Caught in the Surf (7 page)

“I know, and believe me, I’m well aware that you’re all woman. You just looked scared there for a second.”

Lani laughed. “Should I be scared…
Kelly
?”
 

She was playing coy and sultry, but if she admitted the truth to herself, she was a bit nervous. Not scared, just…nervous. It had been a long time, and he was enormous, not just down there, but in every way.
   

He didn’t answer right away, tracing a finger up her thigh once again, this time stopping at her hip, tugging the end of the string keeping one side of her bikini bottom on. The side fell free, and his fingers slid into the crease where her bent leg met her hipbone. Lani unconsciously flexed her leg, wanting his fingers closer to her core.
 

So long. It had been so long, and now she couldn’t think of anything but more, more,
more
.
 

He left the bikini bottom tied on one side, now teasing her with his finger, dipping in between her thighs, close, close, close, but not there, not where she wanted it.
 

His mouth touched her breastbone, and his middle finger teased nearer her core, touching the smooth skin just beside her labia. “You should be a little scared,” he whispered.

“So should you,” Lani whispered back, “especially if you don’t touch me already.”

He laughed, a hot huff between her breasts, and freed the other side of her bikini bottom. She lifted up, and he tossed the negligible bit of fabric aside. Lani felt her heart stutter into a pounding crescendo as Casey pulled her up his thighs. His thickness was nestled now between the damp folds of her core, and Lani shivered all over. Casey’s eyes were on her, intent, searching, piercing.

“Not yet,” he murmured.
 

And then she was moving up and forward, and he was lying back on the bed, pulling Lani toward his face. She wasn’t sure what he had in mind until he’d tugged her onto her hands and knees with her core positioned over his mouth.
 

“Oh, god, Casey, I don’t know if—oh…
shit
.” Lani’s breath left her in a rush as his tongue lapped up her crease, tracing fire up her opening, dipping in, pressing against the sensitive, turgid nub that was her clit.
 

His hands smoothed down her spine, nails scratching here and there, palms now cupping her backside, fingers trailing downward and inward. She found her breath, only to have it stolen once more when his long, thick middle finger slid inside her, curling to rub her just right, sending spasms of intensity pulsating through her body.
 

Lani had always been a hair trigger. An orgasm had never been a problem for her. Reaching more than one was the problem. Always before, she’d come, and then that was it. No matter what else Rafe did, she was stuck, aroused but unable to cross over the edge again.

So now it didn’t surprise her when Casey’s tongue and fingers brought her spiraling over the edge almost immediately. She exploded above him, rocking her hips slightly as he tongued and fingered her. What surprised her was when he kept going, despite her obvious orgasm.

“Ride me, Lani. Ride my face, ride my fingers.”

He added a finger inside her, carefully, gently, and began to withdraw them and slide them back in. Lani whimpered as the tingling prickling flickers of fire began to wash over her, and she did what he’d suggested, rocking back and down onto him, feeling herself swell and tense and moisten.
 

She was also not a vocal person in bed. A few whimpers, some quiet moans, but that was about it. Now? Casey was drawing wanton groans from her, loud gasps, and even once something approaching an actual shriek as he teased her toward the edge for a second time. He brought her close, speeding up his tongue until she was on the burning edge of orgasm, only to slow down and shift his attention and bring her down. Then he’d bring her close like that, and then away. Again and again he did this, until she was crazed with need.
 

Finally, she could take no more. “Damn it, Kelly. Let me come! Please!”

He growled, and she remembered too late that he didn’t like his name, and she’d only meant it as a joke, but his fingers were gone and his tongue was gone and he seemed to be waiting.

She whimpered and rocked on her hips back against him. “I’m sorry, Casey. I’m sorry. I was teasing.”

“Say it again, but this time get it right.” His voice was low, threatening.

She trembled at the heat in his voice. “Please,
Casey
, make me come.”

Two fingers slid inside her and his tongue dipped in against her clit, and then she was there, falling, crying out louder than she’d ever done in her life, coming harder than she thought was possible. She collapsed forward and rolled to her side, limp, shaking, quivering with aftershocks.

