Indulge (7 page)

Beau has already stripped me of my panties, and I came braless, so I’m completely bare when the dress comes off with the exception of the fuck-me pumps. Those stay on.

Beau pushes my breasts together and presses his face into the center of them, moving his head back and forth. His facial scruff is scratchy but feels good. “These tits . . . they’re magnificent.”

He sucks them briefly before moving his mouth upward to kiss my neck. Always an enormous turn-on for me.

I love foreplay, but I’m ready to have Beau Emerson inside me. I rise on my knees and grasp the tip of his rock-hard cock so I can guide it to my entrance. I slide the tip through my slick center before slowly sinking down. He groans loudly after he’s deep inside.

I wrap my arms around his shoulders and move up and down, sliding him almost completely out before lowering myself down again. I ride him slowly. Deliberately. I want to make this last for as long as possible.

“This feels so fucking good, but I really need to be in control.”

His hands grasp my hips and we roll so I’m on my back. Again. He uses his legs to push mine apart and positions his erection against the very wet center between my legs. He bites his bottom lip and shakes his head as he groans, “Peach, I’m about to fuck you so hard. You have no idea.”

He drives into me with one smooth motion—hard, just like he promised. He warned me but I was not expecting this kind of power behind his thrust. The noise forced from me sounds something like a cross between a gasp and moan.

He pulls back with deliberate leisure. It feels like he’s going to slide out completely, but then he thrusts into me again with even more domination.

I’m surprised when he reaches for my feet and brings them over his shoulders so he can get deeper inside me. His pace is slow, but every stroke is deliberate. And, oh so powerful. This man wasn’t kidding when he said he was going to fuck me hard. And I’m loving it.

His fingertips find my most sensitive area. He’s going to try to make me come a third time instead of concentrating solely on his own orgasm. Incredible. I’ve
never
been with a man who cared if I came the first time.

“Is that good for you?”

“Very.” It’s crazy good. I have no idea how he’s managing this maneuver, but the combination of him rubbing my clit while he’s thrusting in and out of me is amazing.

“I’m about to come again.” The words are barely out before the muscular contractions deep within my pelvis begin squeezing around Beau’s cock.

He pulls my legs down from his shoulders and thrusts as deep as his body will allow.

“I feel it, Peach. Ride it out. Come all around me.” Beau shudders and groans as he drives into me the last few times.

I’m fully satiated and relaxed. A euphoria I’ve never experienced is spreading from the center of my body toward my limbs. Bliss.

Beau sinks over me, his body relaxing between my legs. Wait for it. Wait for it. He’ll pull out and get up to redress at any minute. Probably dismiss me back to my room.

Doesn’t happen.

He remains inside me while softly tracing his fingertips up and down my arms. It feels . . . intimate. And unexpected.

I wish I knew what he is thinking right now.

He nuzzles the side of my neck with his facial scruff. “I like the way that feels.”

His hand finds its way between my legs to cup my groin. “Mmm . . . I like the way that feels.”

Beau has a crude edge about him. And I like it.

Plump lips kiss the side of my face. “Turn with me.”

He pulls out and we roll so his front is to my back.
Spooning.

His arm drapes over me and finds my hand, lacing our fingers. “Will you tell your friends about our arrangement for the week?”

“Of course. I’d never keep something like that from Meredith and Grayson.”

“You don’t anticipate them giving you shit about it, do you?”

Hmm . . . I’m not really sure after the conversation we had this morning. “I guess we’ll see.”

Beau brings my hand to his mouth for a kiss. “Spend the night with me.”

Whoa. Wasn’t expecting that. “I don’t have any of my stuff.”

“You don’t need a thing tonight.”

“Staying means I’ll have to do the walk of shame in the morning.” I hate that. It’s so embarrassing.

“Shame doesn’t exist at Indulge.” He kisses my shoulder. “Please stay.”

I don’t guess there’s any harm in staying over; we’ve already had sex. “All right, if it’s what you want.”

He kisses my back this time. “You won’t regret it.”

His cock rubs my ass cheek. “I need to get rid of this.”

Beau climbs over me and walks naked across the living room into the bathroom. He’s right. Shame doesn’t exist here; I feel none as I ogle his naked body.
Damn, he’s hot.

I’m stretched on my side when he returns. I scoot back as far as I can, giving him as much room as possible to lie beside me.

He grasps my hands and pulls. “Come. Let’s go to the bed. It’ll be much more comfortable.”

I’m staying. Might as well get comfortable. “Sure.”

