So Much More (5 page)

“Do me a favor.” She looked up at him, his lips barely moved as he spoke. “Keep your top on from now on.” And with that he walked out of the hut, leaving her to stare after him. Sated and frustrated and downright pissed off.

That night everyone went their separate ways.  George, Dawn and Joan went out for drinks with some of George’s coworkers. And David and Dean chose to go club hopping.

Stella watched Angie with a curious look, the same look she had been giving her since Angie wandered out of the hut and found Stella and David at the bar searching for her. “Are you sure you’re okay?” She asked for the umpteenth time.

“Stella I’m fine! Stop asking. I think all the excitement of the trip has finally caught up with me and I’m just tired.” Inspiration struck. “Why don’t you go with Dean and David to the clubs? You’ll have a great time with them and frankly I can use a nice long bath and a chance to go to bed early.”

“Seriously?
You wouldn’t mind?”

“Of course not!
Go and have a good time. You can still catch them before they pull out the driveway.” Stella grabbed her purse and ran for the door with a brief wave in Angie’s direction.

A groan escaped as the door closed and Angie was left alone with her thoughts. She flung herself back on the bed, closed her eyes and let her mind wander back to the hut and Dean. It was all a jumble of images and part of her was glad it didn’t play out like a flip book. She really shouldn’t even be thinking about it.
About him.

She needed time to put her thoughts in order before starting a new day with Dean. What was that little escapade in the hut about anyway? She knew where she was coming from with it but what did Dean
get out of it? She had no clue. So why did Dean do it? Again, she had no clue.

Angie wanted to pretend he was nursing his own secret crush on
her, that would at least make what happened understandable. But guys like Dean didn’t have crushes. They had relationships. And then the realization hit.
Her
crush on him wasn’t so secret anymore. How could she literally throw herself at him? He was her best friend’s brother! She was only allowed to fantasize about him but nothing more!

In a last ditch effort to ease her trouble soul, she poured a glass of white wine and headed for the Jacuzzi tub. Nothing eased a heart ache, or hurt pride, like a nice warm bath. On a second thought she grabbed the bottle of wine to take with her into the bathroom. One glass wouldn’t be enough.

An hour later Angie pulled the plug on the tub and stepped out into the cool air.
Not expecting anyone home for at least another hour, she decided to use the terrycloth robe hanging in the bathroom and go sit out on the balcony with what was left of her bottle of wine. She had about half a glass left in the bottle. She would pay for the indulgence in the morning. But for now, she was alone in a condo on the island of St. Thomas. In a way she was really living it up!

The lights in the condo were off so she felt her way to the French doors and pushed them open. A giggle escaped her mouth as she thought about feeling the cool ocean breeze on her still damp skin. She took a swig from the glass and set it down on the ground next to the bottle.

What the heck
, she thought, and untied the robe. It would be liberating, standing there naked with a bottle of wine close at hand, the ocean breeze tickling her still damp skin. The lights from neighboring houses were mere dots in the foliage, making her realize just how secluded the condo really was. It was perfect really.

A bubble of anticipation was building in her stomach. With another laugh she picked up the bottle and took a swig. It was now or never.

She moved to open the robe and heard, “Please tell me you aren’t wearing anything under that. I might just come in my pants if you do.”

Angie shrieked and clutched the robe around her. But the damage was done. Dean already
knew her intentions so there was no use pretended she wasn’t about to drop her robe and dance naked on the balcony.

“Don’t play modest
now, I know your pension for nakedness.”

“Dean what are you doing here?!” Surely this wasn’t a wine induced dream.

“I couldn’t get into the whole club scene, so I grabbed a cab and came back here thinking I’d watch some TV or something…” The
or something
had her heart racing.

“I didn’t hear the door otherwise I would have actually dressed before coming out here.”

She sensed more than saw Dean stand from his position on the chair in the shadows and move toward her. “I rather like you like this. And I’m finding that to be a problem. When did you get so damn sexy? And why the hell am I noticing you now?”  He was being serious. There was no hint of jest in his voice and as he drew nearer she could see the obvious confusion written all over his face.

