Belize: Bad Boys on the Beach Book Two (20 page)

“I am,” I say. “But the girl is not.”

I can hear Riggins laughing on the other line. He finds it funny. The man who always claimed that he would never settle down is settling down.

“There is a training facility near Buffalo. With your record, they’d snatch you up in a second.”

“Really?”

“Want me to give them a call and see if they’ll take you? I’ll give you a glowing recommendation.”

“Please,” I say, feeling my heart speed up.

I hear voices in the background.
“Alright Taylor,”
he says.
“Give me a call back tomorrow.”

There’s a knock on the door as I hang up. My stomach is churning as I limp over to open it up. It’s a bit late for housekeeping.

I hold my breath as I open the door. Cynthia is standing there looking unbelievable even though her face is sad.

“Come in please,” I say, stepping to the side.

She doesn’t move. “Tanya said that you desperately needed to talk to me. She said that it was life and death.”

I smile.
I think I’m going to like my new sister.

“I wanted to apologize to you for the way that I acted,” I say. “It was inexcusable and just plain mean.”

“It was mean,” she says, crossing her arms and narrowing her eyes.

I drop my eyes to her pedicured toes. “The truth is I do like you, Cynthia. And I wasn’t lying about wanting to have a relationship with you.”

She drops her arms and sighs. “Then why would you say all of those things? That really hurt.”

“I was just upset and I have a lot of issues that I’m trying to work out right now. I got in a fight with Ethan right before I saw you but we straightened it out. I’m sorry that I took it out on you. I didn’t mean it.”

She’s waiting for more. “And?”

“And there was something else,” I say, swallowing hard. “My knee is wrecked. I’ve been hiding it all week.”

“I know,” she says simply. Maybe I wasn’t hiding it as well as I thought.

“I’ve been honorably discharged from the SEALs.”

Her hands fly to her mouth. “I’m so sorry.”

I jerk my head back. “I thought you’d be happy.”

She shakes her head. “I know how much it means to you. I’m so sorry.”

She steps in and wraps her arms around me in a hug. I kiss her head and smell her mango scented hair. “I think I’m going to be okay,” I say softly. “This is the first time I’ve felt positive about the future. Ever.”

She pulls back, watching me like she’s not sure if I can be trusted. I’ll have to earn her trust back. I’m willing to do it. I’m in this for the long haul.

“It’s because of you,” I say. “I’m excited to see where this goes.”

She pulls away from me, letting my hands fall to my sides. “I haven’t forgiven you yet.”

My stomach drops.

She smirks. “It’s gonna cost you.”

“Anything,” I say and I mean it. I’d walk through hell for this woman.

She raises her eyebrow and grins. “A foot rub every night for a month.”

“I’ll give you a foot rub every night of your life if you take me back,” I say, feeling my pulse race.

“Deal.”

She steps back into me and I wrap my arms around her luscious body as our mouths connect. All of the worry and stress about my future gets taken away with that kiss. If I have Cynthia, I’ll be alright.

“So you’ll be back in Chicago?” she asks when she pulls away and rests her head on my beating heart.

“I guess so,” I say, stroking her curly brown hair.
Unless Riggins comes through for me.

“We’ll make it work,” she says.

“Yes, we will.” I believe it now. We will make it work.

She spins around and walks backward, pulling me to the bed. She drops down onto the mattress and pulls me over her curvy body.

Yup. I’m going to be just fine.

Chapter Sixteen

Cynthia

Day Five

I jerk up in bed with Chase’s heavy leg on me.
Was that a scream?

I hear another one and it’s coming from outside. I throw Chase’s shirt on over my head and run out onto the balcony.

“That sounded like Stephanie,” Chase says. He’s naked on the bed and rubbing his eyes. We fell asleep after our wonderful makeup sex and lost half of the afternoon.

“The wedding!” I say as I look out onto the beach.

There are thirty or so chairs set up on the sand with only two guests: Megan and Lucas. Megan was forced to go by her husband. Stephanie is his sister after all.

Aaron is standing under a beautiful arch full of tropical flowers at the makeshift altar. His face is pale and he’s sweating heavily. He looks like he’s about to meet the devil himself, which I guess he is.