I climb into Beau’s bed and tuck the sheet under my arms only to have him yank it away. “I didn’t bring you in here so you could cover yourself. I want full access to these.”

I reach over and yank the sheet down to his knees. “Fine. But what’s good for the goose is good for the gander so I want full access to that.”

“Gladly. I grant you all the access you want.”

I settle into the mountain of pillows behind my head and look up at the mirror above the bed. That should be interesting later on.

“I’m thinking of renting a Jeep for the week so we can leave the resort to explore beyond the walls of Indulge.”

This man. He’s amazing. “I would love that.”

Anna James, this is the start of something good, but let’s get this straight right now. It’s just sex. Don’t forget that. No hearts involved.

“The things we could do this week are endless. Swim with dolphins. Go cliff jumping. Rafting. Visit the mineral springs or luminous lagoon. Some of those would require a little driving, but there’s also the local stuff like reggae clubs and bars, some with karaoke if that’s your thing.”

I’m dependent on him to fund these things. He should pick. “What do you want to do?”

“I already have what I want for the week so you get to choose our activities.”

Beau came to Indulge for its hedonistic atmosphere, yet he’s willing to leave it behind to spend time with me outside its parameters. “You’re kind and considerate. Thank you.”

“You make me want to do nice things for you, Peach.”

Peach
. I adore his nickname for me.

I inch closer and kiss his chest. “And that makes me want to do nice things for you.”

He rises and covers my body with his. “Want to work on the second of ninety-nine ways?”

I giggle when his reference sinks in. “Yeah. You have some catching up to do.”

P
ing
! I wake to the alert of a new text message from Meredith.

Beau and I never made final plans for today, and I don’t know if meeting Mere and G for breakfast will work. He may have made other arrangements.

I lie on my back and look at the mirror mounted above the bed. Damn. Watching the things Beau did between my legs last night was sexy but the view this morning isn’t so great. I’m a hot mess.

I finger comb the rat’s nest on the top of my head and smile when I recall how it got there.

Beau was right. I don’t regret saying yes. This is going to be the best week of my life.

Last night’s beer is making my breath taste like ass. I badly need a toothbrush. And a shower; I smell like sex, lots of it.

Beau is sleeping peacefully. I hate to wake him, but I need to know our agenda for the day so I can respond to Meredith.

“Beau-re-gard.” He doesn’t stir so I slowly repeat my new nickname for him. It takes a third time to rouse him.

He smiles the moment he sees me. “Mornin’, Peach.”

He stretches and his hand goes straight for my ass, grabbing a handful. He drags me close and kisses my neck when I turn my face away. “Aren’t you a beautiful sight to wake to?”

“I doubt that, judging by the reflection I see above.”

“Wrong. You look lovely.” He runs his hand over the top of my hair. “And very well fucked.”

Indeed, I have been. And it’s a first.

“Meredith asked me to breakfast. I need to know our plan for today so I can respond.”

“We can do breakfast with your friends before leaving the resort. I’d love to meet them if you’re open to that.”

“I had planned on telling them about our arrangement over breakfast. Sure you want to be there? I’m certain they’ll drill you about your intentions toward me.” It might be awkward so I’m giving him an out.

“I can handle whatever they dish.”

“Okay. I’ll let them know you’re coming so they aren’t completely shocked.”

I respond to Mere’s text.

Ping
!

U spent the nite w/ him!!??

I thumb a reply.

Ping
!

Swoosh!

I type out
He gives me butterflies
but delete it before hitting send.

“They’ll be okay with me crashing breakfast?”

I have no idea. “Absolutely.”

Meredith and Grayson are protective of me. They have been since my mom and Willa moved away. In a way, they are my family.

They promised my mom and sister they would watch over me, and they’ve been true to their word. A little too true. Their concern borders on annoying since Drake fucked me over.

I move to sit on the edge of the bed and realize how sore my inner thighs are. Damn, Beau had me in positions I’ve not been in for a while. Or maybe never.

“Want me to come back here when I’m finished getting ready so we can walk over together?”

His hand snakes around my waist. He kisses the dip in my lower back and my body instantly erupts with goosebumps. “Yes, but I think you can stay for a few more minutes.”

He wants to have morning sex. I’d be all for that if we had time but it’s already seven. I have to walk to my room, get ready, and walk back. “We’ll never make it on time if I don’t leave now. It takes a while to tame this mop on my head.”

He twirls one of my locks around his finger. “You have beautiful hair.”

“Sometimes I wonder if it’s worth the time I spend on maintenance. Everything about it takes forever. Washing. Drying. Curling.”

