Her upper lip disappears as her stare stays transfixed to mine. I can tell she has something in mind, but I don’t know what she’s thinking.
“Mandy?”
With a slight shake of her head, she scooches back farther onto the bed. Before I can say a word, she twists and comes up on her hands and knees, her sexy ass pointing my direction. It’s just like at my apartment our first night—the one night. With a crook of her neck, she peers at me over her shoulder. “That thing…?”
It’s fucking adorable to see her being bashful and precocious at the same time. When I said that I wanted all of her, this wasn’t what I meant, but seeing her ready-and-willing pussy and ass, I swear my cock grows harder than before.
“Oh, yes.” I climb onto the bed as her ass wiggles in anticipation. “Are you sure?”
“Baby steps, just like before.” She nods her head. “I’m not sure about more, but what you did…I am sure. It was…” Her words trail away.
My fingers dip into her tight pussy as she writhes to my touch. So warm and wet, her insides squeeze tighter as I add another finger. Slowly, I move in and out, each time spreading her essence, higher and higher until I reach her other opening. The tip of my finger circles her tight ring of muscles and her body quakes with the knowledge of what’s coming.
“Are you sure?” I ask, teasing the barrier.
“Yes…” Her ass pushes toward me.
“Fuck!” she screams as my finger plunges beyond the barrier. Her head falls forward as she pushes back for more.
“Tell me that you want this.”
“Yes, Malcolm…” Her answer is breathy as she pushes toward me. “So…good.”
I can’t take it anymore—I need to be inside her. With my finger still buried, I line up the tip of my cock. One hard thrust and she calls out my name, followed by a string of cuss words, as her pussy strangles my dick and her ass writhes against my finger.
“So full…” she pants.
I agree. I’m in heaven, and I never want to leave.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Amanda
“What are you thinking?” Sally asks as we sit under the shade of a big umbrella.
Our table is one of many on the beach. My toes continue to wiggle in the sand as we sip mimosas and enjoy the atmosphere. Malcolm and Brian told us to meet them at the seaside restaurant after our massages. I have no idea where they went or what they have planned. But I think that’s how kidnappings are supposed to go. I think the kidnappee is bound to do whatever the kidnapper says. Though I’m really not well versed, I’m also not arguing.
“I feel like I’m playing make-believe,” I finally answer.
Sally laughs. “I admit that this is pretty cool.”
We both look out to the horizon. Just beyond the sea wall is the beautiful water. Malcolm may have said it isn’t the ocean, but it’s the most beautiful body of water I’ve ever seen. The blues are stunning as they change color from light to dark as they come together with the blue horizon. I try to imagine a sunset like he described with reds and oranges that flood the sky. I read somewhere that there’s a flash of green for just a microsecond when the sun hits the water’s edge. I don’t know if that’s true. It’s not as if the sun actually makes contact with the water, but I’d love to watch and see.
I reach out to Sally’s hand. “And we’re both here. Doesn’t it seem like a dream...like it’s surreal?”
“Just remember that tomorrow we’ll both be back at work, and you’ll be dealing with Cruella.”
I scrunch my nose and drop her hand. “Why? Why would you ruin it?”
“Because saying that isn’t ruining it. It’s reality, and even though this all seems too good to be true, it isn’t. We’re really here. This is really our reality.”
“I don’t know when I’ve been this happy...well, not happy. I’m happy a lot. Jase makes me happy...so does my family...and you...and maybe even my job.”
“Yes, yes. You love saving puppies.”
“I do. And over the years I’ve remembered how to laugh at movies, TV shows, and books, and how to enjoy my life again. But this is more. This doesn’t feel like my life. I think the word I’m looking for is carefree. For the first time in...I can’t remember how long...I feel carefree, and it scares me.”
“Do me a favor.”
“What?”
Sally moves her sunglasses up so she can see me clearer or maybe it’s so I can see her. Either way, her hazel eyes peer from under the tinted lenses. “Enjoy it. Don’t overthink it. Don’t analyze it. Don’t even try to understand it. Just enjoy it.”
“Live in the moment?”
“Exactly.”
I sigh, letting out a long breath. “That’s exactly what I keep telling Malcolm that we have to do.”
“Then heed your own advice. I mean, eventually you need—”
“No.” I lift my hand. “Don’t eventually me.”
“Okay, honey, the moment.” Sally takes another drink. “If I would have told you years ago when we were, like, ten and sneaking into Alec’s room to snoop around that one day we’d be sitting together on some beach, drinking mimosas after a marvelous massage...” We both sigh at the memory. “...with two hot, sexy ex-jocks, you would have told me I was crazy.”
“Because you are crazy. You’ve always been crazy.”
She laughs. “It’s one of my most endearing traits.”
I tilt my head. “You’ve got a lot of great traits. I love you.”
“I love you too, and I can’t wait to tell your mom how happy you’ve been all weekend.”
My brow furrows. “Is it bad that I feel guiltier if she knows?”
“You know that she wants you to have fun too, right?”
I nod, knowing she’s right. Even Alec is supportive—ridiculously overprotective but supportive. Taking a long sip of my drink, I watch the way the sunlight dances on the waves.
A moment later, without any sound, or perhaps mingled with all the other sounds, I somehow know Malcolm is there. It is a shift in the air or maybe his cologne. I don’t know how, but somehow the small hairs on the back of my neck stand in anticipation and I know...and then, before I can turn, his large warm hand lands gently yet possessively on my shoulder a second before he speaks.
It’s a funny thing that he does, his way of needing to be connected, to touch. In the two months since our first night, I’m surprised at how accustomed I’ve become to it—that touch before he speaks. His deep voice brings a smile to my face.
“Hey beautiful.” His lips graze my cheek.
“Hey.”
Brian is giving Sally a kiss as I turn my attention to Malcolm, watching as he pulls up a chair and sits beside me.
“I know we’re leaving tonight,” he begins, “but while you two were getting your massages, we pulled a few strings.”
My lower lip disappears behind my teeth. “Malcolm, I have to be back tonight, before late.”
He shakes his head. “Our reservations for our flight are for six o’clock. That means we need to leave for the airport by four. With the time difference, you’ll be home and to your son by eight.”