Good Intentions (Welcome to Paradise) (Volume 2) (18 page)

Then with swift movements, my body is against hers trapping her between me and the door. I’m hoping my intentions are obvious, but in case they aren’t, I push my hardness against her and swivel my hips for emphasis.

“
Oh, Evan
,” she moans, “I want you so bad, but can we do this here? Won’t we get caught?”

Can we?
“Umm, I thought we were heading in that direction already.” At this point, there’s no stopping me now. It’s sort of a fantasy of mine that I’ve never fulfilled, even though if you believe the rumors, I’d sound like a liar about now. But she’ll be the first in here and that makes it even hotter. All kinds of crazy fun ideas come to mind on the possibilities this shack holds for us, but then I come back to a upsetting dose of reality. This has never happened to me before. I’ve been so caught up in deciding to stay in paradise, move to Colorado, or go to New York that I must have lost focus of the more important things in life. “Shit! I don’t have a condom, baby,” I exclaim while squeezing her breasts.

She moans again and kisses me, pulling away long enough to say, “It’s okay…” Then closes her gorgeous green eyes again and presses her mouth against mine, picking up where she left off.

I ply my lips away from her, but keep my hands in place—right on her fantastic breasts. My hips are still pinning her against the back of the door as well when I start rambling, “I want you so much, but we should be safe.” She stops and looks at me, moving my left hand to touch her face and feel her smooth skin. “We’ve never talked about it, but I know you’re on the pill. I’ve seen you take them, but I haven’t been tested in a couple of months and I think—”

She holds a condom between her index and middle finger, and says, “I meant, it’s okay because I brought protection. You didn’t seriously think I was going to forget your playboy ways just because I’m a little tipsy and you have a fabulous cock, did you?”

I chuckle, embarrassed by my false assumption. “I’m glad you’re responsible even when you’re tipsy. Now give me that,” I say, grabbing the condom from her. “You’re a dirty little girl, Mallory. I’m impressed.”

“I don’t want you impressed. I want you to want me.”

“Oh, I want you!”

“Show me. I’m about to explode looking at you all sexy and shit.”

“Oh, baby.” I attack her neck with my mouth. “I kind of like the begging. Maybe I should torture you a bit,” I say, pausing to undo her shorts, “longer.” Once I’m inside the denim, I move my fingers back and forth taunting, teasing her. When I drag my hand leisurely out, I bring my fingers to my mouth and take a long, slow lick, never breaking eye contact with her. Her mouth drops open as I say, “
Mmmmm
, Mallory, I think I have a very bad girl on my hands. First, you have an all-too-convenient condom on your person—”

“My person?” She mocks before I take the two fingers I just licked and place them on her lips.

“Then, I find out that you premeditated your naughtiness by choosing not to wear any panties. On top of that, or should I say underneath all that, you’re already wet and ready for me. Is that what you planned to do tonight? You want me to fuck you? Or, maybe you want to fuck me?” I play with her oh-so-very kissable bottom lip as I lean very close to her ear, and whisper, “Tell me what you want and I’ll do it for you.”

Her breathing tells me how she’s feeling. It’s deep and lustful and such a fucking turn-on, but I want to give her what she wants. I always want to give her what she wants.

Between shallow pants, she breathes out, “I want to get lost in you and for you to lose yourself in me.”

“I’m always lost in you.” I kiss her hard and push her shorts the rest of the way down.

I pull her tank top up over her head and don’t bother talking anymore. I want what she wants just as much.

With one hand roaming anxiously over her body, the other unties the strings of her bikini top as she mewls into my mouth. After tossing it aside, I drop my shorts with the one hand and get the condom from her. Taking a desperate step back, I roll the condom down my length. I scan the shack quickly because as much as I want to take her against the door, it’s old and I don’t want her getting a bunch of splinters or marks on her back from the raw wood. An obstacle like that would’ve never bothered me before if I was doing this with anyone else.

All the foam boards are upright in the racks along the wall. One of my favorites that I borrow is here because I’ve been meaning to wax it for weeks. It’s lying across the top of two workhorses. I look back at Mallory and raise an eyebrow in question, suggestion, and insinuation then smirk at her.

She readily moves over to it and perches her bottom on top, which positions her at the perfect height for me. Moving between her legs, I slow things down by cupping her cheeks and kissing her with care. When that first sweet sound is pulled from within her from my actions, I know she’s ready and I push into her. She wraps her arms around my neck and one hand feeds into my hair, pulling just enough to keep me balanced between pleasure and pain.

It only takes a minute before I need more of her and I can tell she’s ready for a solid fuck. I grab her hips and thrust faster and harder, not bothering to muffle my moans of enjoyment. I thrust a few more times and feel her being pushed across the surfboard and further from me. Starting to fall into the abyss of sexual bliss, I thrust harder. Her hands slide from my body as she slides off the back right into a pile of life jackets, screaming in surprise as she lands on the cushioning.

“Shit, I’m sorry. The board hasn’t been waxed in a long time. It’s slippery when wet,” I say, rushing to help her up.

She giggles, thankfully finding humor in the situation. “Well, I’ll say. Guess we have that in common.”

