G-Men: The Series (148 page)

I had never seen Ronnie in such a frenzied state to please me as she was at this moment. She scooted down, placing her hands around the base of my cock, lowering her mouth onto it. Her tongue swirled around the girth of it as she took the full length, moving her mouth up and down, sucking, licking and totally fucking me with her mouth, moaning my name over and over again.

My hands found her breasts, fondling them as my hips moved to her rhythm, totally fucking blown away by the intensity of the head I was getting from my wife. She was devouring me; our moans mixed together, echoing beneath the stars.

And then I saw him.

Cain.

Fucking Cain in the shadows of the shuttered Tiki bar.

Watching us.

Had she known that all along? Was she trying to prove something to him? Or to herself?

My hand fisted her hair as her mouth continued the pleasurable assault on my cock.

“I want to fuck you now, baby,” I rasped. “And I want you to tell me how fucking good it is.”

I saw a flicker of understanding pass through her eyes as they met mine. Yeah. She fucking knew he was there. This wasn’t about proving anything to herself. In that second, I knew this was about showing him that he didn’t stand a fucking chance.

She smiled at me and nodded. I braced my hands on each of her hips, raising her up and slowly lowering her onto my swollen cock. She moaned her pleasure as I filled her with myself.

She arched her back; I could feel the tips of her long hair brushing against my legs. She began moving her hips in a slow, undulating rhythm, moaning my name, telling me how much she loved my cock and how it made her feel.

I arched my back, thrusting into her with more force as she continued to mewl and ride my cock. I knew he was watching; she knew he was watching and, to be honest, it made our fucking that much more erotic. I’m not sure why, other than the fact that we both knew that no matter what, we belonged together, physically and emotionally.

It might have been the fact that we were re-affirming our love and passion for one another in a very primal way, with a witness watching. Each and every stroke, thrust and verbal utterance of the pleasure that passed between the two of us was a testimony of our love and commitment to one another. He was close enough to hear our words and smell the scent of our perfect coupling under the stars this now quiet and solemn night.

“I’m coming, baby,” Ronnie said, breathlessly. “Oh God, Colin I love you so fucking much!” I increased the rhythm of my thrusting; she continued writhing on top of me, until we both reveled in the climax that consumed us. We were oblivious to anything other than us at this moment, and the connection that melded us together with a hot and fiery vortex of pure pleasure.

As our climaxes wound down, she collapsed against me, her lips once again finding mine as we kissed and licked and totally melted together as one.

“I love you, baby,” I whispered, stroking the damp locks of hair that clung to her neck.

“I love you right back, Colin. No one else ever, just you.”

On the sixth day of vacay, my truly love gave to me: Affirmation of our total love and commitment to one another, along with some killer sex…

^{chapter 7}

On the seventh day of vacay…

~ Lindsey ~

Aruba. We had docked in Aruba late last night. I had been so excited for morning to arrive because I was dying to do some exploring. Taz had teased me earlier that the only exploring I wanted to do was from shop to shop. So not true.

I had looked through some of the travel guides on the ship and had found information about a natural pool that was located in a remote area just a little northwest of Dos Playa. Jo Anna, the ship’s event planner had recommended Taz and I sign up for one of the small guided tours conducted using ATV’s, due to the rough terrain along the way, but the whole point was for Taz and I to have some alone time, so I asked Jo Anna to see if she could book us a car rental instead.

I mean after seven days with pretty much hanging with the same people, my nerves were a bit on edge. I craved just being able to go off with Taz for an afternoon of hiking, snorkeling and taking a nude dip in the natural pool if we wanted. I told him I wanted to hunt for sea turtles, which were becoming very rare in this area. Of course, he had made some comment about me being too much of a girly-girl to actually have the nerve to touch one, but we’d see wouldn’t we?

Since the New Year’s Eve party, there had been some subtle and not-so-subtle changes in the group’s dynamics. Colin and Ronnie seemed closer than ever; Darcy and Easton had quarreled (naturally) but had made up, so of course I had been given a blow-by-blow dissertation on their fantastic make-up sex. Cain and Eli weren’t speaking at all, and avoided being in the same room together. Mom and Slate had pretty much gotten past the whole New Year’s Eve thing, but Taz wouldn’t let up on the teasing, which pissed Slate off.

Yes. I had decided some distance from the rest of the group was exactly what we needed, now that we’d docked in Aruba.

I had a packed picnic basket, blanket, our snorkeling gear and towels. I had worn my swimsuit underneath my clothes and instructed Taz to do the same, which was met with an eye roll, so I finally asked him what the hell his problem was.

“They got some bowl games on today, babe,” he admitted sheepishly. “I mean Slate, Eli and me were going to go to the bowl party in the sports lounge and watch them on satellite T.V.”