Her breath caught in her chest as her body started responding to his words. Angie unconsciously loosened her grip on the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders and opening a bit.

“I’m not one to commit Angie and you need to know that before things go any further between us. All I’m offering is a vacation fling.”

Could she really do that? Just sleep with him and expect nothing in return except a good time while on vacation? The answer was an emphatic yes!

“I have one rule,” Angie let the robe fall, brushing her back and butt as it dropped to the floor. She heard his intake of breath as he looked at her standing naked in the moon light. “Stella can’t find out. I don’t know how she would react and my friendship with her is more important than this.”

Dean nodded and slowly stepped up to her. He bent his head and captured her mouth with his. He nibbled her bottom lip before sliding his tongue in her mouth to dance. Breath mingled with breath as tongue mated with tongue. It was erotic. It was heady. And if she wasn’t already dizzy from the wine she was sure to feel it from Dean’s exploration
of her mouth. He hands gripped her bare hips and eased her body closer to his so she could feel just how much he wanted her.

Dean’s hands moved up her body, feeling the smooth coolness of her skin around her ribs and up to the mounds of her breasts, allowing them to fill the palms of his hands. Her nipples hardened into pebbled and poked at his hands. “Do you know just how badly I’ve wanted to touch you like this today?”
             

Angie sighed into his mouth as his rolled her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. “You did a good job of not looking when I had my top off earlier.”

“God, promise me you won’t take your top off like that again. It took all I had not to feel you up in front of my sister.” Angie’s laugh turned into a moan as his mouth replaced one of his hands on her breast. He licked and nipped and sucked and did everything just right. Her knees were growing weaker by the second.

“You better get me where you want me before I collapse from jelly legs.” It was Dean’s turn to laugh, a rich smoky sound that had the same effect on her body that his hands had. But he surprised her moving her to the robe she had dropped earlier. With him kneeling between her legs and filling his mouth with her breast she worked his belt and button and zipper. And then her hands were following the trail of fine hairs she had been mesmerized by, moving across and down his muscular stomach until they were in the elastic band of his boxers. Her hands delved deeper, shucking the clothing as she explored, until she found him, hard and pulsing.

He sucked in a deep breath, stopping his tasting of her breast, and just let her feel him, explore him. “Are you sure, Angie?” For a moment she thought he was going to stop her, the situation she had dreamt about for years, and she wasn’t about to let that happen.

“I wouldn’t be here if I wasn’t sure, Dean. It’s just a vacation fling, like you said, so don’t read more into it.” This was a reminder to herself, not really to him.

But it was all the reassurance he needed. Pulling his shirt over his head and kicking his pants off, he dug in his pants pocket and pulled out a condom. And then he was gliding into her, his hands moving her legs to wrap around him. She was in heaven, filled to overflowing with Dean. When he started moving in her she arched to meet him. Mouth on mouth, skin slapping skin, it was heady and raw and so damn exciting that she exploded within seconds. He kept moving, urging her to catch up to him when she touched ground. His hands cupped her rump and he rolled with her so he was sitting and she was riding astride. Without missing a beat they kissed and touched and rubbed as she rode him to another climax, this time with his to follow.

It didn’t seem right and yet it felt so damn good. Dean lay awake in bed hours after he had screwed Angela Adel. Since they didn’t have time to do the cuddling thing before everyone started arriving home, he had tucked her into her bed and kissed her good night minutes before his parents walked through the front door. He felt like a teenager again, sneaking around behind his parents back. But if they found out he had no doubt the shit would hit the fan.

Angie had seemed like a fixture in his family for years, since his sister brought her home that first Thanksgiving she was in college. In fact, that was how he had viewed her, a part of the family, platonic friend. That is until she
bared her breasts to the world.  He was lying to himself.  He had known Angie to be a woman the first time he had met her. He wasn’t lying when he told her that guys see her as an innocent, pure female. He had had many a fantasy with Angela Adel staring as the girl next door.  But he had blocked those fantasies out years ago. She would always be his sister’s best friend, a cliché.

