A Beautiful Lie (25 page)

Having no reason to decline, they thanked the man and he left them to finish their coffee.

Parker and Garrett shared a look that clearly showed neither one of them liked the idea of someone being up in their room while they were out.  Garrett knew they wouldn't find anything.  The satellite phone and bug detector were safely secured in his pocket, and those were the only two questionable items they brought with them.  He didn't like the idea that they might be
adding
something to the room, rather than looking for something though. He wondered if listening in last night hadn't been enough for them.  Maybe they hoped to get a bird's eye view this time.  Garrett realized that spending a day out by the pool might be the best option.

When they got up from the table, Garrett gave Parker a kiss on the cheek and warned her as quietly as possible not to change out in the open in the room.  Parker gave him a smile and a barely noticeable nod of confirmation as she was led back to the suite by one man and Garrett was taken out to the pool by another.

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Garrett had chosen a pair of blue board-short style trunks with white trim and dove into the deep end of the pool as soon as he got changed.  The Dominican air was full of cloying, wet humidity, and the eighty-seven degrees easily felt like one hundred and seven.

He leaned his back against the wall of the pool with his elbows resting on the edge and the cool water covering him up to his waist.  His head was tipped back and his eyes were closed as he soaked up the Caribbean sun.

Parker thanked the guard that escorted her out to the pool and tried not to let her jaw drop as she looked around.  This wasn't a pool. It was a resort dropped into the palace's backyard.  There were palm trees and tiki huts and outdoor couches draped in bright colored linens and pillows.  She couldn't tell how big the pool was due to the twists and turns it made and the handful of stone sculpted waterfalls and bridges that decorated the oasis.

None of that compared to the beautiful man in the pool lounging against the wall with his sculpted torso covered in beads of water, his wet hair slicked back, and the straining muscles of his arms holding the upper half of his body out of the water.

Parker sauntered over to one of the many yellow and white beach chairs located around the edge of the pool and tossed her towel down onto it.

Garrett sensed rather than heard her presence and tilted his head up to find Parker looking down at her hands as she untied the belt of her white bathing suit cover-up.

Once untied, she let it fall to the side and Garrett caught a glimpse of what she was wearing underneath.  He was grateful for the cover of water as Parker stared directly at him while she slid her fingers up the collar of both sides of the material, lifted it off of her shoulders, and then let it fall down her back, pooling at her feet.

Parker watched Garrett's Adam’s apple bob as he watched her disrobe.  She stopped second-guessing her bathing suit choice at that moment.

True to the server's word, upon entering the suite, Parker had found a rack next to the windows of the living room filled with at least thirty different styles and colors of bathing suits on hangers, all in her size and all with the tags still on them.

Garrett stared slack-jawed at Parker as she stood by the edge of the pool in her pink string bikini.  Her full breasts spilled beautifully out of the small triangles that held them in place.  He let his eyes linger over her well-toned abs and the minuscule pink bottom that was tied low on her hips.

As Parker dove into the pool and swam towards him under the water, Garrett wondered just how long his self-control would last.

Parker surfaced a few feet in front of Garrett and decided to play with fire.  After all, they were supposed to be a happily married couple.  She was wound up from the range of emotions bombarding her and her inability to let them out in the middle of an assignment.  She needed an outlet for her frustrations.

Garrett watched as Parker swam the rest of the way towards him, closing the last bit of distance by placing her hands on his shoulders and pulling her body up so that every inch of it slid against the front of him.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck and leaned down to lick a drop of water off of the side of his neck.

"What are you doing?" Garrett growled quietly as he squeezed his hands into fists on the edge of the pool while Parker did magical things with her tongue by his ear.

"Just playing the part, sweetie," she said through clenched teeth.  "There are sixteen sets of eyes on us right now, not to mention the four video cameras I counted on the way out."

