Deep Blue Hold (Deep Blue Series) (6 page)

“She is bi-sexual, or least she us
ed to be before she got married,” Ian says like I should have known this just by looking at her.

“Oh
.”

“Does that make you uncomfortable?”

“No, I’m not a prude.  It makes sense now though, she was pretty touchy feely with me last night.” Thinking back to what I could remember last night, she did hug me a lot.  

“Yeah, I noticed that too.”
Ian raises his eyebrows at me, which I respond to with an eye roll.  “So she had nothing to do with the way you attacked me last night?”  He teases.

“That
, my love, had nothing to do with Miry and everything to do with you,” I tell him stepping away from him as he lets out one of his low animal growls. 

Ian dresses as I watch lying in bed. He is all business in a very expensive suit.  Not seeing him in a suit since the board room meeting, I had forgotten just how much I liked him all dressed up.

“You need to quit looking at
me with those sex eyes baby, because I’m about ready to rip this suit off and I really need to go into the office so I can get home to you.” Ian moans as I lay there twirling a strand of hair around my finger enjoying the view.

“Sorry baby, I can’t help it
. You’re just too fine not to look at.” I roll to my stomach, propping myself up on my elbows kicking my feet in the air.

“Fuck……Aubrey
, what you do to me,” he groans coming over to the bed. I roll onto my back so he can kiss me goodbye.  “When I get home I want you to be just like this, in my shirt and all,” he orders, placing his hands on the bed at my sides he leans in for a kiss.  I breathe in his smell and return his expert kiss.

“I love you,” h
e mumbles as he bites my bottom lip before standing up to leave.  As he walks away I hear him murmuring about how it’s going to be the longest day of his life. 

I shower and find some breakfast before I head down the beach path to Sam and Miry’s.  My phone beeps at me letting me know I have a text.

I miss you so very much and can’t wait
to be home with you baby. Love you, Ian

I smile at myself and respond

On my way to Miry's, might have to explore to see if I have lesbian tendencies. Love you too.  Aubrey

It takes about two seconds for him to respond.

When I said your mine and no one touches you, that you're MY girl, that also implied to women! And IF something like that ever does happen, just so you know, I WILL be there to watch!!!!!

  I
laugh out loud at his response, and reply with only a smiley face.

I of course have no lesbian tendencies, never even experimented in college like a lot of girls do.  I am 100 % straight
, but it is fun to tease Ian with it. Just like every man on earth, they all fantasize about two women together.

Miry and I spend the afternoon chatting it up by the pool.  She is a drinker having made a pitcher of margaritas by 2:00.  We lounge on the beach chairs sipping our frosty drinks. I have on a large sun hat and have applied my usual 50 spf, hearing my mother’s voice in my head as I do. If I didn’t, I would burn to a crisp in this North Carolina sun. 

Miry
fills my glass again with some slushy margarita as I slather on some more spf.

“So that’s the secret
of your flawless skin, huh,” she says picking up the tube of sun block, staring at it like it’s a foreign object.  With her dark skin she’s probably never used it in her life.

“The joys of being a ginger,
without a strong spf I would be a lobster right now.”

“Well I do have to say
, you have the prettiest skin I’ve ever seen on a woman,” she winks at me as she pays me the compliment.  As if on cue, my phone beeps again.  I laugh out loud at the text. “What is it?” Miry’s head pops over to see the message on my phone.

Just making
sure you girls still have your clothes on
.

She reads the text from Ian and
throws her head back in a deep laugh.  Pulling out her phone, she quickly types out a text and sends it.  Very pleased with herself, she shows me her phone.

Ian, Aubrey can’t come to the phone right now.  She’s tied to my bed spread eagle for me
. 

I know my cheeks have to be flushed right now, and even though I think it’s hilarious
, I am very impressed with Miry.  She is so open with her sexuality.

“Ok
ay, you do know he is probably on his way here right now,” I tell her laughing as I hand her phone back to her.

“Yeah, and I love it.  I love that he is so in love with you
. The change in him is refreshing. Aubrey, he seems whole now, and that is one hell of a compliment.” She nods making her point as she takes a drink. I don’t know for sure what to make of it, Ian is always so put together I can’t imagine what was so different before me.  I decide to let it go. Miry’s phone beeps.

Miry
I love you girl, but just a warning SHE’S MINE!!!!!!

“See, most guys would be panting at the thought of their girl with another girl
, but he is so head over heels he……” she points at her phone like she can’t believe it. 

After about three margaritas, and four hours in the sun, I decide I need to get back. Miry says we’ll go dress shopping for the wedding, that it is a very formal black tie affair. We don’t need much of reason to go shopping after all. 

I walk back to Ian’s house
and hop into the shower to wash of the layers of sun block. I throw on his t-shirt and wait in bed for him just like he requested.  He had sent me a text saying he would be home around 6:00, noticing it's about 6:05 now, I expect him any second.

“Yes
baby, you are a beautiful sight,” I hear him say as he walks into the bedroom shrugging off his suit jacket and ripping at his tie.  I kneel on the edge of the bed, working hastily on the buttons of his shirt. 

“I’ve missed you
,” I coo at him, kissing his neck with a little lick.  He grabs my face and is kissing me like it is the last time we will ever kiss again.  It is slow, passionate, and oh so sexy.  He is such a good kisser, every time feels like the first time with him.  I run my hands around his back, cupping his firm ass through his trousers. 

