Dirty White Candy, Ultimate Vacation, Book 2 (21 page)

“Shit you not.”

“Well then we should get back up there.
 
And I promise to give Janette the benefit of the doubt.”

I gave him a quick peck, “That’s one of the things I love about you.”

John led me out of the lagoon.
 
I watched as the water ran down the ripples of his back, butt, then legs.
 
All I could think of was a million reasons for us to escape to the privacy of our room.

“You two are one hot couple.”
 
Jason said as we toweled off.
 
“You must be very popular.”

Jason was pretty damned hot himself.
 
He was nearly as big as John, with sandy blonde hair and blue eyes.
 

“Thanks, bro.
 
We’re pretty new here, so our popularity is still in question.”

“Thanks for getting the beer here.
 
Janette said it was all your doing.
 
I’ve been asking for beer for three years.
 
I’m Jason, by the way, Kayla’s husband.”

“John, and this is my girl, Candy.”
 
The two shook hands.

“I’m going to get a drink.
 
Would you like another beer?”
 
I squeezed John’s hand.
 
I could feel the tension oozing off of him.
 
Was it Jason?
 
Was he intimidated, or did Kayla put him off so bad that he didn’t want to converse with her husband?

“That’d be great.
 
Hurry back.”
 
He winked as he let go of my hand.

I didn’t really want to walk away.
 
John wasn’t a tense person, so I knew something was troubling him.

Without moving at a flat out run, I hurried over to the cabana bar and poured John a drink before grabbing my banana daiquiri.

“You must be the Candy I’ve heard so much about.”

Behind me stood what closely resembled a body builder who spent too much time in the tanning bed.

“That’s just wrong.
 
Are you airbrushed or something?”
 
I joked.

He took it as flattery.

“I’d sure love to show you.”

Don’t gag.
 
Do not gag.

“I’m sorry, you are…”
 
Thankfully, with a drink in both hands, I didn’t have to touch him.

“Scott Tremblebone.”

Tremblebone? This has to be a joke.

I stared.

“You may have seen some of my movies.
 
I’m an adult film performer.”
 
He bragged.

“Is, uh,” I cleared my throat and attempted not to laugh, “that a stage name?”
 
I tried to step around him.
 
To my dismay, he took a step so that he was back in front of me.

“I had it legally changed in the nineties.”

Big career move.
 
“Scott, my boyfriend is dying for his beer.
 
Nice to meet you.”
 
I turned to walk away from him.

He only spoke louder.
 
“I hear you have the tightest pussy in the United States.”

I spun on my heel, marched up to him until I was a half inch from his Dorito colored face.
 
“Listen fuckwad, just because I like to have sex with a very select group of people, doesn’t mean I have any desire to be within a ten yard radius of your disease infested rod.
 
Announcing the elasticity of my nether regions to an entire group of strangers will endanger the likelihood of your nuts remaining attached to your body.
 
Now, I’m generally a very sweet person, but if you can’t get the hint that I can’t get away from you fast enough, you’re clearly at the wrong resort.
 
Either way, you’re certainly at the wrong cabana.
 
Now, I’m going to take these drinks back over to my boyfriend.
 
I dare you to follow me.”

I finally took a breath in.
 
Everyone at the party had stopped talking and now stared at the scene between me and Mr. Tremblebone.

 
I straightened my posture, held my head high and stomped over to John handing him his beer.
 

“Sorry it took so long.
 
I got stopped by a Dorito in a speedo.”
 
I kissed him on his cheek.

“That was fuckin’ brilliant!” Jason shouted.

Several of the guests at Janette’s party started to applaud.
 
Apparently, I wasn’t the only one grossed out by the guy.

“Candy, I’m so sorry.
 
I did not invite that man,” Janette said, rushing over, “I thought he was a guest of someone here.
 
He was so creepy.”
 
She scowled as she watched him walk away.
 
“I’ve never seen him here before.”

“He’s a porn star and quite gross.
 
I’m so sorry for making a scene.”
 
I grabbed Janette’s hand.
 
“I hope I didn’t ruin your party.”

“Oh honey, you probably saved the party.
 
People were starting to get uneasy.
 
But you handled it better than I would have.
 
Judge or no judge, I would have assaulted his ass.”

John put his arm around me.
 
“She’s feisty!”

Janette laughed.
 
“Yes she is.
 
Okay, everyone mingle.
 
Let’s shake of the bad vibes from the asshole and continue having a good time.
 
We’ll break for dinner here in about an hour, so everyone can go make themselves look fabulous.”
 
She went back to a group of old hens that had gathered under the cabana.

William was approaching.
 
My stomach did a flop.

“Ms. Kavana, Janette speaks so highly of you.”
 
He bowed his head slightly.
 
“It was nice to see a young woman such as yourself take charge.
 
I can see the attraction.”

Not a chance, grandpa.
 
