Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2) (14 page)

I slowly stand, dusting the sand from my shorts, and saunter over to him. He’s got me all worked up and feeling sassy. I feel more than sassy, but I’ll let him find that out later. Standing in front of him, I drink in the view and lick my lips in appreciation.

“Hey, sexy, what’re you thinking about?” Evan asks, then lifts me up by my waist, devouring my lips with wet kisses before I have a chance to answer.

I wrap my legs around him, run my fingers through his hair, and then wrap my arms around his neck. His tongue moves with authority yet pure gentleness as his hands grip me possessively, turning me on even more. My hands slide down over his strong shoulders, and squeeze his biceps that are flexed and tight from the ocean workout. My fingertips dance across his chest in the small space between us and I feel up his abs while pressing myself against his hard center, purposely pushing into him for his pleasure and mine.

“Fuck,” he moans into my mouth, leaning back to look at me.

My feet touch the ground again as I watch a rivulet of water trail down his sun-kissed chest, and then I follow it…with my tongue.

“Mallory? Oh, yeah, wait…yeah, that feels good, but I’m getting,” he whispers into my ear, “hard, baby. Unless you’re going to provide some cover for me, I suggest we stop
for now
.”

I stand back up, but it’s very clear he’s already affected. “Oh babe, you’ll need cover, that’s for sure.”

He grabs me, pulling my back against his chest and pressing his hard-on against my ass.

“Seriously, dude, you couldn’t wait to get in the car before sportin’ that boner?” Murphy chides him.

“Guess not. I blame Mallory.” His breath covers the back of my neck and goose bumps cover my skin.

“Oh, sweet Jesus, can we go? I really don’t want to hear about Evan’s boner,” Kate says, pulling Murphy behind her to his car.

“Guess we’re going. Laters!” Murphy laughs and tickles Kate, sending her into giggling fits.

“I have a surprise for you,” Evan says then places a sweet kiss on my neck.

“Oh, really?”

“My parents left today. I want you back at my place tonight.”

I turn in his arms, feeling his excited cock against my stomach now. “
Oh really?
”

“Yes, really. Will you?”

“I don’t want to be anywhere else. Let’s go, now,” I suggest, emphasizing my point by rubbing against him.

Sunny gets up and tries to hug me, but I remain, pinned to Evans’ hardness. She looks between us and then says, “
Ewwww!
You two are seriously gross. Mallory, I’ll see you tomorrow.” She slaps my ass causing me to yelp. “Have fun, ya crazy kids.” She laughs as she walks back to Zach, taking his hand. Zach runs back to the beach and retrieves his and Evan’s surfboards, and gives a nod of acknowledgement, and they also leave.

“Looks like the coast is clear, my dear,” I say, looking around at the empty beach.

“C’mon, maybe if we hurry we can beat the sun.”

“Racing the sun can be dangerous business. You sure you can handle that?”

“Oh, I can definitely handle it.” He suddenly lifts me up, throwing me over his shoulder. He sets me down on the passenger’s side of the Maserati then opens the door and drops his wet trunks to the pavement without a care in the world. He slips on a pair of cargo shorts he grabs from the floorboard and runs around the car to get in.

The top is down and the evening is breathtaking as we drive along the coast on our way back to his place. I unclasp my seatbelt and stand with my hands in the air, the wind whipping around me as I scream freely into the wild Hawaiian breeze. Giddy happiness is coursing through my veins. Life is better than ever.

I plop back down in my seat while appreciating Evan.

“What?” he asks, smiling back.

“Just admiring.” He laughs to himself, a little embarrassed by the attention. I’m hot and horny for the boy and if I want to eye fuck him, I will. Speaking of fuck, “Have you ever had sex in this car?”

He tilts his head and looks at me like I’m being ridiculous. “No, this is my
caaarrrr
.” He drags out the last word like that thought is unfathomable.

“Oh.”

