by L. Loren
“Oh my goodness, Dyce! They are everything! I love them! Here, help me put them on.”
I pushed the box towards her as I scrambled to remove the hoops I decided to wear earlier. After securing the earring to my lobes, I grabbed my friend and hugged her for dear life. People could say what they wanted about Dyce, but she was the best friend I had ever had. She would always have my back and I would always have hers.
“I’m glad you like them. And just so you know, I paid for them out of my own money. They are not supplied by the sugar daddy crew.”
“I appreciate that, and I don’t just like them. I love them.”
“Speaking of love, what was up with Captain Bae? I heard the crew gossiping about him spending the night in his quarters with you. What y’all did in the captain’s quarters all night long? And was he long?”
Unable to hold in my laughter, I smacked Dyce on her arm. She was so silly. I couldn’t stop smiling as I thought about how Mateus used his magical mouth on me.
“Bitch, will you stop grinning like a damn fool and give me the details? I need to know how low did he go? Did he go down low? Did he take it to the floor? Oh, and for God’s sake, please tell me it was hot! Was it everything you thought it would be? Spill before they get that little boat thing ready to go ashore.”
The silly chick started wiggling her hips and dropping her ass low, grabbing the attention of the deck hands. I waved for her to stop as I laughed uncontrollably.
“It was everything I ever dreamed of and so much more than I could ever imagine. I can’t wait to do it again.”
As if on cue, Mateus appeared at the door of the lounge and made his way on deck. When our eyes connected his smile grew wide on his face, followed by a heated look in his eyes. The man was beautiful in the morning light. I just about forgot that Dyce was standing there. My breath hitched in my chest as I surveyed his slim, but muscular body. I needed to lick those abs again. I didn’t get my fill last night.
“Damn, it must have been electric. I am getting hot just watching you two look at each other. I haven’t been fucked that good in years. I am happy for you, bestie.”
Before I could acknowledge what she said, Mateus glided his way over to me and kissed me on the cheek. The inferno that was simmering in my stomach flamed up at the touch of his mouth to my skin. God help me, I had visions of him pulling my swim trunks to the side and fucking me raw right there in front of everyone. What was wrong with me?
“Good morning, baby. Did you sleep well?”
Baby? So we’re doing that now? Okay then.
“Good morning. Yes, I slept like a rock. I woke up to a cold bed, though.”
“Well, I’ll just have to see about heating it back up for you tonight.”
And there went my resolve. I rubbed my body against his like a cat looking for affection. Mateus didn’t miss a beat. His hand shot out and rubbed my lower back in that one spot that turned me into mush. It was scary how much power this one man held over me. I am sure this is how that Svengali stuff started, deliver multiple orgasms and then the woman would do any and everything he asked.
“Don’t mind me. I’m just standing here minding my own business.”
Dyce’s joke snapped us back to reality. We had to remember we were not the only two people around, even if it felt like it was just us. It had to be obvious to anyone watching that we had been intimate. The way he devoured me with his eyes told our sordid story. There was no hiding the way our bodies were automatically drawn to each other nor the insane chemistry that bounced off our bodies and danced around the room. Well, the boat, but you get my gist. I caught a glimpse of the deck hands whispering and grinning as they helped the ladies onto the tinder. Mateus and I remained on deck as he explained that we would be headed to the beach as soon as the crew returned.
BIMINI WAS BREATHTAKING. After arriving on shore, Mateus took me on a little island tour before we headed to the beach for some fun. We were supposed to meet the ladies for a picnic lunch around 1:30, but that didn’t work out as planned. By the time we made it through our tour, it was already 2:00. Mateus simply radioed his crew to let them know we were delayed and to eat without us.
I think he planned on us missing the group picnic because when we made it to the beach, there was a romantic scene waiting for me. A blanket had been spread out with all kinds of foods and drinks. When he walked us over to the setup, I gasped.
“Is this for us?”
