This one was just of him and Sophia backstage with lots of crewmembers standing around in the background.

  I knew Max wasn’t trying to upset Eve by posting these pictures. He certainly wasn’t trying to rub anything in my face. He wasn’t like that. But Max was all business, just like Brett. He promoted his clients to gain them more interest, he wanted to be seen with them to make him a more desirable agent, and he wanted to plug the company every chance he got.

  Social media was the perfect way to do it, and these guys were good at it.

  It was just hard to believe that someone as bitchy as Sophia Sully could have such a large following. She hadn’t reached full stardom yet, but she was well on her way, and Max was going to do everything he could to get her there.

  She looked the part well with the curled blonde hair and the short cutoffs and the large, perfectly white teeth. She had everyone fooled, everyone believing she was an angel. I wished they had seen that angel when she locked me in the restroom at the party.

  I couldn’t think about it anymore.

  My eyes shifted to the top of the photo, gazing at the faces of the people who were behind Sophia and Max. There were several in the left corner and in the middle and one on the right. Once my eyes landed on the right, they didn’t move. Something about that guy looked familiar. I could only see three quarters of his face, but his jaw was one I remembered along with those short sideburns and that messy brown hair.

  He was smiling, and I saw his teeth.

  Large front teeth.

  I shot up straight in bed, the blanket dropping to my waist, and I gasped in a breath and screamed, “Brett!”

  Oh my God.

  I couldn’t believe what the hell I was looking at.

  I couldn’t believe, after all this time, I was finally seeing his face.

  “Brett!” I yelled again.

  “Yeah?”

  “Get in here! Come quick!”

  I heard his feet on the floor, and they got louder, the closer he got until he was in the doorway, saying, “What’s wrong?”

  I held out my phone, so he could see the screen. “That’s him.”

  “Who?”

  “That’s fucking Calvin.” I pointed at the photo, tapping the screen so hard that I was sure my nail broke. “Right there in Max’s picture. I can’t see that much of his face, but I don’t need to. Brett, I’m positive it’s him.”

  He grabbed the phone out of my hand. “Which one?”

  “The guy on the right.”

  His jaw clenched, and his lip curled. Finally, he glanced up from my phone. “Why is Calvin backstage at Sophia’s conce
rt?”

  I shook my head. “I don’t know.”

  “Where the fuck is my phone?” He scanned the room until he located it on the dresser and lifted it into his hands. He hit the screen and tapped it a few times before holding it up to his ear. “I’m about to fuck somebody up.”

  Brett

  Max didn’t answer his phone until the third ring, and with a rough, scratchy voice, he said, “Brett, do you have any idea what fucking time it is? I went to bed two hours ago. Give me a goddamn break.”

  “Pull up those pictures you posted on social media last night.” Using James’s phone, I flipped through the stack he’d uploaded, so I could give him some direction. “And go to the last one.”

  “I’m going back to bed.”

  “Like hell you are.”

  “What’s the point of this?”

  “Just do it,” I growled.

  “I’m hungover as fuck. Give me a fucking second.” I heard a click and his breathing. “What picture again? The one with—”

  “You and Sophia.”

  He sighed. “Don’t even tell me this phone call is about you being pissed that I went to her concert last night. Because, man, I’ve about reached my limit with all this Sophia bullshit.”

  I ground my teeth together, trying to calm my nerves before I exploded. “Max, just look at the fucking picture, and tell me who the guy is in the upper-right corner.”

  “The upper-right corner,” he repeated. “Fuck, I’ve got to put in my contacts; I can’t see shit. Hang on.”

  If Max were in Miami right now, I would get in my goddamn car and drive to his house and skip all of this. But Sophia was playing a two-night show in Nashville, so Max wasn’t due back until tomorrow.

  “Brett, what’s he saying?” James asked. Since she’d shown me the picture on her phone, she’d covered her naked body with a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, and she was sitting in the middle of the bed, fidgeting nonstop.