A Summer To Remember (Seasons of Love & Lust Book 1) (16 page)

Chapter Twenty

Miami Beach was hot, humid. and everything it promised in the marketing brochures,
Bad Boys
films, and almost every Pitbull song ever played on the radio. Most people fit into two categories and were either extremely old or really young. The vast majority of the young people were beautiful, and had great bodies accompanied by deep summer tans. Savannah, Paul, Jude, and I looked sickly standing next to all the beyond tanned Miami Beach natives.

We made it to our temporary home, a stately boutique hotel known as The Betsy South Beach, and settled in for the evening. The ride down had been fun, courtesy of a private plane provided by Scarlet Fever and Winter’s Regret.

The following day we would have a chance to get together and actually meet the members of both bands after we indulged in a day at an exclusive spa where we women could make sure we looked our best.

I missed not seeing Talia that night but the moment Paul and I settled into our room, we unpacked and I proceeded to run a warm bath. I wanted to soak with scented, luxurious bubbles and feel my skin caressed by warm water.

Paul walked up behind me and kissed my shoulder. “You look good enough to eat. Are you going to hog that tub all to yourself?”

“No. You’re free to join me. It is big enough for the two of us.”

He looked at me deviously then he disappeared into the sitting room to open up a bottle of Cristal champagne, courtesy of the band, not the hotel. I removed all of my clothes until I wore nothing but a silk robe which was barely modest. I walked into the sitting room and he handed me one of the fluted champagne glasses.

“This is the kind of celebration that definitely deserves a toast,” I said seductively. “Not only are you the most stable relationship I have ever been in but you always bring me to my senses and try to keep us drama free. Thank you, Paul, and I want you to know I love you very much.”

We clinked glasses and sipped from the delicious bubbly with its subtle caramel aftertaste. It was my favorite champagne. I secretly thought Dom Perignon was too dry and couldn’t hold a candle to a good bottle of Cristal.

“You’re my life and my love, Jerrica.” Paul stared into my eyes while he clutched his glass with a gentleness I’d witnessed before. He had perfect hands, not too large and not small either, and long, tapered, elegant fingers. “No one will ever measure up to you and no one ever could.”

He kissed my left brow before he continued. “I have loved you for so long, I wouldn’t know how to stop loving you, and I feel privileged and honored to have you on my arm. I hope one day soon we can make this togetherness legal and binding. It would definitely satisfy our parents, who believe we are just delaying the inevitable.”

I kissed his lips softly and we separated reluctantly. I didn’t know if it was this place or because I was in Paul’s presence but I felt extremely satisfied with how everything had turned out between us. He was the one for me, I knew it in my heart, though sometimes I found myself so afraid of losing him that I had awful anxiety attacks that shook me to my very core.

“I suppose we should start thinking about our relationship over the long term,” I said at last. “I never want you to regret anything about us. If and when you’re ready to take the plunge then let me know, all right?”

Paul put an arm around my waist and held me close with unspoken intimacy while we both finished our champagne. “It’s bath time.”

I shed my robe right then and there. My nude body was on display for him and his eyes changed from caring and loving to lust-filled with a few blinks. While he stripped off his clothes, I walked into the bathroom and slid into the tub. The water was perfect because it was warm and sent the feeling of being buzzed on good champagne straight to my head. There were bubbles everywhere and it was the perfect set up for us.

Paul walked inside completely naked, his cock curled against his stomach in anticipation. He slid into the tub opposite the way I was sitting. I was feeling quite naughty and crawled toward him, kissing his neck up and down.

I took his manhood and caressed it beneath the layers of bubbles. He caressed my neck and we kissed each other fully and passionately. His right hand slipped between my legs and several fingers parted me like a flower, then he slid two inside me and moved them in and out. His thumb pressed against my clit and that was all it took for my hips to sway with the intense amount of pleasure from what he was doing to me.

I took my hand off his cock and wrapped both arms around his neck as his hands clutched my ass possessively and he guided himself inside me. Sex in the water was exhilarating and as he thrust in and out of me with slow, languid strokes, I kissed him with such intense passion, we both lost ourselves in the moment.

Paul reluctantly withdrew from inside me and stood in the tub with me wrapped comfortably in his arms. I held on tight as he stepped out and he walked us to the sofa where he sat me down in an upright position and spread my legs apart.

It didn’t matter the sofa was wet from my soaking body, the only thing I concentrated on was my beautiful lover’s head between my legs, his fingers spread me open and he caressed my clit with his tongue before his tongue went further down and dipped inside me where his cock had been moments ago.

As he tongue fucked me, I played with my breasts and didn’t feel anything but warmth and the heat coming from my skin despite the air condition being on. His index finger rubbed up and down my perineum and the feeling of his hands all over and his tongue in such an intimate place body was almost too much to take. I wanted him to make love to me.

He trailed his tongue back up to the hard nub of my clit and suckled on it gently at first, then he added more pressure. He placed two fingers inside me at the base of my G-spot and caressed me there, all while he alternated between suckling my clit and tracing slow, lazy circles around it with his wet, warm tongue.

I came in a rush of pleasure and desire and collapsed with my legs still splayed on his shoulders. He changed positions and stood in front of me, his cock still rock hard. I took it into my hands and caressed him then I moved my mouth over the mushroom head and sucked deeply.

Paul drew an intake of much needed air as I began to tease him by licking him from the base of his cock all the way to the tip before I really got into sucking him off with everything I had. He tasted delicious. I swirled my tongue around the tip before I deep-throated him and allowed his whole length to rest past my tonsils, then I removed him and did it yet again, this time slower.