And then he had to go and change it all by fingering her in a hut on the beach. He didn’t know how it had happened. One minute he’d been pissed at himself for looking at her tits and growing instantly hard. The next minute he’d been even more pissed at the two jackasses who were harassing her. And then the
next
minute he had her legs wrapped around him and he’s sliding his fingers in her.

His lower extremely stirred at the memory.  Damn but if she wasn’t hot for him too! He had always known she had a school-girl crush on him. He’d be blind not to know. But to actually act on that crush was something he never expected. She
was a spitfire. She proved that when she stared him down as she unclasped her bikini top. The memory of the fire in her eyes had his dick throbbing.

David rolled to his back and snored, reminding Dean that he was sharing a bed with another grown man and not the pint sized blonde he was thinking about. There was no way in hell he was going to get to sleep. She dominated his thoughts causing his brain to churn with the memory of her kiss, the sleekness of her body, the feel of him tight within her. He wasn’t her first but he knew he was close to it. Her small body was firm and round at the same time.

He teased her about the ultra feminine clothes she wore, but truth be told it turned him on to see her in that girly snow-white dress she had worn the other night. None of the women he dated would be caught dead in something so girly. And yet, on Angie it was sexy as hell. Her bare shoulders teased him, begging him to taste their smoothness.  She was the type of woman who could pull off wearing a school girl uniform and it look erotic in its innocents. Never in his life had he had a school girl fantasy until now and only if Angie were playing along with him.

With that imagery he straining against his
pj pants to the point of pain. And there was nothing to do for it but lay there and try to think about other things. Work… random e-mails from clients… the seminar he was going to attend a month after vacation…

Those thoughts lasted less than a minute before he heard the door down the hall open and close softly. That was either his sister or Angela. He had a fifty-fifty shot of it being who he really wanted to see but either way it would do to change the thoughts playing out in his mind. So he got up, his erection settling a bit. Not bothering with a tee shirt he silently moved to the living room to find who else was unable to sleep.

Stella stood at the refrigerator wearing an oversized tee shirt that hit the tops of her knees. Well, at least she was someone to talk to. He knew he shouldn’t be disappointed it wasn’t Angie, because really, what could they have done with all the people in the house? His mind filled with images of them sneaking off to the bathroom, or going out to the deck again, or using the Jeep… A whole hell of a lot. that was what they could be doing.

“What are you doing awake?” Stella whispered as she shut the fridge door.

Dean shrugged and sat down on one of the barstools, using the bar to hide his hard on. “Just couldn’t sleep. What about you?”

“I’m thirsty from all that drinking and dancing. You really should have stayed at the club. It got kind of crazy there for a while but it was a blast.”

Dean didn’t say anything. He was rather pleased with the way his evening turned out. “So did you meet anyone worth seeing again?”

Stella grinned, “Maybe. What about you, what did you end up doing?”

It was a good thing they were chatting it up in the dark because he was sure his face was turning red. What could he say, I screwed your friend into the balcony? “Just hung out.”

Stella took a long swallow of her bottled water. “Sure you did. I don’t believe for a minute that you came back here and did nothing.”
Oh shit
… Dean remained silent as his sister took the seat next to him. “One of these days you’re going to end up with some sort of venereal disease. I swear the women you pick out are as easy as you are.”

Whew! “You’re one to talk. The guys you choose are just as dorky as you are.” And just like
that they fell back into the easy, childish banter of siblings. His erection deflated and his mind was on something other than Angie and where they could be having sex where no one would find them.

Dean and Angie were off the hook. No one was the wiser to
their fun romp on the balcony. The secrecy only made the whole thing more exciting.

Five hours later Dean found himself wide awake and eager to start the day. David was already gone, presumably the one using the shower he could hear running. That meant there was a good chance he could get Angie alone for a few minutes. Just long enough to lay a hard kiss on her perfectly plump mouth. He shook his head as he sat up in the bed. When did he ever think about a mouth being perfectly plump?

He dismissed the thought and threw on the tee shirt that matched the plaid pajama pants he wore, took a big gulp from the bottle of water on his bedside table and swished it around his mouth a bit. It would be a bust if he kissed her with morning breath so he grabbed an
Altoid from the small container he never left home without.