“It’s worth it ’cause it’s sexy as hell.” I’m happy he thinks so.

“We should probably decide now what we’re doing today so I’ll know what to wear and what to do with this.” I point to the top of my head. No way I’m spending an hour curling this stuff if we’re riding around in the Jeep with the top off.

“I told you, Peach. Your choice.”

I don’t even have to think about it. “Swim with dolphins.”

“Done.”

Swimming with dolphins makes the top ten on my bucket list. But it’s something I’ve always imagined doing with my husband, not a man I met days ago.

I go in search of my dress still lying on the living room floor.

“You have a great ass. Reminds me of a juicy peach I want to bite into.”

“I believe I recall an incident very similar to that last night.”

He chuckles loudly. “Sweetest Georgia peach I've ever tasted.”

I slip into my panties and dress while he watches from the other room. “I’ll be back at a quarter ’til. Wear something bulletproof.”

“That bad, huh?”

“No.” I don't know. Maybe. Guess we’ll see.

M
eredith and Grayson
seem genuinely pleased to meet Beau. I think they may even like him. That’s certainly a one-eighty from their feelings about Drake.

Even if it’s only for a week, it will be nice to have a companion who isn’t constantly preaching to me how I have no business hanging out with sexual deviants like Meredith and Grayson. Such a fucking mistake to tell Drake about their relationship.

“What have you two have been up to?” Meredith can hardly contain her excitement.

I can’t recall the name of the dance club we went to so I look to Beau for help. “Which club did we go to?”

“Debauchery.”

Meredith snaps her fingers and slowly rolls her wrist. “Bow chicka bow wow.”

Sounds like the anthem for a bad porn movie but there’s a reason for that kind of response. Meredith has to know what’s upstairs.

“Beau took me to his booth in the private couples lounge.” I think I may be blushing.

“I’ve heard about it but never been. Too rich for our blood.” Mere shoves my arm. “Damn, girl. I’m jealous.”

“It was . . . fun.” That’s not the right word. Erotic is a better fit.

Meredith lifts one brow. “I bet it was.”

I’m certain Meredith wants all the deets but we can have that conversation when the boys aren’t around.

I’m not really sure how to broach the subject of my agreement with Beau so I’m just going to throw it out there. “We’ve enjoyed each another’s company thus far, and we’ve made the decision to spend the week together instead of us both being alone.”

Meredith is all for this. I see it in her smile. “I think that’s a wonderful idea. No one should be alone at Indulge.”

She winks at me and I have an epiphany.
Beotch
knew this would happen. That’s why she brought me.

I’ll need to thank her later.

I’m so giddy about today I can hardly stand it. “Beau’s taking me to swim with dolphins.” I squee like a little girl.

Meredith beams at Beau. “You have no idea how badly she’s always wanted to do that.”

With the worry of our announcement out of the way, the rest of our dining experience is pleasant. Turns out that Beau, Meredith, and Grayson know a lot of the same people. Some from Indulge, others from back home. Makes for some interesting conversation.

Meredith hugs me when we part ways. “Glad you came now?”

“I am. Thank you for bringing me.”

“Happy to.”

Meredith glances over at Beau and Grayson. They’re in deep conversation about something. “I can see why you like him.”

“I know. He’s a nice guy, and we talk like we’ve known one another forever.”

“I have a good feeling about him.”

A good feeling about what? That he won’t turn out to be a serial killer? “What do you mean?”

“He lives forty minutes from you. If things go well, maybe you can continue your relationship at home.”

“He may not want that.” And I won’t either if he goes home and starts another threesome.

“You don’t know that he doesn’t. Maybe he’s open to a one-on-one.”

How many times has Meredith told me monogamy is the death of a relationship? Countless. “I’m not sure a man who has practiced polyamory for as long as Beau could be satisfied with one woman.”

“He was looking pretty satisfied just now.”

He certainly seemed satisfied last night.

“We’ve fucked a few times. I still qualify as a new toy.” Those words sting a little as they leave my mouth.

“I guess we’ll see.” We sure will.

Beau and Grayson come over, interrupting our girly chitchat. “I know it seems early to hit the road but we have to catch a taxi to the car rental place and then drive about an hour and a half.”

Perfect. I’ll get to sightsee on the way there and back.

Grayson shakes Beau’s hand. “Take care of our girl.”

He sounds like a father passing his firstborn off to a boy for the first time.

“Absolutely, man.”

Mere hugs me. “Have a great time and drive carefully.”

