Charity's Passion (3 page)

Two men climb out. Neither looks like a soldier; they look ready to go fishing, but Marker isn't exactly going to announce himself when he comes. It's going to be done with lies and deceit. He's going to come as a business man or a tourist—or a buddy going fishing. It’s going to be just like this, when we least expect it, when we don’t see it coming.

From my curled toes to the ends of my hair I'm stiff and coiled, ready to strike. I'm not worried about myself, but I will do anything to protect Justin and I know he's feeling exactly the same for me. They come in and head right for Justin while my pulse thumps and my hands ache for the gun I don't have with me.

This is how it ends, standing in a deli in our bathing suits?

Ignoring Justin, they open one of the glass doors next to him and the sounds of clinking bottles fills the area. Justin’s patience is impressive; he could have jumped at them already, gone for the kill before they made a move.

They close the door and excuse themselves as they step around him, very uninterested in him. Sometimes a couple guys going fishing is just a couple of guys going fishing, nothing more. Suddenly I’m more than grateful for his experience and calm nerves.

Justin is my life, but this is no way to live. I let myself uncoil and I see the same exhaustion in his face. Our entire relationship, all the love we have for each other, has been enveloped in turmoil. It's time for us to have some peace.

I want to marry this man. I’m going to marry him and get my
happily ever after,
and I’m going to kill whoever the fuck I have to until I get it.

The two men saunter to the counter by the register, in line behind the old man and his coffee. The old man is starting to look impatient, his wrinkled neck stretching while he searches the store for someone to come help him.

"I'll be right there," the kid making my sandwiches hollers. Apparently he's running the entire place right now and I’ve got him all tied up in the deli.

Justin comes to my side, his eyes apologizing yet again for putting us in this situation. One of his strong hand settles on my lower back where I can feel its heat seeping through my thin cover. I smile at him and lean closer while my heart finally slows back to normal.

"Soon, Warrior. This shit will be done soon and then you'll really have to be afraid."

"Why's that," I laugh.

He moves closer, his hips grinding against my ass enough that I can feel his large cock teasing me. "Because then I won't have anything to distract me from how much I love and lust you. You’re not going to be able to walk right."

"Promise?" I tease, touching his chin playfully.

Justin places a hand on my cheek and pulls my face toward his, tilting to one side so that his lips find my earlobe. “I promise,” he says before gently sucking the end of my ear into his mouth. It’s only for a moment but it’s as if his lips touch every single inch of me. After he releases my ear, he kisses my mouth quickly and pulls away with a smile. Of course, I’m feeling better now; we both are.

This little vacation was needed, for my parents and for us, but until this sick game with our lives is over, we really should stick closer to the team. We should be in a place where our backs are being watched. I can’t take many more of these moments when I’m freaking out over who’s walking in the door.

Thinking about the team and being home reminds me that I should check in with Trisha. This thing that isn’t even a thing yet with Garrett is driving her insane, and she’s very new to the whole going slow bit. I slip my phone out and text her, asking her how she is.

In the deli, the kid is finished with our sandwiches and heading around the counter to the cash register. The old man looks nearly out of his mind impatient at this point. His coffee is probably half gone already.

While we move to get in line, Trisha responds that she misses us and hopes we're having fun.
"How's Garrett?"
I ask, hoping that she hasn’t attacked him and physically damaged the man.

A moment later she responds,
"Hot as ever. I can't believe I haven't jumped on him yet."

While we wait behind the two guys in line, I show Justin the text and he laughs. We're glad they’re still taking it slow—they need to. It's also funny as hell seeing them both so frustrated. They won’t last much longer before they explode into a mess of thrown clothes and sweat.

The fishing buddies pay and leave, and a few minutes later we are walking out with the items we came for. It feels a bit warmer already, a perfect day to be in the sand under some palm trees. I can’t wait to watch Justin pull his shirt over his head.

