There were so many places I could show her in the rain forest, a quiet pool near the river that was so secluded, so private. The perfect place to strip off and slide into the cool water together, wrap my arm around her waist and haul her against my chest and kiss her. No, no private spots to check out on our hike, I scolded myself. I’d show her birds and wildlife and the different types of trees. Including the one that had a huge hollow in part of its trunk almost as big as a cave, taller than me, a shallow, shadowy spot perfect for stealing a kiss. Except I would do no such thing because I was a hiking guide who was hired to show her the sights. So it didn’t matter that there was a place deep into the woods and off the trail where there was a small clearing where white and yellow flowers grew wild this time of year. What a perfect place that would be to lay her down. I tried to shake it off, the damn porn reel I kept creating in my mind when I planned our hike. I had to stop thinking of her that way. Our relationship was purely professional and would remain that way.
Every strategy I’d ever used to calm my body when arousal was inconvenient had failed me. Not reciting casualty statistics for every major battle in the European theater of World War II. Not trying to remember the Presidents in order—everything went fuzzy after Chester Arthur. Going over the sequence of expedient recon in a rescue operation didn’t distract me. All my tricks failed. It was hopeless. Morgan’s voice and face and body, her salty attitude and sharp wit had disarmed me. I had fallen prey to what could only be an accidental seduction. She had done nothing to entice me except for being herself and eating dinner. It was difficult to imagine hearing that voice for more than two minutes without going hard as steel and thick as a pipe. Already my hand was wandering over my dick. I couldn’t resist.
I gave way to it. I surrendered. I shut my eyes and let myself think of her. The sweep of her honeyed hair across her forehead, her striking dark eyes and the curve of her smile that was positively wicked at times. Her bottom lip was fuller than the top one, and I wanted to suck it between my lips, trail my tongue across it and then part her lips with mine. I gripped my cock and pumped it, a raging torrent of desire crashing over me.
The idea of peeling off her shirt made me shudder. I would reveal her high, rounded breasts, suckle her nipples and then blow cool air on them to watch them pucker. Then I’d lick them, nip at them, make her go wild with arousal the way I was. Nothing thrilled me like the notion that I could rile her up as much as she had gotten to me. My hands on her belly, slide down into her shorts and touch her, first dipping just inside the elastic of her panties, then probing deeper, to the hot crease between her legs, slick already with her wetness. I’d fondle her and make her writhe against my fingertips before I plunged two fingers into her, coating them with her juices and going in easily to stroke her, making her eyes roll back, her head toss from side to side on the pillow. She’d be moaning, saying my name, bucking her hips to get my fingers to go deeper. I’d replace them with my cock, big and hard, and I’d drag her to the edge of the bed by her bare legs and drape those legs over my shoulders. I’d drive into her deep and hard, take her fully, feeling the tremor in her legs as she struggled to stretch and take all of me in. I’d stroke her belly, gentle her and then rub her clit with my thumb, making her wetter so I could slide more easily. And because I liked the hot wetness all over my shaft as I plunged into her, her tight pussy gripping me, clamping down on me until I spilled faster than I meant to.
Just then I came, spurts of hot cum dripping off my hand and covering my stomach. I wanted her so much. I still was half hard and yearning for her. I kept stroking because I couldn’t resist. This time I imagined us hiking together, me backing her up into a tree and lifting her leg around my hip, fucking her there, fast and urgent. I was hard again in no time. I had to go again before I finally fell asleep.
Chapter 7
Morgan
Bright and early, I turned up at the beach where Brendan O’Shea was teaching a surfing lesson. Not surprisingly, it was all women who showed up. And they were all wearing waterproof mascara and cute bikinis. Not exactly dressed for serious watersports. I had to admit that Billy had made a good point about O’Shea genes. Brendan was damn fine to look at too.
It had been obvious that the two guys behind the bar last night had been Billy’s brothers even before he indicated which were his relatives. Some of them had darker hair or were an inch or two shorter, but all were big, muscular, handsome men. I wondered playfully if the Navy SEALs had ever thought to sell a calendar featuring those boys. It would’ve sold like hotcakes. I smiled at the thought of shirtless Billy in low-slung camouflage pants and combat boots. This image was one I’d have to save for later, because my whole body lit up like a barrage of twinkle lights flashing on at Christmas. I smiled at myself ruefully. Of course it had to be some local player that turned me on. It couldn’t be someone sensible and local to where I was based. Or better yet, no one at all. I needed to concentrate on making and saving money, learning more about successful blogging so I could launch my dream career. Fantasizing about some hot boy toy who lived in the Caribbean and hiked for a living was the opposite of what I needed to be doing.
Right now, I was gathering info for my article that centered around these five extraordinary men—patriots and heroes who retired to enjoy the Jimmy Buffet lifestyle. Unplugged and tuned in to nature, the rhythms of the sea, I tapped into my phone as I waited for the lesson to begin. I cataloged Brendan’s physical traits and his mannerisms, a bit more diffident than Billy, less of a turn-on-the-charm guy. He was sincere and a bit serious, less playful. A quieter kind of sexiness, I thought. Then I reminded myself the man had a wife and child and I was here to write an article, not dry hump my surfing instructor. I swallowed hard.
He gave the safety speech. Asked us all if we had experience surfing and that sort of thing. I had taken lessons a couple of other places and could paddle out and stand up on the board capably, but I was no expert. Before I knew it, we were in the water. Brendan’s affable presence was right at our shoulders, giving advice on timing and balance. His instruction was personalized and specific and I knew he helped me improve my stance and confidence during the lesson. It was well worth the time and money to work with an instructor whose understanding and flexibility were as great as his technical knowledge. Also I wouldn’t have minded a private lesson where he helped me fix my posture by riding tandem with me, I thought, keeping that naughty idea to myself. But when I shut my eyes for a second, it wasn’t the married Brendan I pictured, but Billy O’Shea with his bare hands on my sides, his thumbs on the curve of my back. I sucked in my breath at the idea of that sensation, at how damn good it would feel to have those big hands on my skin. I gave a ragged exhale and shook my head.
After the lesson, I asked Brendan if he had time for a few questions. He agreed.
“I’ve expanded the surfing business recently, so I have more time at home. I have two full-time instructors besides myself and a part-timer who does bookings and equipment maintenance and pitches in with lessons from time to time.”
“Great, so what’s your favorite part of the job?” I said.
“Being out on the water, helping people discover the love of surfing and how freeing it is to ride the waves. Early this morning, right at sunrise, I took my wife, Elise, out surfing. We don’t have a lot of alone time since the baby was born, but we grab an hour at least once a week to surf together. My brother Mick watched the baby while we just got back in touch with nature and each other,” he said. Then he looked bashful. I was pretty sure they did more than surf on the beach early that morning, but I didn’t want to embarrass him. It was so cute the way he lit up when he mentioned his wife and child.