Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (11 page)

“I travel a lot,” he said.

“That doesn’t really answer my question.”
 
Shit, that sounded like an interrogation
.

“No, no, I guess it doesn’t.
 
I travel around, take cruises, flights, vacations and then I write about it.”

My jaw dropped.
 
I never, not in a million years, pegged this guy as a writer.
 
His English was terrible and he didn’t seem refined at all.

“Yeah, you judged a book by its cover, didn’t you?”
 
He laughed.
 
“Happens a lot, which is exactly why the company hired me.
 
No one would guess in a million years that I was a critic.
 
The more casual I am, the more people loosen up around me.
 
While I may talk like a hick, I have a masters in journalism.”

“I need a smoke.
 
I’ll be on the balcony,” I said trying to excuse myself.

“We’ll join you,” John said standing.
 

“I thought you’d never ask.”
 
Dan punched me lightly in the arm.

“You really need to learn how to treat a lady.
 
A smack on the ass is way better than a punch in the arm.”
 
John teased, smacking me right in the bum.

“I’m in trouble now!”
 
I laughed as I grabbed my drink and my purse off the counter.

John’s balcony was slightly larger than mine, offering a nice space for the three of us without being crowded.

“John says you’re takin’ him on vacation.
 
‘Bout time someone got him to go.
 
So where you headed?”

“The keys, a resort.
 
It looks nice.”

“What resort?
 
I’ve been there a dozen times.”

John and I shot each other looks.

“I’m not looking for a recommendation, buddy.
 
She’s already got the reservations made and paid for.”

Dan started to laugh.
 
“So the swingers’ resort then?”

I nearly choked.

“No judgy stuff here.
 
Whatever floats your boat.
 
I’ve been there.
 
The accommodations are nice.
 
I’m sure you two will be very happy—very tired—but very happy.”
 
He snickered.

“I’m sure you had fun,” John teased.

“Hell yeah I did.
 
But I had to pay a girl to go with me, since I was an imposter and whatnot.
 
It was the best payin’ gig I’ve had so far.
 
Food there is out of this world.
 
It’s a true resort, big privacy walls so no one can see folks runnin’ around naked, fuckin’ and whatnot.
 
You’ll like it.”
 
Dan’s face was dead serious.
 
He was giving us his opinion on the premises and not asking a ton of personal questions.
 
It was all business.

“Hellova price tag on that place though.
 
Job must pay good, huh?”

“I do fine.”
 
I smiled.

“Must be good at it too.
 
If you got a business card in that bag of yours, I’d like it.
 
I can probably send some business your way.”
 

Part of me worried that this was somehow inappropriate.
 
But John shook his head up and down at me, so I reached in my purse and handed Dan a card.

“Thank you, that’s very thoughtful.”

“Hell, I know this firm.
 
You do get paid well.”
 
Dan nodded at me again.
 
His entire demeanor had changed once we talked business.
 
It wasn’t the same guy at all.

Dan looked at his watch.
 
“Well kids, it’s getting close to time for me to get to the airport.
 
You two have a great night.
 
Candy, thank you for letting me interrupt.
 
I’m not in town all the time and haven’t seen my good friend in a very long time.”

“It was no problem, really.
 
Now get out so I can take my pants off!”
 
I teased.

“Yes ma’am!”
 
He laughed.
 
He gave John a big hug and let himself out.

“He’s an interesting character,” I said.

“A goddamned chameleon.
 
The guy you saw when he got here, that’s Dan.
 
The guy he changed into when he started talking business, that guy is a stranger.
 
But I’ll tell you this, somehow, he’s very well connected and he liked you a lot or he would not have asked for your card.”

“I’m not going to get any weird calls from him, am I?”

“No, he’s never hit on any of my girls.
 
Not really.
 
He says inappropriate things sometimes, but he never tries anything.
 
I had one girlfriend try to sleep with him and he called me right away.
 
I trust him.”
 
He gazed at the floor, deep in thought as if remembering the pain betrayal still lingered.

“So, I’m going to go put your shirt back on.
 
How about you take your shirt off and make some popcorn.”
 
I winked, hoping to lighten the mood.

“Sounds like an excellent idea!
 
Do you like a little butter or a lot?”

“A lot.”

“Done!”
 
A smile back on his face, he turned and headed for the kitchen after smacking my ass.
 
I sprinted away toward the bedroom to change.
 
By the time I got naked and got his shirt on, I could already smell the popcorn.

“You won’t think I’m gay if we watch another romantic comedy will you?” he asked when I walked back in the room.

“What? No!”
 
I laughed.
 
“Pretty sure I can tell you’re not gay.”

“Good.”
 
He carried the large bowl into the living room resuming his former seat, patting the area between his legs.