“
Oh?
”

“Yeah. Ooh.” I drag my finger leisurely down his leg, insinuating so much more, and trail it back up. When I reach the top of his thigh, I flatten my hand and push forward, rolling it over his cock, which responds like a pro.

His hand immediately lands on top of mine, stilling it. “What are you doing, baby?”

“Exploring.” I smirk and offer, “Would you rather me explore with my mouth?”

His eyebrows bolt up in surprise, but he quickly collects himself. “Exploring, huh?” Looking back at the road, he says, “We’ll be home in twenty minutes. You want to wait ‘til then?”

“No, I don’t.” I lightly press, squeezing his erection for emphasis.

“Fuck, that feels good. How do you expect me to concentrate on driving when you’re doing that?” His eyes briefly close, then he pops them back open. “Mallory, I don’t think this is such a good idea.” He leans his head against the head rest, and I can see himself mentally willing his erection away.

I unsnap my seat belt and lean my head down toward his legs. Watching his handsome face as his mouth drops open, I tease and push the button to make his seat go further back. When I lift back up, I position myself, partly over the console, leaning over him. Running one hand through his wind-blown hair, I slide the other down his chest, for balance and to make my intentions very clear.

“Mallory, I don’t think this is very safe—”

Covering his mouth with mine, I make sure my head doesn’t block his view of the road. He returns the kiss, his mouth instantly opening for me. I peek and find him focusing his gaze past my cheek. Ahhhh, my surfer is a multi-tasker. Well, let’s test that theory.

Leaning back a little, I smile and then kiss his neck as a distraction while I undo his seatbelt and unbutton his shorts. I can multi-task too. I hear him moan right before he says, “Mallory, what are you doing to me? Baby, we’ll be home soon. You’re going to make me crash the car.”

I ignore his warning and gently touch the tip of his length, which is exposed through the opening of his shorts. “Babe, lift up,” I whisper my request directly into his ear. Balancing myself with one hand on the door and one on the console, I smile when he lifts, pulling his shorts down to the middle of his thighs.

He briefly looks up at me wavering above him, my hair swirling in the wind, and he smirks. “I’m breaking one of my rules for you.” He looks back at the road above my left arm.

“Sex in the car?”

His eyes flash back to mine. “Is that what we’re doing?” he asks, surprised.

“Abso-fucking-lutely, baby!”

“Damn! This is even crazy for me.” He shakes his head, clearly amused. Evan grabs my attention when he says, “You lead and I’ll drive. Now show me what ya got, sexy.”

I pull my skirt up to my hips, maneuvering one knee between him and the door. It’s a tight space but the my other leg is jammed against the console, which is awkward and a struggle. This is not comfortable at all, but I’m hoping to be righteously distracted in a minute. I untie the bikini strings on the side of my bathing suit underneath my skirt, and remove it, throwing it onto the floorboard.

“Is that a challenge, Evan?”

“Abso-fucking-lutely!”

I pull a condom from my pocket, my hopeful plans from this morning coming to fruition.

As I tear it open, he nods at me in disbelief, but it turns to happy snickering as I roll it down his length, slow and steady.

“Touch me with your fingers,” I demand because I can tell he’s turned on by me being the one in control right now. “And rub it on yourself.”

He takes two fingers and swipes between my legs then pulls them up to show me. With a devilish grin, he puts them in his mouth, sucking the tips between his lips then says, “Oops, I don’t follow directions very well. I’ve been a bad boy. May I please touch you again?”

Holy fuck, he’s hot!

And I’m even wetter, ready for him. I try to move down, but realize that’s impossible in this position, so I rearrange myself on him, putting my back against his. Facing the road, I lift up and slowly lower myself back down onto him. The lack of warning causes him to moan and the car sways to the left.

“Shit, you should’ve warned me,” he says, straightening the wheel and regaining control of the car again.

I drop my head against his shoulder and using the leverage of my hands on his thighs, I lift back up and slide back down. Enjoying the fullness, I wiggle when he’s all the way inside of me. Quickening my pace causes me to moan against his neck, completely lost in him, and the love we’re making.

