Entangled: Sequel to Awakened (9 page)

Chapter Nine

Xavier negotiated the traffic with ease and before long they had cleared the city and were out on the open road.

“I love the ocean,” Aline said. “The smell of the salt air, the huge expanse of blue sky and ocean, the holiday atmosphere that seems to be present every day of the year.”

“Do you go often?” Xavier asked.

“Dad and daddy used to take me to Lister during my school breaks. They have a small house there. It was wonderful. Just us, no work. I loved it.”

“Do you still go when you have breaks?”

“No. I usually go home and relax with Bradley during the day and my parents of an evening.”

The mention of Bradley’s name caused Xavier’s jealousy to plunge into overdrive. His hands tightened on the steering wheel. His knuckles whitened. Jealousy was an emotion he had never experienced before.

“So you haven’t ever wanted a relationship with Bradley?” He tried hard for a casual tone.

“Hell, no. It would be like having a relationship with my brother. I’ve never felt anything more than brotherly affection for him. I know he wants more but I have absolutely no interest in pursuing anything with him.”

Xavier relaxed. “Good, because I don’t share what’s mine.”

“There you go again. I don’t belong to you or anyone else.”

“I’m sorry, but, it drives me crazy thinking another man has his arms around you.”

“You have nothing to worry about. Even if we weren’t dating, I wouldn’t have a romantic involvement with Bradley. Think about it. I have had plenty of opportunity before now to become more than a friend to him and I have chosen not to. I don’t feel that way about him, and I never will.”

“I guess so,” Xavier conceded.

“Where are we going? This road is unfamiliar.”

“I’ve had my boat brought up to the marina at Hillsvale. I want us to spend the next few days alone, away from everyone. I know of an isolated, picturesque little island off the coast. The Captain and crew will be around of course but once we get to the island, it will be only you and I. Beautiful white sandy beaches. It’s a little slice of paradise.”

“It sounds heavenly. I wish my leg wasn’t in a cast.”

“I’ll take you again when the cast is off. I promise.”

Xavier expertly steered the car down the narrow, winding road to the coast. At the bottom of the mountain, he turned into a marina. “This is where the boat is moored.”

He pulled the car into a vacant space and cut the motor.

Two men in uniform, headed their way.

Xavier stepped from the car, helped Aline out and supported her while she positioned the crutches.

“Sir,” the older man said to Xavier.

“Captain,” Xavier replied. “Thank you for bringing the boat down. He turned to Aline. “This is Captain Mark Johnson and his right hand man, Wilson Saunders. Gentlemen, this beautiful woman is my girlfriend, Aline Bennett-Miller.”

“Miss.” The captain greeted her with a slight bow.

“Welcome. I hope you enjoy your days away,” Wilson said.

“Thank you. I’m sure I will,” Aline replied.

“She’s ready to go as soon as you’re onboard, sir,” the Captain said.

Aline lost her balance and swayed as she stood waiting but, before she could topple, she found herself in Xavier’s arms.

“Our luggage is in the trunk, Wilson.” Xavier removed the crutches from Aline’s hands and handed them to the Captain. “Burn the damn things before she breaks her goddamn neck.”

“No, don’t you dare. Put me down and give them back.” Aline swung her legs wildly. Her cast crashed into Xavier’s thigh.

“Sonofabitch,” he growled.

“Sorry,” Aline muttered.

Xavier hoisted her higher into his arms. He couldn’t have put her down even if he’d wanted to. With her delicious ass wriggling in his arms, his cock had become rock hard.

“Put me down, please. I’m not an invalid.”

Xavier couldn’t risk the embarrassment. “I’ll make a deal with you. I’ll carry you to the boat and the Captain will bring your crutches. The paths are uneven and it will take us all day to get there if you insist on hobbling with those things.”

“You have a point but the crutches come with us,” Aline insisted. She settled into his arms and they headed for the boat.

As Aline was carried along the wharves, she attempted to guess which of the boats was Xavier’s. They stopped at a locked gate. The Captain produced a key and unlocked it. When they had passed through, he locked it again.

Four boats were moored on this wharf, they were headed for the largest. It was impressive. Sleek, iceberg white. It glistened in the sunlight. The water lapped gently against it, making a soft murmuring sound.

Xavier carried her up the gangway and into the main cabin. Aline took in the details. The cabinetry was finished in dark Cherrywood. The area was divided into two sections.

The first section they entered had a full sized three piece white leather lounge.
Italian leather, I bet.
It was placed before a wall that housed a large flat screen television.

The next section Xavier carried her into, was elevated by one step. This section housed the galley and dining area. The dining suite was also in Cherrywood with six white leather chairs. The galley had every modern appliance one could wish for with a white wrap around granite benchtop. The floors throughout were white marble.

“This is gorgeous, Xavier. I could live on it forever.”

“I like comfort.”

“No kidding. Show me the rest, please.”

“Sir. The luggage and lady’s crutches are in the stateroom,” the Captain advised. “We’ll head out now unless you advise otherwise.”

“Thank you. I have no reason to delay. I’ll be up shortly to speak with you,” Xavier said.

Aline watched as the men disappeared up a staircase.

“The wheelhouse and where the crew eat and sleep is above us. Down here there are two bedrooms with ensuites and the stateroom which we’ll be using.” Xavier carried her toward a door straight ahead. “The bedrooms are on either side through those doors we passed but this is ours.”

“I never said…..wow!” When he flung open the door to the stateroom, Aline was awestruck.

If the rest of the boat was gorgeous, the stateroom was magnificent.

A king sized bed graced the center of the room and was dressed all in white with maroon accents. Downlights illuminated the entire area. On either side of the room, open doors revealed his and hers bathrooms. Cherrywood featured in all the paneling and furniture, closets and a beautiful dressing table. Above the huge ocean view window was a control panel for piped music.