“Yes, I called ahead this morning and had it arranged. I hope you don’t mind.”
“It is beautiful, Mateus. Thank you.”
“You’re welcome. Happy birthday, baby.”
He leaned over and placed a chaste kiss on my lips. I wanted more so I attempted to wrap my hands around his neck. He pulled away with another kiss, this one on the forehead.
“Let’s eat. This beach is too public for what you have in mind, but I promise I will satisfy your cravings tonight.”
I was disappointed, but I understood what he was saying. Mateus was a professional and though he was dressed down, he was still the captain of a luxury yacht and couldn’t be seen making out with a charter guest on the beach. We ate our fill and relaxed a bit talking and laughing about silly things that made us happy.
Mateus had seen more of the world that I had imagined, and he had no problem sharing his experiences with me. I could see us traveling the world together making our own memories. He was so much fun. His youthful spirit emanated from his pores. How was it possible for this wonderful man to capture my heart in a day and a half? It sounded crazy and I am sure my father would protest, but Mateus was it for me. Period.
We spent the rest of the day out on the water on rented paddle boards. I taught Mateus how to operate his. He was a quick study and later confessed that he already knew what he was doing. He just wanted to test my training skills. I found it charming. After our fun in the water, we decided to have a drink or two before heading back to the boat. Mateus found a hole in the wall bar and we ordered a couple of beers. He nursed his, as he had to take us back to the boat and he took water safety very seriously.
Somebody put some money in the jukebox and the smooth rhythm of The O’Jays seduced my ears. I started moving in my chair when I noticed Mateus smiling at me. He stood and offered me his hand.
“You wanna dance, baby?”
I nodded my head and took his hand. Mateus spun my young ass on the floor and twirled me around as Eddie Levert sang about his darling baby. Mateus had the moves. He was sexy as hell dancing in that bar. I had never seen a man of his age able to keep up with me on the dance floor, but he was giving it to me, and I gave it right back. You could have cut the sexual tension with a knife and served it on a platter. By the time we left that bar, there was so much sexual energy floating around that island I am sure at least three women got pregnant just from being in our presence.
Chapter 8
Harley
I
t was late in the day when we arrived back on the boat. The others had rested, changed and were gearing up for dinner. According to Allie, there was going to be a dance party to celebrate Dyce and my birthdays. That sounded fun, but all I really wanted was to retire to my room and fuck my man for the rest of the night. Maybe eat a piece of cake from his abs while he poured champagne in my mouth. My little fantasy was interrupted by the loud cackling of my good friend.
“There’s the birthday girl! Harley, I’ve been waiting for you. Did you have a good time surfing?”
Dyce giggled like she didn’t believe I had gone surfing. She acted as if we had sneaked off and were having sex all day. Damn, I wish I would have thought of that. Nah! It would have been fun, but I enjoyed our romantic day on the island. It brought us closer together more so that screwing all day.
“We had a great time on the beach. The water was amazing. We didn’t catch any waves, but we rented a couple of paddleboards and had a great time.”
“Paddle boards? Girl you get on my nerves. I thought for sure
you were coming back here with dirty little secrets for me to coax out of you.”
I laughed and then denied her insinuation. “Sorry to disappoint you, but we really did spend the day sight-seeing and enjoying the beach.”
After taking a power nap, I showered and got ready for dinner. I packed a sexy dress in case Dyce wanted to go to a club on the island. I decided to wear it for Mateus. As I slid the form-fitting dress over my curves, a knock sounded on the door. Mateus was standing there looking good enough to eat. Got to be more careful! Apparently, he found somewhere else to shower and change because he was ready! I think a little drool may have left my mouth and landed on the floor. I’m not sure though.
“Hi baby. You ready for dinner?”
“I am now. You look good, Mateus. Damn good.”
He chuckled and then blushed. “Thank you. You always look good enough to eat, but that dress is screaming for me to duck my head underneath.”