Garrett casually looked around the pool, mentally cursing himself for not being on the ball.  He noticed one guard by the door when he first came out, but now that really looked, he found the rest.  Garrett immediately lost focus as Parker shifted against him.  He could feel every inch of her wet body pressed into his.  Her hardened nipples rubbed against his chest every time she took a breath, and the heat from between her legs radiated against his stomach even through the chilled water.

Garrett realized that Parker came out to play the part, and play it well, so he threw in the towel and followed her lead.  He would do anything to touch her and be close to her, even if it meant putting on a show.

He unclenched his fists while she was busy molding her body to his, sunk his hands in the water, and wrapped them around each of her knees locked against his sides.

The heat from Garrett's hands startled Parker, and she figured playtime was over.  She waited for him to remove her legs from around him.  It was one thing to engage in a little sexual gratification in the bedroom for the purpose of those listening in, but she figured Mr. Military wasn't too keen on doing it out in the open where people were blatantly watching them.

Parker started to pull away but Garrett slid his hands up the sides of her thighs as his fingers reached the edge of her bikini bottom. He slid them underneath and cupped her bare ass.

Garrett tried not to groan as he kneaded her soft flesh and pulled her harder against his stomach.

Parker's breath hitched and her eyes rolled into the back of her head.

“What are you doing?” Parker whispered, throwing Garrett’s earlier question back at him.

He took one hand out of her bikini bottom and ran his palm over the top of her thigh and down the inside that rested against his abs, letting his thumb skim the crease where her thigh connected with her hip.

"Like you said, there are lots eyes on us now," Garrett whispered as his thumb toyed with the edge of the material between her legs.

"This bathing suit looks great on you, hon," Garrett said a little louder as he dipped his head down and kissed Parker's shoulder.

"Thanks, sweetie, I picked it out just for you," Parker said with a fake smile aimed at the guard who wasn't trying to hide the fact that he was staring at them.

Garrett nipped at her skin as he made his way up the side of her neck and concentrated on the soft spot just below Parker's ear.

She did not like the fact that he suddenly had the upper hand, and she was seconds away from telling him to just take her against the side of the pool.  Parker took control again, sliding her hand around Garrett’s shoulder and down the wet, muscled planes of his chest until she sunk her hand under the water and reached the waistband of his swimming trunks.

Garrett’s lips stilled against her neck, halting the movement of his fingers that were grazing her inner thigh, and he held his breath.  Parker’s fingers dipped into the edge of his shorts and paused.  They may both be playing a game right now, but Garrett knew she didn’t have the guts to take it further, no matter how much the hardness in his shorts wanted her to.

Parker’s fingers teased through the thin line of hair that started right below his belly button.  She felt him tense against her and couldn’t stop herself from following the trail down further.  She pushed her entire hand into his shorts, flattening her palm against him until her hand found the base and her fingers wrapped around him.

Parker had felt him straining behind her last night in the dark under the covers.  She’d felt his hard length sliding against her, but nothing prepared her for the feel of him in her hand.  Garrett was full and hard and the skin was so soft she wanted to run her tongue along it to feel the silky smoothness of it in her mouth.

Since that was impossible in a pool, she squeezed her hand around him and slowly moved up his length so she could stroke him instead.

“Jesus…fuck…” Garrett sputtered against her neck.  Parker’s small, soft hand working its way up him made his head spin.  When she got to the top and slid her palm up and over the swollen head and rubbed her thumb along the underside right beneath the ridge, he bucked his hips into her.

Garrett knew, as she ran her thumb back and forth over that sensitive spot, it wouldn’t take long for him to explode.  He concentrated on his surroundings instead of what her hand was doing to him.

“We shouldn’t do this out here, hon,” Garrett said loudly as he pulled his face away from Parker’s neck and looked at her.

She had an eyebrow raised and a look of pure control on her face as she wrapped her hand back around his length and held firm as she slid her hand down to the base, only to bring it right back up again.  Parker pumped his shaft repeatedly, enjoying the look on Garrett’s face.  He was trying so hard to stay in character, but she could see how difficult it was for him.

