No Strings (Broken Strings) (5 page)

He’d dressed in a pair of stone coloured Marc Jacobs cargo
shorts and striped crew neck t-shirt by D&G that rippled tightly against
his hidden washboard stomach, and broad shoulders.  Grey had a regular gym
routine that he followed each morning meticulously before heading to the office
that kept his body trim, but while, on holiday, he relaxed that routine to just
swimming for a half-hour in the pool or sea.

Grey arranged for a basket of Italian meats, antipasti,
olives, breads, and a bottle of his favourite white wine to be prepared by his
cook, and a blanket to lie upon the rocks.  Adam and Hayden were to keep out of
sight in the villa grounds under strict instructions not to disturb them on the
beach; he wanted to alleviate any discomfort Indi might feel over being
scrutinised by his “people” over lunch. 

He’d lain out some of the basket contents and blanket a few
minutes before she was due.  He was pacing up and down outside the gate from
her villa gardens that lead onto her part of the beach when she emerged a
couple of minutes past 12.30.  His heart had actually been in his mouth the
whole time as he’d started to panic that she’d been scared off by his
forwardness.

His eyes swept over her body appreciatively, she was wearing
a sheer grey tunic cover up with a wide boat neckline, cap sleeves, and a
drawstring drop waist, beneath it, a black patterned bikini.  It was
understated but effective in design, showing off her slender arms and legs and
her body to its full advantage while remaining conservative in its skin
covering for a lunch date.

“Hello Grey.”  Indi said, her voice breathy and soft that
caused his hands to become clammy as she moved to kiss him lightly on the
cheek, instinct overtook propriety as his hands automatically moved to either
side of her waist so he could draw her body delicately against his.

Standing a full five inches above her, his sense of smell
was inundated with the sweet, flowery aroma that lingered around her, and he
briefly closed his eyes as it allowed the memory of it sink into his mind.

He need not have worried as Indi enjoyed the closeness of
his clinch.  She met his blushing expression with a demure smile, “Hi yourself."

His silver-blue eyes sparkled as his mouth widened into a
grin of relief.  “I hope you’re hungry.”  He gestured to the blanket and food
basket awaiting them a few yards away on the rocks.

“I’m ravenous.”  She replied.

Indi followed him over to the blanket, and settled onto the
covered rocks, her flip-flop feet dangling down into the sand.  He placed the
basket in front of them, so they could sit side by side.

Taking her hand in his, Grey decided to face the situation
and talk to her about his wishes for the remainder of their time on the island.
"I thought we could talk about my proposition before we eat if that is
okay with you?”

"Of course," She answered meeting his glance.

"I know we have just met, but you were just aware of
the connection between us last night as I.” His voice was barely audible as his
nerve started to waiver.  “I cannot promise you anything beyond this holiday
because my life is complicated, but I would really like to spend what time we
have here together.”

She was silent for what seemed like forever to Grey. He
experienced a dreadful sinking feeling that he was going to find out what
rejection felt like.

"I cannot deny I feel it too, but I can’t help finding
this all fairly crazy.”

“Haven’t you ever just done something on a whim for the
sheer enjoyment?”

“Yes but that was before – “

“Before what?” Grey sensed this had to do with whatever had
caused her initial apprehension towards him on that first day.

“I would rather not say – something from my past.”

“I am not planning on hurting you if that is what worries
you. Just want to enjoy your company as much as possible before I have head
back to reality. Is that so wrong?” He tried to reassure her.

Indi blushed. “No, there isn’t”

“Would it help if we laid some ground rules, so there is no
misunderstanding later?” This was something he had planned to ask for anyway. 
He wanted an understanding that they would enjoy what Sicily had to offer them,
but apart from any generic snippets of his life already in, the public domain
he didn’t want to talk about his life back home.  It wasn’t that he didn’t want
to share it with her, but he didn’t want her to ask any probing questions that
might unearth his intention to marry someone else as soon as he got back.

“Perhaps.” She tilted her head.

It didn’t take him long to convince her into accepting his
idea.