“Stop it. They are already talking about us. Aren’t you worried about your job?”
“Not anymore. I just want to be with you. I can find another job. That’s a conversation for later. Right now the birthday girl needs to eat. Come on, let’s go.”
Just like the night before, dinner was going well until my phone started buzzing like crazy. I tried to ignore it, but the more I hit the button the more it buzzed. I shot an apologetic look at Mateus and excused myself to the sky lounge to answer the call. It was from an old acquaintance I hadn’t heard from in a long time. I wondered what was so important that she kept buzzing my phone.
“Hello?”
“Harley, this is Mandy. Girl I have some juice for you. Are you sitting down?”
“Mandy? What is going on? Why is your messy ass calling me out of the blue?”
I heard some rumblings in the background like she was distracted by something or someone. This chick was always in someone else’s business but would cut your throat if you asked about hers.
“You better be glad I like your ass. Now sit down and open this file I’m about to send you.”
I clicked play on a video clip that was titled ‘Bottoms Up’. As soon as it started, I immediately recognized the shark tattoo on the side of my thigh and the sexy man who had his face stuck between my legs from the back. I heard our voices being dubbed over the video. Mateus was saying how he needed his thirst quenched and I told him ‘Bottoms Up, baby’. Oh my fucking goodness! Who the hell recorded this? I started freaking out.
“Mandy, where the hell did you get this?”
“So, can I confirm that it is you and that sexy Captain G in this video. Word on the street is that you are currently on his boat and you two were seen burning up the dance floor on Bimini Island earlier today. Is my source correct? Are you the new power couple or are you all just fucking? You can tell your old friend, Mandy.”
“I swear, Mandy, if you post this video...”
“Girl don’t worry. I would never do that to a friend. However, I couldn’t keep TMZ™ from posting it. It has gone viral. Your ass is all over the internet! They out here saying that Captain G is your new sugar daddy, which isn’t hard to believe given what your best friend does for a living.” I heard her mumble ‘Catch that shade.’ Before she continued. “I was just calling to give you a heads up. Watch your back. Bye girl. Gotta go. Good luck!”
That messy bitch! I wondered who would have the balls to record us having sex and sell it to the highest bidder. As I was seething, I spied Allie from the corner of my eye. She just about jumped out of her skin when she realized I saw her eavesdropping. What is wrong with these people?
“Allie, I would appreciate it if you would stop listening to my conversation and ask Captain G to join me in the lounge?”
She gave me a sheepish look and went to do my bidding. Mateus entered the lounge with a sly grin on his face which quickly dissipated when he saw I was upset.
“Baby, what happened. Are you alright?”
I couldn’t answer him. I simply handed him the phone with the video on screen. He hit play and I heard our voices cry out again.
“Fuck! How the hell did this happen?”
“According to my source, the video has gone viral.”
His face was red, and rage was rolling off his back as he snagged my hand and pulled me to his quarters. He held the phone up looking for the angle the video was taken from and then tore that part of the room apart. When he found the culprit, it was hiding as a part of the knob on the dresser. It was a perfect match if not for the small black hole in the center.
As we were trying to figure out how to handle this, Mateus’ phone rang. His face dropped as he looked at the caller I.D.
“This is the owner of the yacht. I need to take this.”
Mateus looked sick as he answered the call. I knew he was in trouble. He told me about the no fraternizing policy and we both disregarded it. I loved him so to me it didn’t matter. What did matter was my ass spread all over the world for any and everyone to see. If my father got wind of this I would just die.
I tried not to listen to the one-sided conversation, so I busied myself with trying to find a solution. If push came to shove, I would just buy a yacht and he could captain that one. I had plenty of money and from what I could gather, this was a very lucrative business. It would make a good investment.