We luck out at the car rental center and get their last Jeep. Very little would suck more than getting stuck with a mommy mobile in Jamaica, so I’m ecstatic since I really wanted something without a top.

We drive along the coast to reach our destination in Ocho Rios. White sand. Blue water as far as the eye can see. The drive is breathtaking, but it’s hot without the top on the Jeep. I take off my shoes and put my feet on the dash so the wind can blow up my dress. And it does, exposing me all the way up to my bikini bottoms.

Beau puts his hand on my thigh. “You better watch it, Peach, or I’ll be running this thing off the road trying to catch another peek at what’s under that dress.”

“I might let you have more than a peek tonight. If you’re a good boy today, maybe you’ll get to touch it.”

“Ahh, Peach. You can’t say things like that when it’s going to be at least seven hours before I get you back to the resort.”

“Then I guess you’ll spend all day thinking about it.” I love teasing him.

“Which means I’ll be hard all day without a bit of relief in sight.”

“Then you should think about something else. Maybe a granny in rollers wearing knee-highs under her zippered housecoat.”

“Nope. I have a fetish for old ladies.”

I’m sure he’s kidding, I hope, but I’m curious about any real fetishes or tastes he may have. “I know last night probably wasn’t what you’re used to.” I consider not finishing my thought but decide to go for it. Curiosity and desire for validation exceed my fear. “But it was really good for me.”

I hate second-guessing my sex appeal and ability to please Beau. It’s because of what Drake did to me. But I can’t help myself.
How does a woman not question everything about herself after she’s betrayed by the person she thought she couldn’t live without?

He squeezes my leg. “It was great for me, too.”

I want to believe him. “Was it really?”

He briefly takes his eyes from the road to look at me. “Why are you asking me that?”

“Because you’re accustomed to kinkier sex than what we had last night.”

“I like the kind of sex we had. I mostly like that I, alone, was enough to please you. Just me.”

Did Erin make Beau feel like he wasn’t enough? If so, that couldn’t be further from the truth, and I’m going to spend this week proving that to him.

I’m still curious to know his tastes. “Is there anything special you like?”

“During sex?”

“Yeah. Is there any kind of kink you want to try on me?” He’s grinning so I know there’s something on his mind. “Don’t be afraid to ask. I’m vanilla but not a total prude. The worst thing I could do is say no.”

“I don’t know. I wouldn’t want to scare you.”

I lean over and run my hand up the leg of his shorts. “I think I can persuade you to tell me.”

“What I think is you can keep doing that and I’ll be convinced to pull this Jeep over to a secluded area to fuck you.”

“Temp-ting,” I tease. Very tempting indeed.

“Might take you up on that when we drive back.”

A girl can hope. “I dare you.”

He puts his hand over mine. “Do you like anal?”

I had a sneakin’ suspicion that’s what was on his mind. “Don’t know. Never tried it.”

“It’s really good.”

Yeah. I suppose it is for the man. But what about the poor woman getting something shoved in her ass? It’s hard for me to think that could feel great.

“If you’re willing to try it, I’d love to be your first.” I bet.

I’ve heard good and bad about that so I don’t know. I’d prefer to talk it over with Meredith before agreeing or declining. Although I’m not sure she’s the best person to ask. I already know she’s a huge fan. “Not sure. Let me think about it.”

“Sure. But keep this in mind when making your decision. I promise I’ll never do anything to hurt you, angel.”

Angel?
Maybe an angel with a hint of bitch.

Beau Emerson is complex, generous, and sexy-as-hell. He showed me what Drake and I had been missing: fervid passion. My body has been craving what Beau provided.

But what about next week when I’m back at home? He only promised me this week. Will I be able to walk away and go back to my role of dumped ex-wife? Will my heart allow that? He says he’ll never do anything to hurt me, but does that count for my body
and my heart?

W
e complete
our thirty-minute demonstration, and we’re ready to go into the water with Esmerelda and Seraphina, the two resident dolphins for our swim experience.

Our instructor, Karen, enters the water first. I lower myself in behind her, using the dock ladder, and Beau follows next. We bob up and down in our life jackets, waiting for our second instructor, Jonathan, to cue the dolphins. I’m shaking from the excitement.

“Are you guys here on your honeymoon?”

“Sure are,” Beau answers before I can reply. He grabs my hand and brings it to his mouth for a kiss. “Been married to this beautiful woman for three days.” What is this feeling running through me? I have no idea. And I’m scared to try to identify it.

“How much longer will you be in Jamaica?”

“We have seven more glorious days here together.” Beau’s so convincing he’s almost fooling me. But I guess lying is a better alternative to the real story.