He pulled me away from his manhood and spread my legs again, got on his knees, and plunged into my depths with a violent thrust. It was beautiful because I was soaking wet and he easily worked his way in and out of me with smooth, controlled precision.

“You’re so beautiful when you’re like this…at my mercy and mine to control however I want. God, I love you, Jerrica.”

“I love you too,” I panted and threw my head back as he fucked me harder and more violently.

Making love was nice but I needed him to pound me like my life depended on it and he instinctively sensed this. His cock hit the deepest crevices inside me and I moaned and spread my legs as far as possible to allow him more access.

He caressed my breasts roughly, pulling at my erect nipples in a painful yet pleasurable way, and I was so close to coming again I had to stay in the moment or give in to complete and overwhelming pleasure I wanted to delay as long as possible.

His pace increased and he threw my legs over his shoulders. This didn’t seem like the most comfortable position but he made our love life an adventure and I enjoyed anything we did sexually, in the bedroom and outside of it. With the current position, my lower back all the way up to my shoulder blades laid on the sofa while he controlled everything below the waist.

I closed my eyes and arched my back as he continued to tease me with slow, tortuous strokes interspersed with quick, angry thrusts that took me almost to the edge. How could I ever forget this feeling for as long as I lived? The act of making love was much more dangerous than it should have been because too many emotions were involved.

I opened my eyes and I connected with his crystal blue ones. We were both in too deep and could never walk away from each other like nothing happened. My lips parted and I wanted to tell him how much he meant to me but the only noise that left my mouth was a cry of ecstasy.

He leaned down and kissed my lips, and as our tongues intermingled, the genuine connection between us cemented and I knew then and there I would never be able to let him go and
not
love him.

He shuddered to a violent climax while with just a few strokes of my clit with his dedicated fingers, I came with him and it was an overwhelming and beautiful experience.

Afterwards, we lay on the sofa, my naked body on top of him. With his arms around my body, I felt sated and safe.

***

The following day we met up with Jude and Savannah for an early breakfast at the swanky hotel restaurant. Savannah and I both ordered mimosas with our egg white omelets, which consisted of Swiss cheese, prosciutto, garlic, onions, and a mélange of red, yellow, and green bell peppers.

Though Jude had dropped the bombshell on me before we left New York, he and Savannah seemed to be doing all right as a couple. They looked happy enough but Jude couldn’t hold a candle to Paul, who glowed with obvious contentment as they conversed. Meanwhile, Savannah and I spoke in hushed tones.

“Everything okay between you two?” I asked.

Savannah glanced at me mischievously. “Everything has been really great. I think we are really starting to grow as a couple and I can’t help it…I’m positively smitten with Jude.” She sipped from her mimosa before she continued. “You and Paul seem to do be doing well. Especially after the incident in Stamford. That could have tested the resolve of the strongest couples, and I admire you for remaining by his side.”

“Why wouldn’t I? I have loved this man for so long and now we’re together, I’m not going to let his ex-girlfriend come around and screw up everything we have. It’s not gonna happen.”

She smiled shyly and finished almost half her mimosa in a few gulps.

“How is business going? Jude says you have been working extremely hard.”

“He really wants me to start making men’s clothes. He needed some adjustments made to a few pairs of work pants because he’s been working out and improving his six-pack. They were a bit loose in the waist and I did the alterations with no issues at all. He was beyond amazed and now he comes to me instead of going to the cleaners when he needs certain clothes tailored to fit him,” Savannah said with pride.

“Well, all I know is Jude is lucky to have you.”

Our omelets arrived to our table while Jude and Paul had opted for prime cut steaks served medium rare and two eggs over easy with endless cups of coffee.

“Am I really?” Savannah asked as she cut into her omelet. “Personally, I feel like a goddamn bookend.”

I was a bit taken back by her attitude and the words she used. Savannah rarely cursed. Autumn and Talia were the resident potty mouths and I was pretty much in between. Sweet, proper Savannah was a quiet, shy young woman who did not use a lot of profanity.

“What are you talking about, Savannah?”

“You don’t think I know what kind of women Jude usually goes for? Look at me. I’m not the tall model type with legs that go on forever and a vivacious personality. It’s like I’m a charity case when you compare me to his other girlfriends and I wonder why he is with me. He can have any woman he wants.”

“And he is with the woman he wants, Savannah. Jude doesn’t
do
charity cases. If there wasn’t a genuine connection between you two, the relationship wouldn’t have lasted as long as it has.”

“I don’t want to put you in the middle of what is going on between us because that isn’t fair to you. He’s your brother and you did try to warn me. I want you to know how lucky I feel to have met you gals in college. I know we will always be there for each other.”

I reached out for her hands and held them within my own. “Listen to me, you are not a bookend and Jude really cares about you but…he’s dealing with his own issues. He feels you pulling away from him and it’s been hard on him. He hoped you would share more of yourself with him but if you continue to act the way you are then you are going to lose him.”

Savannah’s features fell into a contemplative manner. “Hello!” a female voice said and all four of us turned toward Autumn.

She looked stunning as she walked hand in hand with a very good looking guy. “I didn’t think we would get the chance to make it but the co-star of the film sprained her ankle so we’re here for the little soiree featuring Scarlet Fever and Winter’s Regret.”

Savannah gawped. “Oh my God…you’re…you’re
the—
”

“Brandon Wilkinson, Savannah,” Autumn cut her off, rolling her eyes in an exasperated manner.

I took a sip from my mimosa, looking Brandon directly in the eyes. “I thought you were dating what’s her name? You know, the actress you failed to mention when you bought that painting from my gallery?”