“Does that mean I get to kiss you finally?”  He turned fully
to face her. A glimpse of unconcealed desire hinted on his features, but he
didn’t lean inward to test the question.

“Maybe, if you allowed me to eat some of the food first.”  A
teasing glint came in her eye as she resolved to put any lingering doubts out
of her mind, now that she’d given him a positive answer. 

He laughed.  “I think I can manage to wait for five more
minutes, to allow you something to eat, but I’m not sure I could resist you
beyond that.”  A serious, determined look had come back over his face as he
reached up to touch her cheek and experience the feel of her soft skin against
the back of his hand.  “I promise you that I’ll do everything to make sure you
never regret this.”

“I appreciate the sentiment.  Let’s eat,” Indi smiled,
leaned in toward him and kissed his lips gently, catching him by surprise, but
then pulling away again before he’d enough time to gather her in his arms and
deepen the kiss, as would have been his intention now she’d initiated the first
move.

It didn’t take them long to devour the light lunch, and
enjoy the refreshing wine he selected.  Their conversation between bites flowed
easily as they discussed her music aspirations.  As they had been eating with
their hands, Indi took the opportunity to clean the remainder of crumbs from
her hands in the nearby pool of seawater.

“So are you going to show me some of your work now?”  She
gestured to the large closed sketchpad resting on the blanket nearby.

He nodded shyly.  “I will if, in return, you will allow me
to draw you.”

“What, today?” 

“Yes. What could be a more dramatic backdrop to a gorgeous
woman than the sandy coastline we’re sitting on right now?  Especially with the
colours of the Mediterranean foliage added into the palette.”

“Okay.”  She agreed with an edge of reluctance.

“Since it’s still rather hot, maybe we should start with
some with your top on, and avoid too much exposure until it’s cooled down, then
move on some bikini ones under the covered terrace.”

Indi reddened but did as he requested.

For the next couple of hours, they sat chatting casually,
debating their differing viewpoints on various subjects while he tried to
concentrate on creating a true likeness of her face and body on the heavyweight
paper within the sketchbook.  Once he was finally happy with the progress he’d
made, he suggested they moved up to the hammock area of her villa, bringing the
remaining lunch and wine with them.

He convinced her to remove her beach cover-up, and to pose
lying in one of the double hammocks in the shaded terrace area of her villa. 
She seems to be more relaxed as they moved onto their second glass of wine.

As Indi removed the dark top over her head, Grey’s eyes were
on stalks as the bikini was revealed for the first time.  He drank in her long
shapely bronze legs that drifted into side ties of the bikini bottoms, narrow waist,
a jewel piercing in her navel, and two generous mounds of soft flesh covered by
a halter neck styled top.
 
He certainly would enjoy burying his face in those
he couldn’t help but think.

Despite her small ribcage, there were more than two handfuls
there just begging to be caressed.  He let out a sharp breath, trying to curb
his ardor as he felt her iridescent green orbs staring up at him from the
hammock as she settled down into a reclined position as he requested.

“Comfortable?”  He asked, trying to keep the strangled
breath as he recovered his power of speech. 

“Think so.”  She smiled back, oblivious to the effect she
was had on him.

His lack of concentration made it take him over an hour to
complete the piece to his approval, twice as long as it usually took.  In
addition, he’d spent an extra twenty minutes going over, and adding and erasing
strokes before he allowed himself to put the pencils down.  As he fought to
keep his focus on the precision of strokes, the conversation has lapsed to a
comfortable silence, allowing Indi to doze off into a light sleep as the
soothing swinging momentum of the hammock lulled her into total relaxation. 

Grey took his time placing his art supplies together before
moving closer to the hammock to rouse her softly from her snooze.  Before he
attempted to wake her, he allowed his eyes to rest on her red, plump lips that
were slightly ajar glistening with moisture as she ran her tongue gently over
them.  Her long mass of chocolate caramel curls was fanned around her face in a
becoming dishevelled arrangement that continued to discompose his restrained
stance.  Nervous that he’d been watching her sleep for quite a while, he placed
a hand lightly on her arm and spoke her name gently. He would have been
mortified if she’d opened her eyes to find him standing over her, leering at
her before he’d a chance to wake her. 

