Strong Reflection: Book 2 of the Dark Series Trilogy (13 page)

Kyle threateningly narrowed his eyes at Jack, “Don’t even let on to Ashley that you heard her.  First, she’d die of embarrassment and then she’d do everything within her power to stop responding that way.”

“Oh, man, don’t worry, my lips are sealed.”

Kyle laughed.  “I am sure glad Ashley’s aren’t!”  The men shared a roar of purely male laugh.

The ladies looked up at their men, looking as though they stepped from the pages of a male stripper’s calendar.

“What do you suppose those two are laughing about?”  Ashley wanted to know.

Catlyn shrugged, “Probably us.”

Ashley’s brow furrowed.  “What’s so funny about us?”

Catlyn took a sip of her fruity drink.  “It could be anything with those two.”  Catlyn stood, removing the towel from her waist, revealing her white and blue bikini.  “I know how to put a stop to it though.”

She made her way to the captain’s wheel.  She came up behind Jack, circling his waist from behind and putting her lips to the back of his neck.  “Hey, Stud Muffin, can we go inland and weigh anchor?”  Her tongue touched his earlobe.  “I want to take a swim.”

In the 90 degree heat and sun, Jack shuddered.  “Damn, Kitten,” He took her arm and pulled her around to the front of him.  Capturing her between his body and the wheel, taking a hand off the wheel to place it on her still small waist, he aligned their bodies and whispered something in her ear.

Kyle left before the couple forgot he was there.  He went to Ashley, silently he picked her up out of the chair, sitting down, placing her in his lap.  “Are you enjoying yourself, Babydoll?”  Kyle nuzzled her neck as his hand automatically undid the braid at the back of her head, running his fingers through her hair.

Ashley shivered excitedly.  “Mmm, yes I am.”  She kissed his cheek softly.

They shared hot, wet kisses until Kyle pulled back.  “We have to stop Babydoll.”  He rearranged her on his lap so her body wasn’t plastered to his.  She sat on his lap with her back to him.  He had his arms wrapped around her and he whispered in her ear.  “When I take your gift, I want us to be totally alone.  If we keep up all this kissing, I am going to use one of those two beds below.”

Ashley felt his erection against her back.  She smiled at his sexy words.  “Ok, we’ll be good for the remainder of the day.”

He bracketed her hips with his hands, caressing, nuzzling her neck.  “Oh, you are definitely good, Babydoll.”

Ashley stood up and sat in one of the other deck chairs.  “Bad boy, Kyle.”

Kyle laughed as he adjusted himself.
 “I can be very bad with a good girl.”

“I am going to hold you to that later.”  Ashley winked.

****  

The couples had a good time in the water and on the waterfront.  They played volley ball, where the men pretended to lose to the women.  They swam and had water fights.  They had lunch at a riverside restaurant.  All in all it was a good day.  Now they were back at Jack’s house showering and getting ready for dinner and the club.

Ashley came out of the bathroom to see Kyle lying on their bed in his boxers.  She smiled.  “Bathroom is all yours.”

“Babydoll, Jack was telling me about this awesome hotel called Mohonk Mountain House.  It’s a resort really.  He says he can get us a reservation for the upcoming weekend.  I’d really love to take you there. Will you go with me?”

Ashley paused in lotioning her arms.  “When you say ‘take me’, do you mean treating me to a stay at Mohonk Mountain House or do you mean take my virginity?”

Kyle froze for a second.  “I forget how direct and to the point you are.”  He liked it.  It was refreshing. Bunny always played schoolgirl games with him.  She used her feminine wiles to get something she wanted.  Unlike Ashley who just came right out and asked for what she wanted, as he experienced today when they ran into a vendor selling music supplies.  Ashley had drooled over a book of blank sheet music.  It was a composer’s journal.  Before he could act on his desire to buy it for her she had turned to him and asked him to purchase it for her.

“What’s the point of not being direct?  I only do that undercover to try and catch bad guys.  You’re not a bad guy.  You’re my boyfriend so I will say what’s on my mind.”

Kyle pulled her off her feet depositing her on the bed with him.  She lay on her back with him looking down at her.  “Say it again, Babydoll.”

She crumpled her brow in confusion.  “I will say what’s on my mind?”

Kyle smiled and shook his head, “No, before that.”

Ashley’s confusion left and she smiled at him, saying in a soft voice.  “You’re my boyfriend.”

Kyle’s smile grew wide and he nodded.
 “Mmm, that’s the one.”  He slowly lowered his mouth to hers, sipping sweetly at her lips until she moaned and opened for him.  He groaned as their tongues touch, taking the kiss deeper.

Pulling back he said, “Christ, I don’t know how I lasted so long without jumping your bones.”  With a deft flick of his wrist he removed Ashley’s towel, throwing it to the floor.  He lifted away from her so he could look his fill at her body.  “And,
how
were you able to hide such wonderful curves for years?”  His large hand took a hold of her breast.

Ashley arched off the bed as he treated her nipple to a heated tongue lashing, “Oh, Kyle.”

“Yes, Ashley?”  He lifted to speak but his fingers took over from his mouth, tugging, flicking and twisting her now hard and swollen nipple.

Her hands went around his neck.  She pulled his mouth to hers.  “Please, don’t stop.  It feels so good.”

Before their mouths crashed together in a swirl of hot need, he promised.  “I’ll never stop, Babydoll.”

As their kiss melted into another and then another, Kyle shifted their bodies, going between her legs, affixing their groins together.
 Even through his boxers he felt Ashley’s heat.  He began grinding their pelvises as Ashley’s hands caressed his back from shoulders to buttocks, her legs gripped his sides.

