Between Us: Sex on the Beach (12 page)

As if we had more than sex and passion between us…

Which was stupid.

I closed off those thoughts and filed them away for a later date. Maybe when I was older and wiser, I’d be ready for them. But not now.

“Don’t stop,” she begged, her legs tightening around me. “God, don’t stop.”

I could feel her whole body growing tighter and straining against me. Knowing she was that close to coming sent me teetering on the edge. I’d have never thought I could come from some heavy petting and kisses, but with Mackenzie…

Apparently all I needed was a hand job and a smile.

I grunted and moved faster, my hips pumping into her hand at the same time. I knew the second she found her pleasure. Knew when time froze for her, because her hand clenched down on my cock, and she let out a little sound deep in the back of her throat.

I loved that fucking sound.

Then I closed my eyes and dropped my head into the crook of her neck. I could finish. I really could, with just her hand and a kiss. But when I did come, I wanted to be buried inside her, damn it. I wanted to be inside of her, making her scream my name and scratch my back. So I headed for the shore with her still in my arms, juggling my equipment and her with ease.

“Where are we going?” she asked, resting her head on my shoulder.

Her mask and snorkel hit my back. She’d managed to hang on to them, even with me making her fall apart. “To my car so I can fuck you properly.” As we passed Frank, I tossed the snorkeling equipment his way. Then I set her down on her feet. “Lose the flippers.”

She held on to the shack, squirming out of them. I did the same, then caught her hand with mine. We padded barefoot to the car, since we’d left our shoes and extra clothing inside, and I opened the back door. I’d parked in a shady, secluded section of the parking lot and I couldn’t be happier about that, because I needed her now.

I pushed her onto her back, reaching into the console and pulling out a condom. I’d thrown them in there earlier just in case. As I yanked my trunks down, I stopped, my hand on my cock. She was watching me with wide eyes.

She flicked her tongue over her lips, her thighs falling open. “Hurry up,” she said, moving impatiently.

Still…I hesitated. Damn it. She deserved better than a quick fuck in the car.

She was Mackenzie Forbes—America’s Sweetheart—not some girl I’d picked up at the bar who didn’t give a damn how or where she got it, or even who she got it from. She’d been a virgin yesterday, and now I was about to take her in the back of my fucking Volkswagen?
Pathetic, Austin.

It was no wonder guys like me never got girls like her.

I started pulling up my shorts. “You know what? We can wait. Let’s go back to the hotel and—”

“No.” She yanked me back down on top of her. My cock pressed against her pussy, and she arched her hips up. Not exactly helping my resolve to give her something better than a quickie in a parking lot, for fuck’s sakes. “I don’t want to wait.”

She closed her fingers over me, gazing up at me with wonder. Well,
hell
, if she kept looking at me as if she needed me to fuck her, I wouldn’t be responsible for my actions. And for the first time in a long time, I wanted to be responsible. I wanted to be a gentleman, damn it. “I’m trying to be a good guy here.”

“I don’t want you to be good. I want you to be bad.” She flicked her tongue over my lips, and I squeezed my eyes shut. “Really,
really
bad.”

“Someone might come along,” I said through my clenched teeth. “I’m trying to protect you.”

“Then you better hurry up so no one finds us.” I swallowed hard, my eyes skimming over her perfection. The freckles on her nose. The bright green eyes. Her full rosy pink lips. She looked even hotter in the natural light of day, if that was possible. “Between us? I think you’re perfectly capable of making me scream your name in less than five minutes.”

I ripped open the condom wrapper, using my teeth. “You’re sure?”

“God, yes.” She spread her legs and shoved her bottoms to the side, giving me a hell of a view of her wet pussy. Fuck. There went the last of my gentlemanly thoughts, right out the fucking window. “Take me now.”

I growled, rolled the condom over my cock, then fell on top of her. I was wedged up against this side of heaven, my forehead to hers, and I couldn’t imagine any place I’d rather be. And that fucking terrified me.

I thrust inside of her, my whole body seeming to let out a sigh. I kissed her and started moving faster. Harder. She wrapped herself around me, and the stinging of her nails raking across my back sent me over the edge.

So did the little whimpers she kept letting out, soft and sweet. Better than any song I’d ever fucking heard. I kissed her again, swallowing her cries of pleasure so no one heard her, and completely lost myself in her. Her pussy clenched tighter around my cock, squeezing, but it wasn’t enough.

I reached between us and pressed two fingers against her clit. I was fucking bent on making her explode again before I came. By the time I was finished with her, I was determined to be her best memory of this town—of this trip.

God knows she would be mine.

She cried out, arching her back, and tensed all around me, releasing my name on a sigh. “Austin.”

Music to my ears, man.

I thrust into her one more time, my balls going tight and hard, and then I came so strongly my vision blurred. “God,” I muttered, dropping my head down beside hers and drawing in a shaky breath. She was going to kill me. It was official.

And if she didn’t kill me, she was going to get me arrested. Hell, I hadn’t gotten naked in a fucking car with a woman in years. Not since I’d started taking care of Rachel.

I had to remember I had responsibilities.

“Wow,” she breathed, playing with my hair. “I was teasing about the ‘orgasm in less than five minutes’ part, but you totally did it.”

I snorted and lifted up on my elbows. I might want to lay here and enjoy the afterglow, but we had to get dressed. “Maybe I should start a business. ‘Orgasms delivered in less than five minutes, guaranteed or your money back.’”