“Oh God
baby, I have thought of nothing else besides you all day,” he groans into my mouth, and makes fast work of unbuckling his belt to remove his trousers.  His erection bulging through is boxer briefs.  I reach down and cup him, his body shudders at my touch.  I crawl off the bed and Ian wraps his hands at the hem of his shirt that is on me, pulling it over my head, my arms in the air helping him.

I start kissin
g his chest, moving down to his wash board abs I splay my fingers on his hips kissing him through is boxers. I feel his cock twitch against my lips.  I pull his boxers down and he springs free.  He steps out of his underwear as I wrap my lips around the bell of his cock.  I take him into my mouth relaxing my throat to take him as deep as I can. 

“Damn baby
,” Ian groans wrapping his hands in my hair as I slowly guide him in and out of my mouth.  I feel the ridges of his veins against my tongue and cup his balls with one hand.  I grab his tight ass with the other and glance up at him through my lashes. 

“Aubrey baby
, I'm going to come,” he yells his voice deep, low, and sexy as hell as he comes in my mouth.  The hot thick liquid shoots to the back of my throat. I run my tongue around the tip again, his body jerking from the sensitivity of his post orgasm.  I suck and swallow making sure I have every last drop before I let him go. Looking up at him with a smile, I lick my lips.

Chapter 7

Ian

Is she for real? I look down at my beautiful girl who is licking my come off of me for the second time in 24 hours. It only makes me hard again. 

My day was hell.
I really didn’t get anything accomplished, especially after the text from Miry.  I obviously knew she was kidding, but then I had the picture of Aubrey tied up spread eagle in my head.  Even though the thought of watching her with Miry was kind of hot, I can’t imagine seeing my girl naked and not being the one touching her, the one making her come.  The idea of anyone, even a woman, making Aubrey come drives me mad.  That is my job, and it will be for as long as I live. 

I had showed the text to Sam who then decided he was going to leave early.
I knew Aubrey had already left because she had texted me to tell me she was home and waiting.  That's when I left.  Piles of paperwork were on my desk that needed reading and signed.  They were just going to have to wait another day.  Today was the first day in a month that I had been away from Aubrey for more than an hour. I wasn’t sure if it was physically possible for me to be away from her and function. 

I reach for her
, grabbing her hands to help her off her knees. I stare into her beautiful green eyes. “I love you so much I don’t even know how I can love anything more,” I tell her and she smiles, the sweetest sight to me. I lay her on the bed and make love to her; sweet, sweet love to my girl. 

The next few days are much the same. I spend the day at work doing the stuff I can’t take home and return to Aubrey where I ravish her like I hadn’t seen her in months.  She cooks for me, and damn if my girl can cook
.  Like I’ve said, I’m not sure if she is real or not
. 

Uncle T
roy's wedding is tomorrow night. Although I'm happy for him that he is marrying the girl of his dreams, I'm not that fond of the girl he has chosen.  She's a stuck up little bitch.  Her father is a Supreme Court Judge, and she has had everything handed to her on a silver platter her whole life. Amy is her name and I truly believe she is only marrying Troy for his wealth.  She is determined to keep her lifestyle the same.  I tried to talk to Troy about it before, but he's in love.  It ended up in a fight, so for the sake of keeping the peace, I keep my mouth shut.

I am not looking forward to this wedding.  It's very formal, the wedding party is supposed to stay together partaking in every old fashion tradition.  It wouldn't be so bad except for the bridesmaid I'm to be paired with is Chelsea Hampton.  I dated her a few times, she being Amy's best friend.  We even went on a few double dates.  She was a gorgeous woman, but shallow, all about appearances. She was obsessed with me for a while, the only thing that comes to mind to explain it is fatal attraction, rabbit boiling fatal attraction.

I haven't told Aubrey about her yet,
hoping I wouldn't really need to.  I'm sure her being one of the best friends of the bride that it is no coincident that she is my pair for the night.  That means a formal slow dance with her. I also have to sit with her all night, which leaves Aubrey with Sam and Miry for the evening.  I'd had hoped to god that Chelsea had moved on, but by the text I received from her that morning I knew I was in for a bumpy night.  Her text read:

Ian, can't wait to reconnect tomorrow night and BTW I won't be wearing panties if you want to relive our first date ;)
. 

I texted her back:

No thanks

Hoping my blunt rudeness would get the message across, I received no text back so only time would tell.

Standing in my tux
I watch as Aubrey comes out of the bedroom. I have to roll my tongue off the floor.  She is wearing a full length silk light green dress that makes her eyes sparkle.  There's a slit in the side that goes all the way up to her upper thigh.  It is a halter top style that cascades over her cleavage showing the swell of her breasts.  The back is open all the way to the small of her back. I'm not sure how it is staying in place. 

"Holy shit, baby
," I'm staring.  Her hair is swept to the side and is flowing over one shoulder.  She does a turn for me, and I see the nape of her neck all the way down to just above her ass is showing with that beautiful flawless creamy skin.

"Umm yeah, does that have a jacket or
something?"  I'm not kidding, I'm deadly serious.  I am not going to be by her side most of the night and I really don't want anyone seeing her in that dress.  One of my light pink marks on her breast is showing, which tells me that this dress reveals way too much.

"No there's no jacket
," she barks, "don't you like it?"

"I love it, I just don't want anyone else loving it.  I think you need to change, and what I mean by that is yes you need to change."
I'm dead serious. Except all she does is rolls her eyes at me. 

"You look extremely handsome in that tux
, baby." She saunters over to me grasping the lapel of my tux, leaning in for me to kiss her cheek.  She smells as good as she looks. I'm trying to work out in my head how the hell I am going to make it through the night. How the hell I'm not going to knock-out every man that looks at her.