She felt Casey leave the bed, cracked an eye open to watch him cross the room in a single stride, crouch and dig through a battered Army rucksack with his last name stitched on a patch. He pulled out a string of condoms from the bottom and ripped one free, set the rest on the nightstand.

Lani shivered again, this time in anticipation. Casey didn’t crawl over her, though. He lay on his side next to her, ran his palm over her belly and down her thighs, back up across her pubis. She rolled to her side, grasped his erection, and stroked him in a slow and gentle rhythm.
 

Casey flinched at her touch, then closed his eyes in pleasure. Just as his hips started to gyrate, he pulled her wrist away from him and reached for her, tugging her toward him. Lani didn’t hesitate. She slid one leg over his thighs and straddled him, palms flat against his chest. His tip probed her entrance, and Lani trembled. For the space of two heartbeats she paused, staring down into his eyes, asking herself if she had any reservations.

She found none.
 

He held her hips loosely, his breath coming in long gasps. He was absolutely still except for his breathing, waiting for her.
 

She reached between them, took him in her hand, and guided him slowly into her tight wet folds. She felt the pinch and burn of stretching muscles, and she stilled. Casey was frozen, jaw clenched, fingers tight around her hips.

“God, Lani. You’re fucking tight.”

“It’s…oh, god…” She slid him deeper inch by tantalizing inch, “…it’s been a while. And you’re hung like a fucking elephant.”

He laughed, hard and sudden, which twitched him deeper, drawing a sharp gasp from Lani as he drove in. “Sorry, sorry. You okay?”

Lani held still once more, allowing herself to acclimate to his size. The burning of stretching muscle was exquisite, just enough pain to be blissful. And then she felt his hands slide up her ribs to cup her breasts and his fingers brushed her nipples, and a gush of dampness had him sliding deeper and she was unable to hold still any longer.
 

God, he filled her. She couldn’t keep her eyes open, could barely force her body to move from the deliciously intense pleasure of his presence inside her, his huge hard body beneath her. She felt the edge approaching yet again, and he wasn’t even moving yet.
 

“Move, Casey,” she gasped.
 

“Oh, thank fuck,” he grunted.
 

Suddenly she was moving, airborne. He was standing up with her, pinning her spine against the wall. She clenched her legs around his hips, squeezing with all her strength as he lifted her up by her buttocks and lowered her slowly.
 

A single stroke, and she was flying apart. His hands left her ass and his fingers twined with hers, lifting her arms above her head. The lack of support had him driving so deep, so crazy deep she couldn’t breathe, could only rasp a whimper.

His mouth covered hers, crashing in to taste her lips briefly before descending to her breasts and nibbling on her nipples. She was lost in a storm of sensation now, the notion of a single orgasm erased as he owned her body with his.
 

He drove up, lifting her with the power of his hips, and she came. He wrapped both of her wrists in one of his hands and cupped her ass with his other, lifting her up and drawing himself nearly out, sliding slowly, dragging between her trembling folds until she moaned.

Then he released her hands and her ass, impaling her on his shaft, and she came.
 

She heard a sound, a loud, high, cry, and realized it was
her
voice. His breathing was ragged, his eyes hooded and heavy on hers as he fluttered slow, shallow thrusts, buried deep.

Then they were moving again, and he was setting her gently on the kitchen counter. The angle that this position had him inside her was…beyond exquisite. He was tilted slightly away from his body, and as he slid in slowly, she felt him hit every single nerve ending she had, sending bolts of lighting striking her from head to toe.

Her head thunked back against the cabinet, and her breath erupted from her in a loud groan. Her heels scrabbled at his back, her hands on his shoulders pulling him toward her.
 

“Watch us,” he commanded.
 

Lani opened her eyes and tilted her head forward to watch as he slid in, drew out, slow at first but faster with every stroke. Lani found the sight of his erection unexplainably erotic, stretching her folds and sliding in and pulling out, wet with their mingled essences. Her forehead touched his as they watched their lovemaking together, watched him fill her and draw out, moving faster and faster now, growing confident in his strokes.
 