I was all too eager to resume our position on the couch.
 
Using my laptop I quickly selected a movie and took my place between his legs. John handed me a cold soda and put the bowl of popcorn on my stomach and began helping himself, happily retrieving pieces that fell in my shirt.

He began feeding me popcorn.
 
I did not miss the opportunity to brush my tongue on his fingers, licking the salt and butter from them.
 
The bulge pressing against my back told me I was achieving my goal.

“Damn, woman!” he growled in my ear.
 
He grabbed the bowl off of me and put it on the coffee table, then put his hand inside my shirt.
 
“You look so hot in my clothes.
 
How is that possible?”

“I don’t know,” I said as I turned my head to face him, “I think they look better on you.”

He planted a firm kiss on my lips while he gently squeezed my breast.
 
His other hand smoothed its way down my stomach resting between my legs.

“You taste better than popcorn,” I cooed.

John scooted us down further on the couch and unbuttoned the shirt I was wearing.
 
His hands ravaged my body, groping and squeezing every inch he could reach.
 
His warmth felt so good against my cool skin, warm fingers gracing my erect nipples.

“I have to be inside you,” he groaned in my ear.

In one quick movement, he lifted me and lowered his pants.
 
He eased me onto his stomach and using my hand, I guided him into me.

Immediately I gasped.
 
John always felt so good inside me.
 
My body was inflamed instantly at his touch.
 
My heart raced.
 
Laying with my back on him was a difficult position to maneuver in, I couldn’t move the way I wanted.

“Just relax and let me do the work.”
 
Grasping my hips, he thrust himself into me, retreated and did it again.
 
The frustration building inside me was overwhelming.
 
I wanted to rock my hips, or push back.
 
I could do nothing but lay there, legs wide open and let him control the pace and depth of our love making.
 
It felt tremendous yet frustrating.

I rolled off of John, unwilling to relinquish control any longer and climbed on top of him.
 
Our kiss was fierce, his lips grinding into mine, tongues intertwined as we both fought for air.
 
I wasted no time putting him inside me and throwing myself back onto him.
 
I quickened the pace like my life depended on it.

“Candy, damn!”
 
John was holding onto my hips for dear life.

“Oh…god…I…” I couldn’t manage to complete a thought.
 
My heart was pounding so hard I could hear it in my ears.
 
John’s hands were squeezing my hips so hard they felt as if they would break, yet I couldn’t stop.
 
It hit in a wave, as my body clamped down around him.

My orgasm triggered his.
 
He let out a deep groan and released his grip on my hips.

“I can’t move,” I whined.

“Then don’t.
 
I got you.”
 
He kissed my forehead.

PLAY TIME

I must have dozed off on John’s chest from the post-orgasmic bliss.
 
When I sat up, there was a deep red mark from my head on his chest.

“I’m sorry,” I said.
 

“Don’t be, it was nice having you there.
 
You were only out for a few minutes.”
 
He brushed my hair back from my face.
 
“Let’s take a bath.”

I stood up and rubbed my eyes.
 
“That sounds nice.”

“Relax, I’ll go get it started.”

I picked up the dishes and carried them into the kitchen.
 
The rising sun was pouring in the balcony doors, lighting John’s apartment a bright shade of orange.
 
I sighed.
 
My sleep schedule was such a mess now I would have to go to bed in the afternoon, just to be able to sleep before work.

There was no point in sulking, I had a fabulous weekend with the hottest and most romantic men I had ever met.
 
His words were still swirling around in my head.
 
He wanted me to move in with him.
 
We’d been dating a few months, and he was still behind me having my sexual escapades.
 
Moving in together now just seemed too soon.
 
What on earth would I do if it didn’t work out and I had rented out my home?

“Bath’s ready,” John said walking up behind me.
 
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed the back of my head.
 
“Are you?”

“I sure am.”

The ledge along the tub was filled with burning candles.
 
The tub was filled with bubbles nearly spilling over the top.
 
I knew as soon as we climbed in, there would be a mess on the floor.

“John, the tub is too full.
 
As soon as we get in…”

“There’s overflow drains at the top.
 
I might have put too much of the bubble stuff in.
 
I turned on the jets and well.. there’s like three feet of bubbles on top of the water now.”

I started laughing.
 
It helped that he wasn’t perfect, even if he were damn near close.
 
Shrugging my shoulders, I pulled off his shirt I was wearing and climbed in the tub slowly.
 
The bubbles were now standing a good foot over the top of the tub.

“Here goes nothing!”
 
He laughed as he climbed in behind me.

“We are completely enveloped in bubbles.
 
I can’t see anything but bubbles.”
 
It must have been the fatigue because I was overwhelmed by giggles.