Kyle leaned on his hands careful not to crush her with his weight.  He trailed kisses from her lips to her neck to her chest to her nipple.  He took the turgid peak in his mouth and sucked her hard as he thrust even harder against her.  Ashley’s moans and gasps drove him crazy.  He put a hand between their bodies sending a finger to her most intimate place.  Her tight heat engulfed his finger as Ashley cried out his name in wonder.

Kyle felt the tell-tale signs of Ashley’s release.  Her pussy walls began a soft fluttering.  She thrust her hips in a frenzied pace to meet his invading finger.  She began a keening sound that was a mix of his name and God’s.  Her nails scored his back as she clutched him to her.  Kyle added a finger and picked up the pace of his thrusts and licked the side of her neck.

Ashley exploded in ecstasy.  Her trembling was deep and uncontrollable.  She panted through her climax while clinging to Kyle’s big strong body.  “That was…I mean…Oh, my God!”

Kyle laughed as he pulled his soaked fingers from her scorching pussy.
 Locking gazes with her he licked her pussy juice from his fingers, leaning over he took her mouth hungrily, giving her a taste of herself.

They parted slowly.  Kyle blushed at the look on her face.  He never blushed!  What the hell was she doing to him?  Whatever it was he loved it.  She smiled sweetly at him, rising up at the same time pushing his back to the mattress, “Your turn sexy.”

Kyle accepted the kiss she gave him but kept it light.  “Baby, we can’t we have to be ready to leave in about ten minutes.”

“But—“ She pouted as she took in his raging hard on.  She looked disappointed, like she was missing her favorite treat.

He took the hand she was about to place on his dick and gave her a quick hard kiss before getting off the bed.  “Later, babe, I’ll go nuts if you touch me now.  You finish getting dressed and I’ll grab my shower.”

****    

The Front Street Club was pretty busy for a Monday night.  It was mix night.  On mix night the club played all kinds of music, did all kinds of dancing.  Like the night was called so was the crowd, it was very mixed.  There were the early twenties to late forties going on in the place.  It was a nice mix Kyle supposed.  You had to be at least twenty-five just to get in and ladies’ admission was free until midnight.

Kyle sat back as he watched Jack and the ladies tear up the dance floor for about the tenth time.  Jack was the only man Kyle was willing to accept dancing with his woman, not that a whole bunch hadn’t already tried to get her to dance with them.  She had on the sexiest, tightest, clingiest, littlest white dress with spaghetti straps.  She wore diamond stubs in her ears and her hair was pulled back in a tight French braid that fell down her back.  And if her external beauty wasn’t enough to draw the dogs, her inner beauty outshined everyone in the club.  

Her innocence was revealed in her smile, it was wide, full of life and so genuine.  Kyle’s heart beat just a little faster watching her.  He thanked his lucky stars that he finally came to his senses and went after her.  Bunny had never brought these feelings of happiness and contentment.  It would have been a grave error to stay with Bunny.

Kyle watched as a third woman moved up against Jack.  Kyle expected Jack to move away or Catlyn to slap the woman or something.  But all they did was laugh and then all three women surrounded Jack, putting sexy moves on him that he returned.  Even though he danced with all three women, it was blatantly clear which woman was his.  When he faced the other women he kept a few inches between their bodies but Catlyn’s he plastered to his, grabbing her hips and stole a few pats to her ass and kisses from her lips.  He divided his attention evenly between the ladies.  He spun two as he faced one.  Jack was a really good dancer.  Kyle didn’t dance like they were dancing on the floor.  He knew some ballroom dancing, waltzes and some country line dancing and he could slow dance a woman right out of her panties.  But, the club scene and hip hop dancing wasn’t his thing.  Although after watching his nephew and Ashley win that contest, he knew he could become a fan.

The song came to an end and Jack and the ladies made their way to the table.  The petite black woman came along.  Surprisingly, she greeted Kyle, “Director Strong, nice to see you again when you’re not scowling.”

Thrown, Kyle struggled to remember where he had met her as he respectfully stood as the ladies sat, “Uh, nice to see you too Miss, uh…”

The woman laughed.  “Tasha Williams, its ok you don’t remember me.  You were kinda knee-deep in the Newburgh Slasher craziness and Mackenzie’s injuries.”

Her identity suddenly clicked.  “Ah, yes, you’re Jack’s assistant.”

She nodded as Jack waved her into a seat next to Catlyn in the U-shaped booth they were seated before taking a seat next to her.

Jack laughed.  “Yea, don’t let her fool you.  She doesn’t assist in anything she just takes over and bosses me around.”

She unceremoniously tapped Jack in the back of the head.  “Boy, what I’d say?  Stop telling people I boss the Chief of Detectives around.”

“Girl, what’d I say?  Stop being bossy and I’ll stop saying you’re bossy.”

“You lucky I like you white boy.”

“You’re lucky I like you black girl.”  

Kyle watched their banter with a smile.  It was obvious the two loved one another and it was a platonic love more like brother and sister.  Kyle was remembering something Jack had told him a while back.  “You’re the one who taught Jack everything he knows on the dance floor.”

She preened.  “That was me alright.  ‘Cause, God knows the boy had no rhythm to speak of before I got to him.”

Jack shook his head.  “I told her I didn’t know how to dance couldn’t do it and she told me…”  Jack waved a hand out to Tasha to finish, “…that if you can fuck you can dance.”

Kyle’s eyebrows rose.  “Do tell.”

Tasha raised her arms above her head and did a seated body roll, “Heeeey, it’s just a different kind of pushin’ and a pullin’ and humpin’and a pumpin’.”