“Umm…” She laughed, musical and perfect, of course. Because it was
her
. “I think I’d rather keep you to myself forever and ever. You just might be my best-kept secret, and I’m not about to blab about you to everyone.”

I knew she was fucking around, but hearing her talk about any kind of future set me on edge. There wasn’t a future with us. There couldn’t be.

She wouldn’t want me once she knew the real me, and all my secrets that came with me. And she definitely wouldn’t want a teenager in her life—and Rachel was part of me
now. She wouldn’t want a fuck-up with a buried juvenile criminal record either.

And I needed to remember that before it was too late.

“Yeah.” I pushed off her, not quite meeting her eyes. “I kind of figured that.”

“Hey,” she said, sitting up and fixing her bikini bottoms. I did the same with my trunks, the cold wetness making me shiver. “You okay?”

I looked at her. “Yeah. Of course.”

“O…kay.” She tucked her hair behind her ear, peeking up at me. “You just got all stiff and withdrawn or something.”

I shrugged. “Nah. But we should probably get out of here before we get caught.”

“Yeah, probably.” She leaned in and rested her palm against my cheek, her thumb sliding down to my dimple. “Today was really special. Thank you.”

I swallowed hard. The feelings rolling through me had nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the forbidden. I couldn’t want her. Couldn’t want more.

But I also couldn’t pull away.

She leaned closer, hesitating briefly with her lips hovering close to mine. Giving me a chance to reject her, I supposed. Maybe I should have, but I didn’t. Her eyes lit up, and then she kissed me tenderly. This kiss felt different. It wasn’t about arousal or sex.

And I loved every second of it.

T
HANKS TO
the fact that Rachel was spending the night at a friend’s house, Mackenzie and I had spent the last few hours talking and snuggling in the privacy of her hotel room. And now we were at a restaurant I’d never taken another girl to besides Rachel. I couldn’t help but notice I kept bringing Mac to my favorites. As if I was trying to show her a part of me I didn’t normally show girls.

I tried to ignore this fact, too.

“You come here a lot?” she asked, looking over her shoulder. “I love the décor. Very modern yet elegant.”

I looked around, trying to see what she saw. Crystal chandeliers hung over all the tables, and candles flickered on each one. Soft music played in the background, and everyone spoke quietly amongst themselves. Everyone was chill and relaxed. No one rushed or hurried through their meals. That’s why I loved it here. In a life of hectic-ness and bar music, the understated peacefulness of this restaurant called to me.

“Yeah. It’s nice.” I lifted a shoulder. “And tourists don’t come here, so it’s not overcrowded.”

She nodded. “It’s perfect for a girl like me.”

“Right.” I met her eyes. “No cameras.”

“Exactly.”

We fell silent, and she picked up her glass and gulped some wine down. I watched her, loving the way the candlelight flickered across her face. “Are you having fun down here in Florida? Doing all the things you wanted to do? Seeing it all?” I picked up my beer. “If there’s something else you’d like to do besides see me naked, maybe I could take you sightseeing.”

She smiled at me, soft and sweet. “You’d do touristy stuff with me?”

It sounded like pure hell, but I’d be with her—which was as close to heaven as I’d ever get. “Sure. Why not?”

“Nothing. It’s just…” She entwined her ankle with mine underneath the table. “It’s just sweet is all.”

I snorted. There she went using inappropriate words to describe me again. I almost pulled my ankle away from hers to protest her descriptors, but it felt too damn good. “I’m not fucking sweet.”

“What’s the matter?” Her smile widened. “Does that not fit the bad boy image you try so hard to put out there?”

She was teasing me. Actually fucking teasing me. Two can play at that game.

“Oh, you can call me ‘sweet’ if it makes you happy. As a matter of fact…” I leaned in and motioned for her to do the same. She moved closer, and her lower lip was caught between her teeth, as if she was nervous or turned on—or both. “I’ll show you how sweet I can be when I bend you over the trunk of my car and fuck you until you scream. How’s that sound?”

Her eyes flared. “It sounds perfect.” She released her lower lip, and I couldn’t stop staring at the red mark she left behind. “But being good at dirty talk doesn’t make you any less sweet. It just makes you the total package.”

I blinked at her. She was fucking insane. If she thought I was the total package, she seriously needed to re-evaluate her standards. “Yeah. Not so much.”

“You don’t see you for what you really are.”

“I was about to say the same thing to you. You think I’m something I’m not.”

Something I’d like to be for her.

“No, I don’t.” She played with her bread, then looked up at me with those gorgeous green eyes of hers. “Austin?”

“Yeah?”

“Would you like to maybe keep in touch? You know, after.”

Hell yeah, I did. But was it for the best? I didn’t do this. And she didn’t know what she was agreeing to. She knew nothing about me. But still…

Maybe it was time she found out.

“Mackenzie.” I reached across the table and held her hand, letting myself stop the worrying for a second. “I—”

I cut myself off when my phone rang. It was lying on the table between us, face up. We both glanced at it, me to see who it was. Her probably out of habit more than anything else. The name on the front couldn’t have been any clearer.

It was Rachel.

“I’m sorry, but I’ve gotta get this.” I grabbed my phone and didn’t meet her eyes. I got out of my seat, headed for the door, and answered. “What’s up, Rach?”

“Okay, don’t be too mad, but we left Kaitlyn’s house for a party, and it’s bad, Austin. Drinking. Drugs. Sex.” She took a shuddering breath. “I didn’t know it was going to be like this, and you said to call if I ever needed you to come get me from a bad situation—no questions asked.”