Rebound (11 page)

Susan kissed his
neck, and his ear, biting his earlobe, marveling at how every time
she touched him, licked or bit him, he’d fuck her harder. And the
way his body felt under her touch, so warm and thick. How his
glistening skin slipped beneath her fingers, and his hard, lean
muscles contracted and heaved with his efforts.

She fell back against
the grass and gasped, pressing her hand to his chest to feel his
heart beating, pounding hard and strong, ever so fast against the
palm of her hand. She realized he was staring at her, looking
deeply into her eyes, his so dark she almost didn’t recognize him.
But it was Kevin inside her, Kevin looking down at her, Kevin all
along. How hadn’t she seen him for who he really was?

The very best
man.

Something rippled
through her, gentle at first, and then pulsing, and it coursed
through her veins with hellish fire. Was she coming? No, this was
not an orgasm. Susan had had plenty of orgasms before. Little
moments of vanilla satisfaction, that tingly sensation that spreads
through your body for a few moments as you calm down again.

This wasn’t that.

What she was feeling
was almost painful. What she was feeling made every muscle in her
body convulse, made her sex clamp down hard on him, made every pore
of her flesh sizzle. Her heart was beating so hard she was sure she
was having a heart attack.

Was she going to die,
right there, while Kevin was making love to her?

She shook her head at
that last part. She hadn’t meant to phrase it like that. Not even
in her head.

Then it hit
her, as a wave of hot bliss swallowed her whole, and Kevin groaned
and jerked as he came. She
was
having an
orgasm...the wicked-hot-hellish mother of all orgasms!

Kevin writhed on top
of her, each movement of his hips into her eliciting more jerking,
more moaning, and more hot, searing breath against her skin as he
dug his face into her sensitive neck, and kissed her there as his
body slowed and finally lay still on top of her.

Oh
my God
, Susan thought as she
kept clutching him to her. The feeling of bliss, of complete
satisfaction that glowed from every cell in her body, took her
breath away. She felt so happy, so alive, so beautiful. She wanted
to feel like this forever.

Kevin slowly pulled
himself out of her, making her cringe and jerk as she felt suddenly
empty. Still amazingly good, but she’d been so fulfilled with him
in her, that his sudden absence made her feel like part of her was
missing.

Kevin rolled over on
his back and sighed. “I don’t know about you, but that was...” He
stopped talking and stared up at the brilliant, cloudless azure
sky.

Susan knew exactly
what he wasn’t saying. It was amazing. The very best sex, the most
incredible moment of her life. And he had given it to her. Her
Kevin. The only man who had never let her down, even now.

She moved toward him
and drew herself against him, wrapping her arm over his ribs,
resting her head against his chest, feeling his soft, smooth,
sweat-coated flesh against her cheek. He breathed in, deeply, then
let it out in a sigh. She was pretty sure it had been the best sex
of his life too.

Chapter 7

I
can’t
believe
it
, Kevin thought as Susan
dozed in his arms.
It sucked!

Not that sex with
Susan had been bad. On the contrary, it was amazing, explosive,
he’d had to really concentrate not to just come the instant he’d
entered her. He’d wanted her for so long, had had so many
fantasies, so many pornographic machinations. He’d had to think
about work: about Baroque archways and Roman columns, about the
acoustics of the wooden theaters of Europe, about the facade of the
theater he was working on. And only had six more months to
finish.

He didn’t even know
if he was going to make the move he’d been planning.

But Susan was in his
arms, naked, writhing beneath him, kissing him like he was her only
sustenance. He ended up losing the fight, losing himself in her, in
her body, in her lips, how she’d tasted, the way she felt wrapped
around him. How he felt inside her. Like he hadn’t lived before
this moment and was just waking up from being asleep his entire
life.

And as he came, and
she’d been convulsing against him in her own rapturous orgasm, he
knew it wouldn’t be enough. Being her friend would never be enough.
Even if he were her “friend with benefits,” it would never be
enough. He had had her, made her tremble, made her call out his
name in blind passion, had lost his very soul in making love to her
and loving her. But she would never love him. Not like that. No
matter how many times he did this to her, no matter how much he
would love her, she would always see him as just her friend.

As he slid out of
her, his heart pulled apart as he left her embrace, and he knew he
had to leave as soon as Liz got there. He had to escape before he
lost his mind. But until he left he couldn’t just lock her in her
room, tied to the bed...at least, not alone.

Susan sighed and
kissed his chest, right over his racing breaking heart, her lips
soft and moist.

He shook his
head and called himself stupid. This would be his one and only
chance to really be with her, to be her man, to be her
lover--that’s what he’d wanted all these years, so he should enjoy
it while he could.
Quit complaining!
He’d be
up to his ears in hellish misery soon enough.

* * * *

Susan was pulling her
tank top over her fancy, sexy bra, and Kevin, still shirtless, was
just pulling his shorts up over his gorgeous rump, when a group of
children stumbled into the clearing. All about six years old, all
holding hands, dragging along a rather rumpled looking older man in
a tropical print shirt. His legs stuck out the bottom of his shorts
like scrawny, chalk white chicken wings.

“Oh, dear...” he
said, giving them both a keen once over. “I guess we’ve lost
another virgin to the drop.”

The children giggled,
not really knowing what the old man was talking about, but children
usually knew funny when they heard it--or in Susan and Kevin’s
case, saw it.

Kevin hastily zipped
up his kakis and pulled his shirt over his head.

She didn’t want him
to cover up yet, she wasn’t done. And she’d already started making
plans, libidinous, sweaty plans--there could be whipped cream
involved...or maybe just that king sized bed in her room.

“Come, children,” the
old man said as he led them past Susan and Kevin, out into the
clearing to look at the view. “From this spot you can see seventy
different varieties of flowers and more than twenty species of
trees.”