In the kitchen he heard the coffee pot peculating and out on the balcony he could hear his mother and Joan talking. He assumed his father was already gone and his sister still asleep. That meant Angie was in the kitchen. Dean was smiling as he rounded the corner. There standing in front of the coffee pot, looking adorable in her pink boxer shorts and tank top, was the woman who kept him awake the majority of the night. Too bad she hadn’t been with him while he was awake.

He silently moved up behind her and kissed the nape of her neck. Seeing that her hair was in the sloppy ponytail she seemed to favor, her neck was his for the nibbling.

“Dean!” She hissed, spinning around to face him. “What if someone sees you?”

“No one’s going to see me.” And he bent his head and kissed her hard on the mouth, pulling her closer to him all the while. She melted like butter cut with a hot knife. And if he were being honest he would admit that he melted a little too. But being the manly man he was, a man who had his share of beautiful women gracing his bed, he wouldn’t admit that for anything.

“Good morning,” he said as he pulled away from her. The coffee pot was spitting and sputtering, announcing it was done, and Angie turned to pour a cup of the liquid energy. Handing him a cup when she turned back around he noticed she wasn’t making eye contact. Maybe in the light of day, as well as coming off of a night of downing a whole
bottle of wine, she was rethinking their deal of a vacation fling. He couldn’t have that now that he’d had that little taste of the night before. “You want a bagel?” He would seduce her with food if it came down to it.

“
Eww,” was her answer. Obviously she was coming off the bottle of wine a bit hard.

Moving to the other side of the kitchen Dean pulled out a bottle of Ibuprofen and handed it to her. “Take three of these and you’ll be feeling better in no time.”

She still wouldn’t look at him but she did take the medicine like he said. The French doors opened and in walked his mother and Joan. “Good morning my darling son.” His mother had a flare for the dramatic, something he actually found endearing coming from her.

“Morning mom.
Joan.”

Joan sat down next to her daughter and instantly scrunched up her nose. “Good grief! Did you go on a drinking binge last night? You smell like
cheap wine.”

Dean had to hide his smile because he knew that was exactly what Angie had done. But he also knew to stay out of it. “Thanks mom! I was feeling so dark and gloomy this morning and you’ve
chippered me right up.”

This time Dean did laugh. Angie looked so young and defiant sitting there with her face bare, chin jutting out, and blue eyes glaring at her mother. Both women looked at him, each with a different look in their similar eyes. Actually, it was eerie just how similar there blue eyes were. He stopped smiling and busied himself with making a bagel.

“I met the nicest man last night. He works with George, a divorcee like me, and he makes lots of money.” Dean dared a glance at Angie to see how she was taking the news of her mother getting back out on the dating scene. She was taking it surprisingly well. That or she was still hung over too much to process her mother’s words.

“Oh you mean Jim?” His mom cooed and poured another cup of coffee, all but hopped over the bar to gossip with her friend. “He is cute! I’ve teased George about him being in my sights if George ever died. He didn’t think it was as funny as I did.”

Dean smiled through his mouth full of bagel. He imagined his father thought it was more humorous than he let on. He never knew anyone as in love as his parents. It was a surprise that he and his sister weren’t married with children yet. With the example of their parents they knew what a happy marriage was. Then again, maybe that was why neither of them was married. Nothing would ever compare to what his parents had.

David walked in to the kitchen just as Joan was saying something about seeing Jim again that evening.  “Who’s Jim?” David asked while pouring the last of the coffee into a mug.

“A guy Joan met last night who works with my father.”

David, less subtle then Dean, said, “What do you think of that Angie? Does it bother you that your mom is dating?”

All eyes turned to Angie. She looked wide eyed at her mother as if just comprehending that the older woman was attracted to men. “You’re going on a date? Already?”

Joan waved a manicured hand absently. “It’s been a year since the divorce and frankly I want male companionship again.”

This was Dean’s cue to exit stage left. With his coffee cup in hand he moved to the bathroom to have his spin in the shower.