The unending firecracker-string of climax worked into a crescendo, each one more powerful than the last, each stroke of his body into hers sending her higher and higher, until she realized it wasn’t orgasms breaking over her at all, but pre-detonations, quivers of buildup.
 

Casey was moving frantically now, and she was taking all of him, deep and deep and deeper, and she was panting, whimpering nonstop, chanting “yes” in time to his thrusts.

And then he slowed, pulled out nearly all the way, thrust home hard and tensed, groaning her name. Again he pulled out and powered in, and this time she felt herself come completely undone, fly apart and shatter as he released inside her.
 

He clutched her against him as they shook together. After a moment, he carried her to the bed, still joined to him, and lay back with her straddling him one more.
 

She collapsed onto him, limp, sated,
 
and more exhausted than ever before in her life.
 

“God, Casey.” She could only gasp those two words.

“You got
both
my names right, darlin’.”

She laughed, and felt him slip out of her. “I won’t deny that.”

“Good. You shouldn’t.”

“I’m not.” She traced a pattern on his shoulder with her finger, then lifted her head to meet his eyes. “Thank you, Casey.”

He wrinkled his brow. “It was beyond incredible for me, too, babe.”

She shook her head. “Not just for that, but yes, thank you for that. I’ve never come so many times or so hard in my life. I meant thank you for…everything. Bringing me here. Taking me surfing. Helping me let go.”

He grinned at her. “So you’ll stay and give surfing lessons?”

She sighed. “It just makes sense, I guess, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah, it does.” He got up, discarded the condom, and settled beside her on the bed, cigarettes and lighter in hand. He lit up, puffed out the first lungful, and then turned to her. “Besides, if you stay, we can do that again. Except maybe on the beach. Or in my plane. Or…anywhere.”

Lani rested her head on his shoulder and smiled. “Sounds good to me.”

*
 
*
 
*

“NO! Carl, damn it, you’re too far forward on the board!” Lani covered her eyes as Carl wiped out for literally the fiftieth time in less than an hour.

Casey chuckled behind her. “He’ll never learn. He just ain’t coordinated enough.”

She shook her head, knowing he was right, but also knowing she had to keep trying, since he’d paid for a week’s worth of lessons up front. She turned to look over her shoulder. Casey was sitting on a blanket, filling out LLC papers for SkyTours Incorporated. She’d been living on Seeker’s Island for over six months by that point, in a little beach house with Casey for two of those months. The sun shifted from behind a cloud and glinted off the half-carat diamond on her ring finger. He’d proposed a month ago, and she realized she really was ready to go forward with it. She’d agreed at the time because she’d been happy and excited, but later had had some reservations, wondering if it was too soon.
 

Now, watching him scribble with his tongue tip sticking out of the corner of his lips, she realized how much she did want to be his, legally and otherwise. There was only one thing that would make life on Seeker’s Island complete, but she didn’t think there was a chance of that.
 

Just then, a seaplane roared past, twisting out over the ocean and returning in a landing descent. Casey had lured his friend Henry Sykes out to fly tours with him, except he’d left a week ago and hadn’t returned.
 

“Henry’s back?” she asked.
 

Casey just grunted, but she could tell by the set of his shoulders that he was feigning disinterest. The seaplane floated to a stop, and the door opened. A flip-flop-clad foot extended, touched the float, and then the whole body appeared, leaping from the cabin directly into the water.

Lani squealed. “Makani!”
 

Her friend and mentor smiled, shading his eyes with his hand as he slogged through the hip-deep water. He was a short, thick, middle-aged, deeply tanned Hawaiian man with a long black ponytail, shirtless and wearing board shorts. Lani ran across the sand and threw herself into Makani’s embrace.
 

“You’re here! How—why are you here?” She was breathless with joy.

He grinned and hugged her tightly, then let go. “I think Hawaii has enough surfboards now, yeah? I think this Seeker’s Island needs a few now. Plus, I also hear my favorite surfer girl, she found the right man for her. I never liked that Rafael
lolo
. Glad you shut of him. This the guy?”