The rumble of the engines reached them as the Captain brought them to life. The boat began moving. Gently swaying on the waves as they put out to sea.

“Would you like to go out on deck and relax in one of the deck chairs? It will take about two hours to get to the island.”

“I would love to catch some sun. I wish I didn’t have this damn cast on. Do you mind if I change into a swimsuit? I can at least get some sun on the rest of me.”

Xavier groaned. His cock was already like steel, so hard it ached. The thought of Aline in a swimsuit caused his pulse to accelerate. His cock strained at the zipper of his pants with such force, he was sure it was going to break free. With or without his assistance. He swallowed hard and lowered Aline onto the bed beside her bag.

“I’ll change in one of the other rooms and then I need to go upstairs and have a word with the Captain. I’ll be back for you so, stay put.” He pulled a pair of board shorts from a drawer, left the room and closed the door.

Aline fished in her bag for her swimsuit. She pulled out two tiny scraps of material, a skimpy excuse for a bikini. “Callie. I’m going to throttle her.” Aline had put in a one piece. Callie had obviously decided a bikini was preferable. “It’s all you’ve got, so suck it up.”

She changed and, while she waited for Xavier, unpacked the few items of clothing she’d brought with her. She managed to stay on her feet despite the gentle rocking and was quite proud of herself. The last dress was being placed in the closet when Xavier returned.

“For fuck’s sake, Aline.”

Xavier’s cock which had finally begun to soften, leapt to attention. The girl was drop dead gorgeous and she had an ass that just wouldn’t quit. He wanted to hold the globes in his hands. When she spun around, her pert breasts, every curve and her mound, were all on display. He crossed the room in two strides and pulled her against him.

Aline’s eyes widened at the sight of Xavier’s muscular chest. Her mouth watered and she licked her lips.

The wind was almost knocked from her when Xavier crushed her against him. His lips pounced on hers, his kiss almost desperate. She gasped when his expert fingers pulled at the ties of her bikini top and it floated to the floor. His hands closed over her breasts.

His lips left hers and he nipped and sucked at her neck. She moaned and tilted her head giving him better access.

“I want you, sweetheart but, I won’t force you. I won’t push you into something you’re not ready for. If you want me to stop, tell me now.”

Am I ready? Is this what you want?
Aline’s body was on edge. Her nipples were pebbled and puckered so hard, they ached. Her core was flooded with juices. The pants of her bikini, drenched.

“I don’t want you to stop. We’ll manage with my leg, somehow.” Her voice was breathless. “I want you.”

She threaded her fingers through his hair and tugged his head down to her nipples. As he suckled one, then the other, she arched into him. Her body trembled. She had no idea what to do so, she went with her instincts.

She pushed her hands past the waistband of Xavier’s shorts and took his length into her palms. He was long, thick. Hard but silky soft. He seemed enormous but she had no point of reference. She had never seen a grown man’s naked cock before let alone held one in her hands.

Her fingers danced along the seam as she caressed him. One hand cupped his balls while the other used the drops of pre cum from the tip to massage the head.

Xavier broke from her nipples and dragged her hands from inside his shorts. “Princess, if you keep doing that, I’ll come before I make it inside you.”

He lifted her and lay her onto the bed. As he stripped off his shorts, he admired her beautiful body.

Aline’s eyes widened when his cock was revealed. Her hands hadn’t lied. The man was enormous. How the hell would he fit? She trusted him not to hurt her and remembered Callie’s warning that the first time would be painful.

Xavier pulled a condom from a drawer beside the bed and placed it on top.

Aline was aware that the stash was there because it was usual for him to fuck other women. She tensed as Xavier climbed onto the bed.

Xavier sensed Aline’s trepidation. “What’s wrong, sweetheart?”

Aline shook away her doubts and smiled. “Nothing. Absolutely nothing.”

Xavier kissed her. The urgency of the previous kiss gone. This one screamed passion. He released her lips and feathered kisses over her chest. He pulled first one, then the other, nipple into his mouth and bit down. She jumped with the deliciously painful sensation.

He continued to kiss down her body. When he reached her mound, he sat back on his haunches. Passion radiated from his eyes. He pulled at the ties of her bikini bottom, wrenched them from her body and flung them to the floor. “Fuckin’ beautiful.”

He pushed the plastered leg to one side and spread the other leg wide, exposing her to him.

Aline felt the heat of her embarrassment under his scrutiny.

“Absolutely, fuckin’ perfect.”

He lowered his head between her legs and lapped at her drenched folds. “So wet, princess. So sweet.” He inhaled her scent. His tongue traced her opening before diving inside. Two fingers followed and latched onto her swollen bundle of nerves.

Aline bent up her free leg in an attempt to give Xavier more access. Her foot pushed down into the mattress while her back arched. Need flooded her. Her nerves sizzled and she crashed over the edge. His name wrenched from her lips. She shook, trembled and panted, as he milked every last drop.

When she relaxed beneath him, Xavier lifted his head. “Open your eyes, princess.”

Aline opened her eyes and gazed down at him, her focus blurry.

“You should see yourself. Your face is flushed, your eyes are dreamy. You are so beautiful and you’re mine.”

He lifted himself up and with practiced expertise, sheathed his cock. He hovered above her.

“I want you, princess. More than I’ve ever wanted anything in my whole life.”

He kissed her tenderly, positioned the head of his cock at her entrance and, with one solid push rammed into her. He felt the resistance and Aline screamed.

Xavier froze. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

Tears streamed over Aline’s cheeks. The pain had been sharp, almost unbearable, but was already beginning to ebb away.

“Aline,” Xavier growled.

She opened her eyes and witnessed concern, almost anger, in his.