I was so close sixty seconds before and want to get back there, so I look around the shack hoping to remedy the problem at hand. But the shack sucks for good sex until I spot the surfboard wax on the counter. It even has the word sex on the label. I grab the pineapple scented one and rub it against the top of the board in a fluid, but meticulous motion.

Standing there, I watch him wax the board in a fury of motion and it makes me smile to see him so desperate to get back to the sex part, falling off a ridiculous, but funny interruption.

He turns, and demands, “Get back on the board.”

There’s no questioning, the humor has evaporated and the shack heats up instantly. I position myself on top of the board again, my hand pushing the remaining wax bar to the side. I look down at it and an idea comes fast. It’s crazy and erotic and something I’ve never done and never thought I would do. But being here with Evan, looking at the sweat glistening on his chest, his expression hungry for me, with him I want to experience everything. He makes me want to push my sexual boundaries. With a sly smile and a nod toward the wax, I ask, “Wanna play a little?”

He doesn’t hide his surprise. “Fuck, are you serious right now? You want me to use the wax on you?”

“Mmmhmm.” Just like the other times with him, I’m not nervous.

“Okay,” he whispers then turns around to pick up the wax again. “Lay back,” he instructs.

I lay down as he grabs a lighter from the counter behind him. Holding the flame under the wax, I watch it flicker as the wax begins to melt. When he moves it over my chest, his eyes connect with mine, and he says, “It’s gonna be hot, baby. Tell me if it’s too much.”

“I will.” The first drop of wax hits my skin above my right breast, stinging and shooting pain through my body. I arch up, my head falling back as I gasp before holding my breath until the pain subsides.

“Baby?” he asks, his brow furrowed in concern as he leans over me. “Too much?”

The dim light seeping into the room and the dulling pain heightens unexpectedly into pleasure. Shadows highlighting every groove of his muscular arms and shoulders as he hovers with me as his entire focus. The ache from the hot wax turns into an ache deep in my being, consuming me. “
No
, again, please,” I beg this time, needing him now.

When his expression changes from worry to desire, I know he’ll give me everything I crave. I hold the rails of the board as he flicks the lighter to life again. My legs squirm, waiting, but his careful concentration feels more like a calculated torture. I watch with baited anticipation as a drop finally releases, falling through the air. With a sharp unintentional intake of air, I close my eyes and respond to the blissful torment. “Ahhh.”

My eyes open when he roughly drags his fingers between my legs, bringing my attention back to him. “You’re so wet, Mallory.”

Without warning, he pushes me onto my side then drags my hips to the edge of the board. “Hold on, baby,” he warns as I feel his hardness at my entrance.

I grab the edge of the board again as his grip on my hips tightens and he slams into me, the surfboard moving in reaction with my body.

It was all leading to this, the foreplay readying me for him. Words of want and need escape me. “Yes! Oh, baby, yes!”

Not a minute more, he gives into his own need and comes. “Fuck, Mallory!”

Evan grabs my ass and squeezes with one hand and then slides it over my hip and stomach until two fingers slip into my wetness and rub.

He owns all of me and controls my every breath and orgasm, manipulating them to his will. I give in entirely, not wanting to fight the incredible feeling any longer. “
Ohhhh, Evan
.”

His hand stays until my body settles.

Physically tired yet mentally exhilarated, I lean forward and rub her back then help her up, directing her to relax on the nearby chair after I lay a clean towel down for her. I gather our clothes, handing them to her and pulling on my shorts. She slowly dresses, but looks satisfied and rightly fucked, which only serves to make me want to fuck her again, but I hold myself back.

A banging on the door makes me jump startled by the intrusion. Mallory covers herself in shock. I hear my boss yelling, “Ashford! Open the door!”

She hides behind me, pulling her tank top over her head and her shorts on as she whispers, “Who is it?”

“My boss,” I state flatly, annoyed.

He knocks louder. “I’m not kidding, Ashford. I can get a key. Open the damn door right now.”

Shit! “I guess I need to open it.” I look her over once to make sure she’s dressed then ask, “Where’s your bikini top?”

“I have no idea,” she replies all nervous.

I kiss her on the lips quickly then cock an eyebrow up in amusement. “No worries. Just stay behind me.” She tucks herself behind me as I open the door and walk outside together.

“This is hotel property, Ashford. You know how many rules you’re breaking by being in here?” He eyes Mallory up and down a little too long for my liking. I look behind me and see the white cotton top clinging to her perky breasts. When I turn around, I hold myself back from a quick cross punch to that smarmy expression he’s wearing while staring at my girlfriend.

With my hand firmly in place on her lower back, I push her a step closer to me and hold her against my back, shielding her from his prying eyes. I straighten my shoulders back, and say, “We were just leaving.”

He crosses his arms over his chest, and says, “Yes, you are because you’re fired. Clean out your locker and leave the property.”

“Fired? I’m fucking good at what I do. You can’t do—”

“You’re replaceable and not worth the hassle and time I have to spend trying to get you to fall in line with our company’s standards. The decision has been made. You have fifteen minutes to get your stuff and leave. Your skills are no longer required here.”