THE SUN IS SPARKLING
off Justin's glistening body when I notice a pinch of sand stuck in the oily sunscreen spread over his arm, a few grains of white against his tanning skin. It's the perfect excuse to touch him as I brush him clean, my fingertips enjoying the firmness of his flesh. His muscles are endless. Lines of sweat run down the perfectness of his chest and ripples of his stomach, dripping around his sides. I'm totally staring at him like a giant Popsicle, wishing his bathing suit would fall off so that I can start licking him. He knows I'm doing it; he’d asked me to stop a little bit ago, but I'd laughed at him instead and that made him smile.

The slight breeze rolling across us is the only thing stopping us from completely melting in the heat as all the shadows grow long across the sand. Occasionally we can hear a car pass on the road behind the brush-covered dunes.

There haven't been too many people here all day. As promised, it's not one of the popular beaches; it's small and not easy to access. Now it's down to us and a small group of people around my parent's age that have been sharing a drink from a jug of something that looks suspiciously like margaritas. They've been funny as hell, but now their voices are carrying much louder and a couple of them look a little unsteady on their feet. I’m sure they won’t be staying much longer.

Pretty soon we’re going to be alone on a secluded beach. The tingle of my anticipation is everywhere, especially in the hot dampness between my legs where it feels more like a throbbing ache begging for satisfaction. I want his strong hands on me satisfying my hungry urges, and I’m sure he’s feeling it too. His beautiful green eyes have danced over me a few times and I saw the bulge in his bath suit twitch.

I love that he wants me like that.

Sex on a beach, such a cliché. Fuck it, I lost my virginity in the bed of a pickup truck—this is one cliché I could be proud of.

Justin smiles as if he can read my thoughts, which he probably can. He has something on his mind, I can see it in his beautiful face. "Let’s go for a swim," he orders. My inquisitive eyes question him. "I know you’re just waiting for them to leave,” he says, nodding at the others, “but we have some time before they go.” He stands up, his godlike body displayed right in front of my eyes. This is the man that I adore and that I now know I will marry soon, and my heart races. He takes my hand and lifts me to my feet on the warm sand. For an instant I curl my toes into it, enjoying the feeling before Justin begins to pull me down toward the water. While he walks barely in front of me I can see the muscles in his legs flexing and straining and I want to run my tongue along them.

Behind us the other group laughs loudly about something, their cackling sounding like sea birds. Justin continues on, ignoring them as if we are alone already.

The water is nice, not quite as warm as I'd expected, but still wonderful and refreshing. The natural beach is littered with little pebbles and some strings of seaweed. Justin's feet disappear under the surface with mine right behind. It strikes me that he looks just like a model with his gorgeous body silhouetting the water and the afternoon already turning yellow and orange reflections that appear as if they have been painted on. My flushed skin welcomes the cooling waves lapping at my knees and then my thighs as we move deeper. Justin finally releases my hand and he dives through the water, coming up cooled and wet, dripping from everywhere with my eyes taking him in. I follow his lead, dropping into the ocean and swimming to him.

“How do you look even hotter when you’re wet,” he asks seriously. “I came out here to calm myself down while we wait, and instead I want you even more.” His arms curl around me when he dips himself back into the water with me. “You are so beautiful; you make a day at the beach so mind-numbing that I’m practically insane for you right now.”

“Do you think it’s any easier for me?” I ask. “I’ve been fantasizing about you for hours. If those people don’t leave soon I’m going to kick them of the beach myself.”

Justin’s easy laugh rolls to my ear and vibrates my body while I’m cradled in his arms. Taking the advantage of my position, I kiss his strong neck, dancing my tongue along his skin, and reveling in the mix of sea salt and sweat. I move my tongue toward his ear and I can feel the throaty moan he’s trying to trap inside. Hands tighten on my flesh as we float together and I turn myself on him so his hands are free to roam over my body under water. His mouth finds mine as he slips his fingertips under my top, teasing my hardened nipple. The pads of his fingers glide along the tip of my breast and my thighs instantly react, tightening along with my clenching warrior parts. As always, he’s in control of my body, knowing exactly the reaction he’s causing. Justin’s fingers pinch my nipple and my loud moan is stifled by his searching tongue in my mouth.