“Thank you.”

“John, this is William, a friend of Janette’s.”
 
I made introductions.

John reluctantly stuck out his hand.

“Relax son, I’m not trying to invite you back to our room.
 
We don’t come here for that anymore.
 
Plumbing isn’t what it used to be, if you know what I mean.”

I almost spit my daiquiri.

John laughed.
 
“It’s nice to meet you William.
 
I’m sorry, if I, uh…made you uncomfortable.”

“Nonsense.
 
If I was your age and thought a man my age were approaching for that purpose, I probably would have ran for the hills.
 
Nothing sexy about old saggy balls.”

I changed my mind.
 
I liked William.
 

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to chat with Candy about business.
 
If you get bored, feel free to wander around, but you’re free to stay.”

“A gentleman.
 
I thought we were extinct.”
 
John teased.
 
“I’ll hang out.
 
Candy is pretty brilliant, she actually made me a millionaire this year.”

“How so?” William asked.

“I restore and renovate old buildings in our downtown.
 
I restore all the stonework and woodwork to its former glory, then convert the buildings into green living.
 
There are green roofs on all my pieces and generally, I like to do a themed interior.
 
My trademark is to sculpt furniture into the living space so it looks like the trees outside are growing in the building as well.
 
She did a small marketing campaign and sold off all the buildings that were just sitting.
 
I hit the million dollar mark four buildings ago.”

“That’s fantastic.
 
Janette mentioned that she has a stellar reputation.”

“Thank you.
 
You guys are too much.”
 
There I was, nearly naked, in the position to talk business.
 
Could things be any more awkward?
 
Olivia, my assistant, would never believe me.

“So, Candy.
 
Francine and I have made our fortunes in the oil business, but we got out of that last year.
 
Sold off all our fields, equipment, shares and the like.
 
We are now going into our retirement very comfortably.
 
However, we lost our daughter to domestic violence a few years back.
 
We’d like to start a foundation and an advertising campaign to raise funds and awareness for domestic abuse.
 
We have plenty of money, so we’d like to make it a national campaign.
 
Would you be interested in taking on our account?”

My heart broke.
 
No parent should ever bury a child, especially due to the hands of an out of control maniac.

“Absolutely.
 
It’s a very worthy cause.
 
I’m certain that we could do it for cost, since it’s a charitable foundation.
 
Let’s exchange information before we leave.”

“No need.
 
I have Janette’s contact info.
 
I’ll get it from you when we return home.”
 
He shook my hand.
 
“I’m sure it’s going to be a pleasure doing business together.
 
Now, I’ll leave you two you love birds to mingle with folks a few generations younger than myself.”
 
He bowed his head again and started making his way toward his wife.

“Wow, you’re making business contacts hand over fist.
 
I may never see you again,” John teased.

“Come on.
 
Let’s go to our room early and spend some quiet time together before we shower and dress for dinner.”

PRIVATE PARTY

Back in our room, John suggested we shower together.
 
Standing with hot water pouring over my head, running over my body, I could feel the sting reminding me of too many hours in the sun.
 
John tilted my head back and started massaging shampoo in my hair.
 
His strong fingers felt heavenly as they massaged my scalp.

“God, you’re so beautiful,” he moaned in my ear.
 
He spun me around and rinsed my hair before gently adding conditioner.

“Your turn.”

He smiled and bent slightly at the knees so I could reach his hair.
 
John had great hair.
 
It was thick and slightly wavy.
 
I pushed him gently under the water to rinse off before rinsing my own hair.

“You know, I like the look of that built-in seat.”
 
He nibbled my ear as he hugged me from behind.

I took a seat and placed my hands on his thighs and pulled him in.
 
Looking up at him, I gave him a grin before licking him from the bottom of his shaft to the top, then finally wrapping my lips around the tip.

John wrapped his fingers in my hair, pulling it out of my face.
 
I saw his knees shake slightly as I stroked him while wrapping my tongue around the tip.

Reaching down, he grabbed my wrists and pulled me up to stand, then picked me up, resting my feet on the shower seat.
 
Facing the wall, I had nothing to grasp, so I planted my palms against the wall.

“Don’t let me fall!” I begged.

“Never,” he groaned in my ear as he guided himself into me.
 
“Dorito boy was right about one thing.
 
You do have the tightest pussy on the planet.
 
Dammit, I have such a hard time holding on with you.”
 
His arm was wrapped around my front, as he braced my hips, pulling into me.
 
I leaned my head back against his chest and closed my eyes.

We kept the pace slow at first, as John clearly didn’t want to rush.
 
He felt so wonderful, I wanted to make it last as well.
 
John’s arm slid from my waist as he moved his fingers between my legs.
 
My heart began to race.
 
Fighting to find something to grip, my hands slid against the slippery shower wall.
 
John pulled me back before my face hit the wall and spun around so I was sitting on him.