“Oh, fuck,” he mutters, “I need to pull over.”

My head bolts upright, and I shout, “No! Please don’t. I’m so close already.”

I keep my rhythm going as he struggles to steer the car.

“Baby, I need to pull… shit! Yes, just like that. Again.”

“I need harder,” I say, “rougher.”

His right hand takes to my hip helping me slam down just the way I need to feel him. We swerve again when his driving becomes more erratic.

“God, you feel amazing, Mallory. I love you.”

Although, I’ve never been big with the exchanges of
I love you’s
during sex because they never were heartfelt, this time it feels different. I need to hear it again because it lights my insides on fire hearing it from Evan. “Say it again,” I command, keeping pace with his movements.

He quickly kisses the base of the back of my neck, his tongue coming out momentarily to lick, and then he sounds out each word with an accentuating thrust. “I. Love. You. Mallory.”

I peak when he says my name, the base of his cock meeting my clit with each push. I’m loud, but the wind drowns me out.

“Fuck! Grab the wheel!” He says, trying to stay calm, but failing. I take the wheel just as the last of my little tremors subsides. With all passion and power, he grabs my hips and slams me up and down on top of him twice before letting himself go. I love the feel of him moving inside of me, knowing I bring him so much pleasure. He cries my name as he orgasms and I feel his hands back on the wheel then the car comes to a stop.

As soon as he shoves the car into park, he tells me, “Turn around.”

I do, moving my legs so I can face him, straddle him. He takes my face into his hands and kisses me, relentless in his pursuit.

“That was fucking fantastic. God, what a rush!” he exclaims, smiling at me with lazy eyes.

Swinging my leg back off the console, I fumble into my seat, pulling my skirt back down. “We should definitely fight more often, if that’s what the makeup sex is like.” I laugh.

He leans across the console, kisses my ear, then whispers, “That wasn’t the makeup sex, baby, that was the sex on the way to the makeup sex.”

My thighs clench at the prospect that it might be better than that, which seems entirely impossible to me at this very moment. I look over at him and he’s somehow, without me noticing, already disposed of the condom and his shorts are buttoned. I start to laugh, always impressed by his smooth moves. I pull to fasten my seatbelt just as I hear a siren behind us.

“Shit! Buckle up, Mallory,” Evan says, looking in his rearview mirror as he clicks his own belt back.

I try to be covert and snap my seatbelt down, but when I look behind us, the cop is already eyeing me then he scribbles in his tiny pad.

“I can’t get in trouble, Evan. I could be suspended from school if I do.” I’m seriously worried and freaked out right now.

“Don’t worry. Let me handle this.”

“
Miiisssterrr Ashford
,” the officer says, dragging out his name sarcastically. The young officer takes his shades off, crosses his arms, and asks, “Do you want to tell me what you were doing back there?”

Evan looks at the steering wheel as he starts to speak. “I know I wasn’t speeding if that’s what you’re asking.” We both look at the officer waiting to hear his reply.

“You’re right. You were only going fifteen in a forty, which is also a traffic violation. We have speed limits for you to understand what’s expected of you while driving. You became an obstruction to other cars on the road. I can give you a ticket for that.”

“Officer Mills, if you’re going to give me a ticket for driving too slow then do it, but I don’t think you are. So let’s get to the real reason you pulled me over.”

“Evan, don’t be rude. He’s a police officer.”

He leans back, confident in his actions, and squeezes my knee. “Relax, baby. He’s not going to give me a ticket.”

“You’re right, Mr. Ashford. Miss, I’m gonna need you to step out of the car.” The officer’s tone is firm as he stares down at me.

“What?” Evan’s head almost spins he turns to look at the cop so fast. “No! She didn’t do anything wrong.”

Now I’m scared, but slowly unfasten my seatbelt and start to get out of the vehicle.

“She wasn’t wearing her seatbelt, Evan. That’s against the law. You know, click it or ticket just like the signs say?” He says this with an incredulous laugh.