“Oh, come on, baby,” Parker cooed with a raised voice.  “This is supposed to be our honeymoon.”

Garrett had enough of Parker’s wife act.  He didn’t want to listen to the fake sweetness or see the phony smile or hear the pretend sighs.  He wanted her real and needed to see her stop pretending, even if it was only for a moment.

He quickly reached into his shorts and grabbed her wrist, yanking it away.  The cold pool water shocked him as the heat from her hand was removed.  He twisted her arm and wrapped it behind her back, holding it secure as he began walking them through the water to the other side of the pool.

Parker looked at him in confusion, and Garrett liked the fact that she was the one perplexed at the moment.

“Just moving us somewhere a little more private, baby,” Garrett said as he kept his eyes on her and glided them through the water to the spot he’d zeroed in on the moment Parker had pushed her hand into his shorts.

A waterfall spilled down over the top of a huge stone formation that resembled a cave, directly across from where they had been.  Garrett walked them right through the wall of water and laughed at the shocked expression on Parker’s face once they came through on the other side, enclosed behind the waterfall and under the stone structure.

Garrett let go of her arm that he’d been holding behind her back, so she could push the water and hair out of her face.  Parker’s legs were still wrapped tightly around his waist and Garrett’s hand was still under her suit, clutching her ass.  He wrapped his other arm around her back and moved them to the wall of the cave.

“What the hell are you doing?” Parker hissed as she wiped water from her eyes and felt her back press up against the damp, cold stone wall.

“Finding us some privacy,” Garrett stated as he slid his wet hand up her spine to cup the back of her neck.

Parker had no idea what Garrett was doing, unless he wanted to talk without the guards looking at them.  She quickly glanced around the cave, figuring there weren’t any listening devices in here because it was too wet.  Drops of water fell from the ceiling and the spray from the waterfall misted over everything.

Garrett’s hand trailed around to the front of Parker’s neck until it rested directly over her heart.  He felt the beat pick up beneath his palm as he stared at his hand.

“This bathing suit looks amazing on you.”

Parker rolled her eyes at Garrett and his need to stay in character when they were under a God damn waterfall in the middle of a cave.  She hated the act he was putting on, even though it was necessary when they were being watched or listened to.  Fake Garrett confused her and made her imagine things that weren’t really happening between them.  It put her on edge and she hated it.  She neededher Garrett to make her feel grounded.  This job was screwing with her mind.  And her heart.

“Jesus, Garrett.  Cut it out.  No one can hear you right now,” she said irritably.

Garrett’s eyes flashed up to hers and the look he gave her made the breath whoosh from her lungs.  She’d seen him pissed before, but this was different.  This was more, so much more.  It made the familiar ache between her legs tingle to the surface and her nipples harden with need.

“I don’t give a fuck who can hear us,” Garrett said angrily.  “This one’s for me.”

Garrett slid his hand down over top of her breast, pulling the soaked triangle of fabric away with his fingers as he went, pushing the material under the curve to hold it in place.  Her pale pink nipple came into view, and Garrett forgot everything around him but Parker and swooped down, wrapping his mouth around it and pulling the tender bud into his mouth.

Parker’s back arched, pushing Garrett’s mouth harder against her as she cried out from the shock of Garrett’s actions and the pleasure that shot right to her core as he sucked and laved his tongue over and around her nipple.

Her hands flew to the back of his head and held him in place.  His hands pushed her body down lower so his erection nestled against her core.  Parker immediately pushed her hips and moved against his hardness.  Garrett clutched her and slid the lower half of her body up and down his length under the water, thrusting his hips up to push against her harder.

The air was filled with Parker's moans and the sounds of water crashing around them.   Garrett pulled his mouth away from Parker’s nipple and kissed his way up her chest and neck.  Parker didn’t waste any time taking what she wanted.  She pulled his head away from her neck and connected her mouth with his, immediately slipping her tongue past his lips.