Stephanie is moving her hands around her body like there’s an army of ants crawling under her dress which is what it probably feels like thanks to Chase and his homemade itching powder. She’s leaning over the poor wedding planner as she screams at her.

Megan is watching with an amused grin on her face.
I bet she’s happy that she went now.

The wedding planner says something into the walkie-talkie in her hand and the beautiful music starts playing. Aaron loosens his tie and dry heaves as his bride approaches.

“I hope they’re sterile,” Chase says, walking up beside me in his boxer briefs.

“Which one?” I ask. I’m not sure which one is worse.

“Both, preferably,” he says with a laugh.

Stephanie stops dead in the middle of the aisle when she sees the spectacular flowers on the archway. “Lupita!” she screams. She spins around and waves over the wedding coordinator. “Those flowers were supposed to be all pink. They were supposed to be the color of my birthstone!”

I laugh. As if it matters. There’s only Megan and Lucas in the audience, the priest and a guy wearing a Speedo watching from the knee-deep water.

“Sorry, Señorita,” a scared Lupita says. “We only had red. They look pretty close.”

“Well they’re not close,” Stephanie screams as she scratches the back of her thigh. She spikes her bouquet into the sand like she just made a touchdown. “It’s a completely different color!”

Lupita steps back with wide eyes.

Megan pulls out her camera and starts videotaping the meltdown.

Stephanie’s neck flexes as she sees the gorgeous yellow petals sprinkled on the sandy aisle. “These are supposed to be white,” she screams kicking the petals and sand up. “They were supposed to match my dress! And why am I so itchy?!?”

“Nice work,” I say, leaning into Chase.

“Thanks.”

Aaron sinks down to a squat and pulls off his tie. He’s breathing hard fast breaths and looks like he’s having a panic attack. “I can’t do this,” he says.

Stephanie spins and points her finger at him. “You’re doing this!” she screams.

Aaron looks at his wife to be with her hair falling out of her tiara and the crazed look on her face, and he just starts running down the beach.

“Aaron,” she screams, trying to run after him but she doesn’t get far in her tight dress. “Get back here!”

Lupita’s mouth is racing as she speaks into the walkie talkie.

Megan lets out a laugh and Stephanie whips her head around, glaring at her. “What are you laughing at?” she screams. She kicks an empty chair over, pushes past the priest and starts ripping down the arch.

“Look at him go,” Chase says, pointing at Aaron who is three resorts down and still running strong.

The archway is a mess of broken plastic and colorful flowers when two security guards race up the aisle to where Stephanie is flipping over the nice table.

The skinny security guard tackles her first and then the larger one lands on both of them. She’s surprisingly strong for such a small girl and it takes them a while before she has her hands cuffed behind her back.

We both wave as she looks up and sees us watching as they drag her under our balcony towards the lobby. Cameras click and videotape as the security guards pull her through the resort in her wedding dress.

A full minute of stunned silence pass before Chase and I look at each other in shock.

He speaks first. “That. Was. Awesome.”

“How is Tanya and Ethan ever going to top that wedding?”

Chapter Seventeen

Cynthia

Day Six

“Don’t fuck up my hair!” I say in a panic as Chase yanks up my dress and presses me against the wall of the janitor’s closet.

He looked too hot in his linen pants and white shirt with the sleeves rolled up to resist. Apparently I looked just as irresistible in my light pink bridesmaid dress because as soon as he saw me he pulled me into the nearest janitor’s closet and locked the door.

His mischievous hands crawl up my dress and he yanks my panties down my leg. He leaves them around my ankles like shackles, and pops back up, too excited to slide them off my feet.

“Not very romantic Mr. Taylor,” I tease as the harsh smell of bleach and lemon assaults my nose.

“The wedding starts in ten minutes,” he says as he races to unbutton his pants. “There’s no time for romance. Only time for fucking.”

That’s fine with me.

He pulls out his long hard cock and steps towards me as I hold my dress up around my waist. He kisses me deep and passionate as he traces the head of his cock up my wet pussy lips and then slides it in.