I grab his chest and dig in, pressing into his muscle, squeezing it. My other hand moves under water down his body to his now fully hard cock, stroking it through his bathing suit. Justin pulls my legs around his waist so I am straddling him; his hands kneading my ass, my arms now around his neck as we kiss passionately. Suddenly the other people no longer matter. If they don’t leave soon, they might see much more than they want, or maybe exactly what they want, it doesn’t matter. All Justin and I care about at the moment is each other. One of his hands swings around my thigh, slipping under the edge of my bathing suit, finding my secret folds.

When his fingers grind into my clit, my body goes numb. I need him to hold on to me to keep me from drowning because I’m lost to the pleasure of his touch. My mouth tastes Justin’s ocean covered tongue while my hips thrust at him. In my hand I have a fistful of his wet hair. I don’t recall doing that at all, but he isn’t minding.

Finally I break his kiss. “I want you in me, Justin. I can’t wait. I want you in me right now.”

He looks behind me, checking on the group back at the beach and deciding on the situation.

“Don’t think about it,” I tell him. “They already know what we’re doing; they can’t see under the water.”

Justin lets me go for a minute, sliding his bathing suit down. I can see his hard manhood though the clear water and I’m taken by the excitement. As I yank my own bathing suit over to one side I throw my legs around him again. He grabs his cock and guides it to my opening. Several grunting thrusts later and he is in me. Justin turns my mouth back to his by grabbing my hair, his passionate lips creating a seal to mine, our salty tongues swirling around each other.

We’re not moving much, just enjoying the feel of each other’s body, trying not to be as completely obvious as we are. It’s as fulfilling as it is frustrating. My fingernails drag along his back as his lustful hands hold my hips against him tightly. My vaginal muscles convulse and spasm at will around his deep stiffness.

Minutes pass as we enjoy. All I can hear between our moans is the lapping of the water. A quiet serenity has taken over, everything in a hush for our love. We stop kissing long enough to breath and I allow my eyes to open finally and the sea has turned completely orange and gold. Not far away, three pelicans are diving for fish, finishing the last meal of the day. The sounds of their wings reaches us, and the quiet beyond that is very curious.

I turn and find an empty beach behind me. Justin and I smile wickedly at each other like two kids locked in a toy store after hours. I slide myself off his hardness and he adjust his bathing suit so we can make our way back to shore.

Without explaining himself, Justin picks up the blanket we had brought and shakes it out. He turns to me. “There,” he demands with a sharp nod of his head toward the palm trees and growth at the end of the sandy beach near the water.

I understand, and with a willing smile I lead the way. Just inside the shade of the trees, Justin spreads out our blanket across a small clearing just big enough for the blanket and the two of us. Sitting on the edge of the blanket, I pull off my suit and wait for him. Justin slides his suit down and off and stands in from of me with his perfect erectness. My eyes cannot get enough of this beautiful man; the muscles covering his tanning body, chiseled jawline and chin, below his bright green eyes, his hardness at full attention with its skin tight and red from being so engorged.

Justin lays on the blanket next to me silently with his eyes afire. An unyielding hand comes to my cheek and caresses it with his uncanny gentleness. It slides around to the back of my head and pulls our faces closer, where his lips press against mine. The moment is surreal. Our bodies are slowly drying, the shade of the trees is cooling and wonderful. The sounds of the small waves is hypnotic. Our sandy feet rub together over the edge of the blanket. It’s paradise. If I could stay right here forever I would do it.

We explore each other so softly it’s taunting and torturous, churning me into a dripping mess. My fingers run along his damp shoulder and down his chest to his nipple, enjoying its tiny hardness as Justin mirrors me, tickling his thumb across my swollen nipple, circling around its tip.