“And two architects
copulating,” Susan whispered to Kevin as she followed him back into
the jungle. To her surprise, he didn’t laugh. She was sure that
would’ve been right up his alley. But he just walked, holding her
hand, guiding her silently through the dense jungle. Susan was too
preoccupied with trying not to trip or fall to say anything more,
but after they found the trail and she could see the beach through
the lush palm trees, she grabbed Kevin’s arm and made him stop.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He didn’t
really look at her, more over her head than anything else. She
nudged him in the stomach with her fist, and he still wouldn’t meet
her gaze. “Really, I’m fine.”

“Why don’t I believe
you?”

When Kevin finally
looked down at her, his expression was exasperated. His irritation
seemed to melt, revealing more affection than she’d ever seen in
anyone’s eyes.

The thought
that slipped in and out of her mind was a dangerous one. It was the
kind of thought that ended lives, or at least messed up good sex
lives. And no matter how Kevin might be feeling, or how she
might,
might
feel, she had only just discovered
this part of Kevin. And it was new and exciting, and
heart-stoppingly beautiful--and she was feeling selfish and wasn’t
about to muck it up with all that mushy love stuff.

For the third time
that day, Susan had to shake that word out of her head. Why was it
popping into her head like that? What Kevin and she had had was
great sex. Amazing, life altering, reality-bending sex. And that
was what she needed! That’s what she wanted. Anything else was just
too much to deal with right then.

Right?

But how she felt with
him inside her, how she felt as she held fast to him...what was all
that?

“Shut up,” she
muttered under her breath.

Susan shook off her
own thoughts, and the look Kevin was giving her, and started back
up the beach the way she’d come, pulling Kevin behind her. She had
to smile at the sudden reversal in roles. Just yesterday he’d
dragged her down the beach, kicking and screaming, toward the sky
and glorious freedom. And she had been powerless to stop him.

He really was
all hers, wasn’t he? If only temporarily. But what did
temporarily
really mean?

That she’d go on to
someone else...

Naturally.

That he’d go on to
someone else.

Susan didn’t have a
comeback for that one. She just kept marching down the beach, her
mind trying to wrap itself around the possibility of Kevin being
with someone else. It made her chest hurt, and made her head go all
fuzzy, not to mention the cold chill that ran down her spine.

Kevin
,
find someone
else?

Naturally.

When they got
back to the hotel, Susan steered them through the throngs of
vacationers, past the bikini bunnies frolicking by the
pool--
put some
clothes on!
--through the
lobby, and straight to their room. The instant the door closed
behind Kevin, she kissed him, pinning him hard against the door,
her hands already pulling at his t-shirt, tugging it over his head,
and diving back into him, kissing him so hard, so ardently, that
she lost her breath.

Kevin didn’t say
anything. For a few moments she didn’t think he was all there. It
seemed he was lost in thought, and even though his body was
responding, and she could feel how hard he was getting, he just
wasn’t connecting with her.

So she bit his lip,
hard.

Snapping out of his
stupor, Kevin groaned and pushed her away by the shoulders, staring
at her with a mix of anger and heat.

* * * *

Kevin could
taste blood.
What
the fuck?
She’d bit him. And
now she was looking at him with those big green eyes, filled to the
brim with longing. Which was a hell of a lot better than having
them filled with tears. And though he’d seen them filled with
laughter and joy, seeing them charged with lust, for however short
a time they had, was best by far.

He could watch her
looking at him like that for the rest of his life.

He took it all in,
memorizing every minute detail: the way her eyes sparkled, how her
full, pink lips pouted, how her curly blond hair had frizzed out in
wild angles--she was beautiful.

Kevin suddenly
realized they were back at the hotel, in the room, and that he was
half naked, and hard, and they were about to have sex again.

He gulped.

Was he up for that?
Could he do it again without losing his mind…without dying?

Susan pulled her tank
top over her head, and then pulled her bra open, suddenly naked,
suddenly wanting him again, and so close that he wouldn’t have to
reach far to snag her.

It was better than
thinking about it. He moved to her, picking her up and wrapping her
legs around his hips, kissing her deeply as he carried her to the
bedroom.

And it was better. He
forgot about everything: his heart, his soul, how much he would
miss and pine for her. Instead Kevin lay her on the bed, pulling
the rest of his clothes off, the rest of hers, and went about
making her cry out his name again, making her do all those things
she’d done in that clearing, all over again.

* * * *

Kevin had lost all
track or sense of time. They’d moved from the bed, to the shower,
back to the bed, and into the kitchen, where Susan found some
Reddi-wip and chocolate sauce, and went about making Kevin into a
dessert. And he didn’t mind. Her licking and biting at his flesh
made him want her all the more. It was a controllable feeling. But
when she drizzled the chocolate sauce over his manhood, and a cool
line of the whipped cream--and leaned down and licked and sucked it
off--Kevin lost it.

She had a new trick,
but so did he.

* * * *

Susan gasped when
Kevin swung her around and bent her over the kitchen counter. She
felt his fingers first, searching out her sex and probing, one then
two digits. He entered her, wrapping his arms around her as he
slipped hard and fast into her, moving in and out with increasing
speed as his strong, warm hands gripped and squeezed her
breasts.

Susan didn’t like
this position. She couldn’t see him, couldn’t touch him, and she
felt suspiciously like a piece of meat skewered on the end of a
stick.

She couldn’t do it
like that. She squirmed, yet couldn’t get free from the hold he had
on her. Couldn’t believe how impaled she was on him. He bit at her
ear, and then slowly moved his mouth down the side of her neck,
slithering his tongue against her sensitive flesh, until he was
kissing and then sucking and then biting the back of her neck.