I’m so wet and I take him in easily. I don’t even need foreplay with this guy. Just a look of his hard muscles pressing out against his tight button-up shirt and the way he looks at me with his
fuck me eyes
is enough to make me dripping wet.

He’s so hard in my softness as he pushes me against the wall, thrusting up with his powerful hips. I can’t separate my legs very far with my panties wrapped around my ankles but the extra stimulation on my clit from it feels heavenly.

He grunts in my ear as he grabs my ass cheeks and plows into me. I want to throw my head back and moan but I keep still. Julia spent all morning taming my curly hair and she’ll kill me if I show up and it’s all fucked up. Not to mention how Tanya will freak out if Chase fucks all of my curls out and ruins her wedding photos.

His grunts become louder and more urgent in my ear and I know that he’s about to come. I’m not quite there yet but I don’t mind. We’ll have all night. This is just an appetizer.

His back muscles tighten under my fingers and he grunts loudly, signaling his release. He was way quicker than usual. I must look fucking hot.

The warmth of his seed flows into me and his body relaxes. He looks around and grabs the brown paper towels off the shelf behind me. He rips off a piece and carefully wipes up the mess as he pulls out of me. Neither of us wants to walk down the aisle with any telltale stains on our outfits.

“Did I say that you look phenomenal?” he asks, breathless as he wipes his softening cock down.

“I don’t think you have to,” I say with a smile. “That was all the confirmation that I needed.”

Chase hands me a wad of paper towels and I clean up but leave a bit of his warm seed. I pull up my panties and moan softly as I feel it still inside me. I want to walk down the aisle like that, with a part of him in me. It will be our little secret.

“We’re going to be late,” he says, tucking his shirt back into his pants. He opens the door and we slide out, trying to look inconspicuous, but looking totally conspicuous. He gives me a quick peck on the lips. “I’ll see you later,” he says and then runs off to meet Ethan.

I take a deep, satisfied breath and return to where Tanya and the girls are waiting in Lupita’s air conditioned office. The whole wedding party is there except for the groom and best man who are waiting at the altar.

I had just run out to the bathroom and ran into Chase by lucky coincidence. That’s when he pulled me into the janitor’s closet.

“Where were you?” Megan asks with a raised eyebrow. She has a sixth sense for these kinds of things. It’s like she can smell the sex on me or something.

“Just the bathroom,” I say, smoothing out my dress and trying to act casual under her scrutiny.

“Right,” she says, nodding sarcastically. “The bathroom.” She slaps Lucas’ arm. “How come you don’t take me for quickies anymore?”

Lucas looks at her with confusion plastered across his face. “Do you want to go back to our room?” he asks, looking around.

“No,” Megan snips. “The wedding is about to start you dolt. Plus it has to be spontaneous.”

I leave the bickering newlyweds and walk over to check on Tanya. She’s standing with her parents who are gushing over how pretty she looks. Pretty is not the word. She looks hot as fuck.

“You look amazing!” I say.

“Really?” she asks, looking down at her white dress. “Do you think Ethan will like it?”

I lean into her ear and whisper. “I’m worried that he won’t make it through the reception before he rips it off you.”

Lupita, the resort’s wedding coordinator, comes over with her walkie talkie. “Ready?” she asks.

Tanya takes a nervous breath with her eyes closed.

“Yeah she’s fucking ready,” I say, grabbing Tanya’s arm. “Let’s do this!”

Everyone in the room cheers, including her parents and she opens her eyes with a huge smile on her face. She’s ready.

Lupita speaks Spanish into the walkie talkie and opens the door of her office. The warm Caribbean breeze flows into the cool room and our faces light up with excitement.

A few seconds pass and the soft music starts. Tanya chose Somewhere over the Rainbow by Israel Kamakawiwo’ole, a beautiful song to walk down the sandy aisle too.

“You go,” Lupita says, pointing to Julia. She turns around and smiles at all of us before strutting out the door and around the building to where all of the guests are gathered on the beach.

“I can’t believe you’re about to walk down the aisle!” Megan says, grabbing Tanya’s arm.

“Me too!” Tanya says with wide eyes. “I’m freaking out!”

“You two are up next,” Lupita says pointing to me and Lucas. He holds his arm out like a gentleman and I hook my arm around it.