“I see,” I replied curtly, picking up my handbag. “So, I guess what you’re basically saying is that I’m on my own here in beautiful, tropical Aruba because you prefer to watch freaking football. Is that about the size of it, Taz?”

He shuffled his weight from one foot to the other. “Well, babe, I do have some money riding on this game. And you know, you really didn’t run all this shit by me before you went ahead on your own and planned it all out.”

“Ohh,” I chided, “I totally get it now, Taz. You’d prefer not to spend some alone time with me today because you’ve placed bets on football games and the outcome hinges on you being right there to watch it, correct?”

“Lindsey,” he said, his voice now taking on a stern edge, “this is my fucking vacation, too. You are more than welcome to join us for the bowl games. Spending time together doesn’t
always
have to be about doing what you want to do, right? Now, I’ve been a
damn
good sport about everything else during this cruise, doing everything you wanted, haven’t I?”

I didn’t answer him, rooting through my bag as if I were searching for something.

“Haven’t I?” he repeated, annunciating the words even more clearly.

“Whatever,” I said, dismissively.

“Yeah,” he snapped, “you know I fucking have. Well sorry, sweetheart. This time you don’t get your way. I’m watching football and that’s the end of this discussion. If you want to go off in a snit about it, that’s your fucking prerogative, babe.”

“Fine,” I said, testily. “I’ll see if Mom wants to go, since apparently, Slate’s blowing her off today as well.”

I grabbed my stuff and left our suite, slamming the door on my way out. I practically mowed Cain over in the corridor.

“Whoa,” he said, backing up a bit so we didn’t collide. “What’s your hurry, Lindsey? I’m pretty sure the beach isn’t going anywhere soon,” he teased.

“Sorry, Cain,” I replied, trying to smile. “I wasn’t actually going to the beach. Had plans to take a trek up north a bit to explore the natural pool and do some snorkeling.”

“Sounds like fun,” he replied a bit wistfully.

“Yeah, I thought so too, but apparently Taz has plans to watch football all afternoon.”

“I’ll go with you, if you don’t want to go alone,” he offered with a shrug.

“Seriously? You wouldn’t mind missing the football games?”

He rolled his eyes, taking the backpack from me. “In case you haven’t noticed, I’m sort of on my own right now. There’s no way I’m spending the day near Eli.”

We headed down the corridor towards the staircase to the lower deck. “I actually had noticed,” I replied softly. “I mean it’s kind of hard
not
to notice, but it’s your business. I don’t intend to pry, but I mean if you
want
to talk about it, then you should know that I’m a great listener. Darcy has given me all kinds of practice at that,” I giggled.

I got a smile out of him with that one. “I really don’t want to talk about it, but I promise you I won’t be a downer all afternoon. I’d kind of love to explore those rock formations around there anyway.”

“Oh, so you’re familiar with it?”

“I probably saw the same pamphlets as you. I’ve been spending a lot of time reading,” he chuckled. “So, let’s do it.”

“Fantastic,” I replied. “I’ve got a rental jeep booked for the whole afternoon.”

I had Cain drive the jeep because it was a stick-shift, for one thing, and I was pretty rusty, plus the terrain was every bit as rough and rocky as Jo Anna had said. He was pretty good at avoiding ruts and boulders along the dirt road leading to the natural pool.

Once we arrived, we hiked a distance, marveling at some of the beautiful rock formations created as a result of its volcanic heritage. It was in stark contrast to the white, sandy beaches we had left, but it held a beauty all its own.

We found the natural pool which was great for snorkeling, though it wasn’t as large as I had imagined. Cain and I snorkeled for nearly an hour, finding beautiful shells and sea creatures that I’d only seen in books or on television before.

A tour group of about ten people joined us after we’d been there for about an hour. They stopped and talked to us while we were eating our picnic lunch, giving us directions to the natural bridge and some gold mill ruins that were not far off the main road.

It turned out to be a pleasant trip and I was glad Cain had come along with me. As we finished our lunch, he stretched out on the blanket, letting the sun dry off his wet shorts.

I busied myself with packing up the leftovers and shaking out my towel.

“Lindsey,” he said, “I kind of would like to talk, if you’re really serious about being a good listener. I don’t know, I guess there’s something about you that has a calming effect on me. You don’t seem like you’re judgmental or anything. You just seem real and genuine. I like that.”

I sat down on the blanket next to him, cross-legged. Letting the sun hit my face and warm it. “I’d be happy to listen, Cain,” I replied. “And you’re right, I don’t judge. I have things in my past that aren’t pretty, so I know I wouldn’t want anyone to judge me on that. So, feel free to tell me anything you’re comfortable with sharing. It really helps sometimes just to talk about it. I may not have answers, but I sure will listen.”

“Thanks,” he said, with a soft smile gracing his lips. “Here goes.”

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