“Mmm.”  A slight moan escaped her throat as his touch and
voice stirred her from her slumber. They both blushed as she opened her eyes
and found him staring down to her. “Did I fall asleep?”

“You did, briefly.”  Grey replied as he continued to try to
resist the urge to run his hand through her loose curls, as she looked back at
him all soft and vulnerable, amongst the hammock and pillows she was leaning
back on.

“Oh, I’m sorry…” 

“Don’t be, it was probably boring posing for me for so
long.”  He winked at her, and a grin spread over his mouth, dimples on full
display
.

“I hope I didn’t ruin your sketch?”  She asked tried to ease
her way out of the hammock.

“No, you were perfect.  I doubt you could take an awful
photo, or similar.”  He complimented, moving closer to the hammock as he saw Indi
struggling to get out of the hammock.  Without giving it a second thought, he
placed one strong arm around her waist, and the other under her legs, and
lifted her effortlessly.

She slid her arms around his neck and snuggled up against
his chest as the bare skin around her ribcage was brushed with his fingers in a
caress. 

Hearing a sharp intake of his own breath, Indi lifted her
head shyly to look up at his face.  He could not conceal the evident desire she
evoked in him, the blue iris of his eyes mixed up with flecks of black as his
pupils fully dilated with emotion. His lips touched hers soft at first, but
developed into a harder impression as the urgency built. 

No words were spoken as Grey lifted his head from her
slightly bruised lips and moved, from their standing position, to continue
carrying her over to the sunken lounge area inside the villa.  He laid her back
on the long, soft cushioned four-seater sofa, before continuing to trail light
kisses all over her face, behind her ear and down her neck as her repeated
gasps of delight and wandering hands caressing his back through the t-shirt he
still wore, encouraged him on. 

Leaning back, he met her gaze. “Sure?”

“Very.” Her voice low.

He moved his lips back to her collarbone before burying his
face between the luscious breasts he had been fantasising about for days. His
tongue slide in between her cleavage in a downward motion as he continued his
body’s descent down to her navel while his tongue never losing contact with her
skin. As his body moved downwards, his hands remained on her breasts, pushing
them together in a teasing motion causing the rough material of the bikini top
to rub on her nipples.

He continued onwards until his was level with her bikini
bottoms, pulling at the flimsy bow at the side that was holding them in place
they fell away from her body, revealing just the tiniest strip of trimmed hair
he had seen.

Looking up at her, Grey let out a groan. “You are fucking
perfect,” he mumbled as he buried his face between her apex, eager to taste the
sweetness that glistened from her arousal.  She was already wet and ready for
what he had planned. But what did he actually have planned? To fuck her for a
few weeks, pretend it didn’t mean anything then marry a bitch he loathed and
forget all about their time together here. No, he knew he was going to have to
go through with his plan of bringing his father down in spite of the distaste
that left him with. He needed to focus on family loyalty to his siblings rather
than his father.

Shaking the deep ache that such a line of thought produced
from his head as quickly as it came, he moved his tongue into the folds,
finding her pulsating clit, his lips clamping down on it and sucking hard while
he inserted two fingers within her entrance, preparing her for his rock hard
length. 

Bringing her to a shuddering climax in record time even for
him, Indi looked dazed, almost drugged with pleasure as she screamed for him to
do it again.

Smiling, Grey obliged. He liked his women well groomed,
responsive and begging for more; all of which she certainly was.

“Which one is your bedroom?” He questioned, straightening up
after making her come for a second time.

“The second door.” Her raspy voice answered as he lifted her
up from the sofa and into his strong embrace.  Carrying her to where she had
indicated, he threw open the door before placing her beside the bed.

Standing in front of her, in one fluid movement his hand had
loosened the bikini top at her back and neck, so that too fell away from her
flawless body.