As a matter of fact, we met this couple earlier on the beach, last name Wyatt. The wife owned some sort of luxury concierge service. I am sure I could list our boat with her service. She told us her clients were made up of elite businessmen and celebrities. I think she was based in North Carolina but had been expanding to the Miami area. I dug her business card out to see her name. That’s right, Lynn Sutton Wyatt. The WanderLynn Experience. I heard her business was poppin’.
I waited for Mateus to finish his call. He was laughing by the time he hung up. That was a good sign.
“Babe, guess what?”
Before I could answer, we heard a commotion on the deck. We rushed out there to see the police had boarded the vessel and had Stacey in hand cuffs. It appeared the owner of the yacht did not take too kindly to her illegally filming people in the privacy of a bedroom onboard his vessel. He called the local authorities and had her arrested. Jail in a foreign country. Yikes, I’m sure they will send her to Florida for her punishment, but in the meantime, it sucks to be her.
After things died down with the little pornographer, I remembered Mateus was about to tell me some good news.
“Mateus, what were you going to tell me earlier?”
“We” he pointed to me and then himself, “are being offered our own show to air on KUDOS! They want us to host a travel show for couples. My agent had the owner of the yacht on three-way when he called. They are still hashing out the details, but if you’re game, we can come out on top of this thing.”
“So you’re not fired?”
“No babe. Far from it. What do you say? You want your own realty show?”
“I’m down for whatever as long as I am with you.”
“You are amazing, Harley Madison. I can’t believe this is happening. Do I really get to keep my job and be with you at the same time?”
“I can’t wait. I do have one question, though. What’s the name of the show?”
“How do you feel about, ‘Bottoms Up’? Like Kandi Burrus said, we’ll be turning a shade tree into a money tree.”
I hope you are enjoying The Lunchtime Chronicles, hot, short and sexy books to be read and go back to work. Keep reading for a sneak peek of my upcoming second addition to the chronicles, Fresh Meat. It drops March 25th. Up next in the series, Reana Malori’s Blackberry Pie.
Fresh Meat: Chapter 1
Cinta
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Cinta, get your ass in here!”
My overzealous mother bellowed throughout the house trying to get my attention. She yelled so much all that noise fell on deaf ears. I would do anything the woman wanted, all she had to do was ask. But she never asked. She always demanded. She
was the queen of the castle and I existed only to do her bidding. If it didn’t require me to get a job, I would move out of her house and never look back.
The problem was, I was a recent college graduate with no job prospects. Not that I put a lot of time and effort into looking. Hey, I was a daddy’s girl and I lived at home with my parents. Daddy would never let my mom put me out on the streets like she threatened to do every other week. Hell, I just graduated from college six months ago. What was her problem? A chick needed more time.
“Cinta! Girl, I am not playing with you.”
The door to my room burst open and the beast of the southern wild stood there glaring at me. She got on my last nerves. I plastered on a fake smile and sat up in bed.
“Mommy, I was just about to get up. Did you need something?”
She ignored my words but strolled into my room and went straight for the closet. Now this heifer knows she can’t fit any of my clothes. The last time she borrowed one of my t-shirts, she stretched it out so bad that I ended up just giving it to her. I knew good and well she wasn’t about to squeeze her size twenty ass into my size ten jeans, so I hopped out of bed and headed straight to my sanctuary.
“Mommy is there something you need in my closet? Where are you going?”
She continued to ignore me, heading to the back of my luxurious walk-in domain that Daddy had custom designed just for me. When she snagged one of my LV Knit Horizon suitcases from its home and removed the dust cover, I almost lost it on her. Nobody, I mean nobody touches my LV. She didn’t pay for it, so she had no right.
“Mommy, what are you doing? Put my luggage back on the shelf and get out of my closet.”
I knew it was a mistake to talk to her like that, but she was ignoring me. It was the only way I knew to make her talk to me. Just as I expected, her neck snapped around and she glared at me. If looks could kill, well let’s just say I would have been frozen in a cocoon of ice so she could take a hammer and smash me into a million pieces. A slow, torturous death.