Blended (Redemption #1) (21 page)

We landed in Sydney about two and a half hours ago, and we’ve just walked into the Sydney suite at the Park Hyatt Hotel. Isla has gone to her own suite, which is not far from Hadley’s and mine, but it’s enough distance between us—it might be needed.

The plane ride here was everything but what I expected it to be. She didn’t argue when I told her that I was going to break her, or when I told her about my personal experience with this invisible illness. Given that I didn’t go into too much detail about my sexual past, she understood.

What took me by the balls in a death grip was when she had her panic attack. I felt useless and incapable of helping her. She hasn’t told me what brought it on, and it’s not my place to ask either. I decide to wait it out and see if she offers up an answer in the coming days.

“What do you think?”

“Are you kidding me, Wade?” She spins around and almost leaps into my arms.

I catch her and move her now-straight hair out of her face as she giggles up at me.

Fuck me.

If I thought that she was beautiful before . . . She seems to have come alive after our experience on the plane. Her eyes look like they are filled with glitter instead of the turquoise color that they are. Appeal. Desirability. Seductiveness. Allure. I feel it all while I watch her. This attraction to her has not remained constant; it’s been growing ever since I first laid eyes on her.

I find that my attraction to her runs deeper than her skin, eyes, breasts, and all that she has to offer physically. It goes far beyond that realm. I’m interested in the person she is. I can feel the pull toward her from my core.

I’m used to superficial bullshit laced with sex. This time, though, is different. I realize that I haven’t answered her yet because she’s staring at me as if I’ve forgotten how to speak.

“This is ours for the week.”

“Do you always travel in such luxury?” she asks as she blinks up at me and she seems genuinely curious.

“I do. I don’t think that I could travel any other way. Are you tired?” I move her hair off of her shoulders, showcasing her breasts for me.

“Not really. I mean, I did fall asleep while you kissed me to death, so I’m not complaining.”

“You’ll be jet-lagged later on. If you’re up to it, though, I’d like to take you out to see some of the city.”

“Of course I want to go with you.” She places a quick peck on my lips before rushing over to her suitcase. “Where are we going to go? Do I have time to freshen up?”

“You do, and you’ll need to wear a bikini. We’ll head out to Bondi Beach for the rest of the afternoon and possibly watch the sunset. Isla has her heart set on going to the beach and then shopping, but I might leave the latter to you two and my credit card.”

“Excuse me?” she stops rifling through her suitcase and looks up at me.

“Isla has a crush on Westfield; it’s a mall filled with everything designer. We’ll head there after the beach.”

“Oh. Wait, I thought you weren’t going to come.”

I smirk at her word choice. “I wasn’t, but I’d like to spend time with you before I have to dive headfirst into work.”

“I like the sound of that,” she says as she pulls out something black from her suitcase before walking gingerly to the bathroom to change.

I stand here, staring at her ass before it disappears behind the bathroom door. I glance down at my erection and shake my head at my own needs; it must take me a full two minutes to rein in my raging hard-on. I adjust myself in my jeans before I grab my swim trunks from my suitcase and strip bare in the middle of the bedroom. I cannot stop myself from thinking about the way she looks when she doesn’t have a scrap of material hiding her flawless body. Burned into my head is the image of her bare in front of me in the shower. I can almost feel the softness of her skin underneath my fingers again.

My cock rears to life once again as she walks into the bedroom, and I only have one leg in my swim trunks.

“Wade, do you . . .” Her words cut off when she looks up at me, holding something at the back of her neck. I wink at her and my cock twitches when I feel her gaze on me.

I step into the other leg and pull the trunks up and over my erection. “Do I what?”

“Fuck,” she mumbles.

“Yes. I do fuck. Rather hard in fact. I tend to bruise the woman I’m with, both inside and out,” I tell her honestly.

“I . . . uhm . . . that’s not what I meant.”

“I’m sure that you have thought about it before, though.”

“I mean, yes, I have, but I was going to ask you to tie me.”

“Shibari? I can do that while I fuck you as well if you’d like. I hope that you’re not opposed to rope burn.”

She purses her lips and walks up to me before dropping her hand from the back of her neck and lowering it to circle around my shaft through my trunks. “Show me,” she dares.

The thin black straps of her bikini top slip off of her shoulders, which in turn exposes her beautifully shaped breasts to me.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into, Rye.”

“And what? You don’t think that I’ll be able to handle this?” she asks as she squeezes my shaft. I pulse in her grip before I bring my hand up to cup her breast and tug on the peak of her nipple.

“I believe you will be able to. With some practice at the very least.”

I get down on my knees in front of her and pull down the thin material of her bikini bottom to place a chaste kiss on her pubic bone before standing again. Her chest rises in anticipation and desire for me, which only intensifies my need for her. I lean forward and slide my tongue over her left nipple before moving down to lick her line of cleavage. The sounds she makes when she moans my name are sinful coming from her lips. I release her breast from my other hand as she pumps me once before I take the other nipple into my mouth, teasing her with my tongue.

“Wade . . . oh God. Please,” she cries and starts to push down my trunks to get her hand around my shaft. She manages to move her hand down the waistband of my trunks, and I realize as she grabs hold of my bare cock that it’s the first time that I’ve allowed her to touch me and fuck if it doesn’t feel right.

She gets the trunks past my ass, releasing my cock as I move to her other breast, adoring how she tastes and writhes under the pressure of my mouth. My hands find her hips where I dig my fingers into her delicate, pale skin. I lift her up, forcing her to relinquish her hold on my cock. When I lift her high enough, she wraps her legs around my waist and I walk backward to the king-sized bed that I know is there. My lips find hers out of hunger, and I devour her, tasting her need on the tip of her tongue as I’m sure she does mine. The end of the bed hits the backs of my knees. I turn around before laying her on the bed and moving her up the sheets. I maneuver my body on top of hers; I can physically feel her anticipation as I hover over her. My lips leave hers for the moment to travel down her neck to her collarbone.

“Wade,” she whispers in a plea.

She reaches around her torso to undo the string of her bikini top that’s still holding it onto her just as I trail my fingers down the center of her rib cage and past her belly button. I reach into her bikini bottoms to feel her for the first time since I washed her. I gingerly run my finger through her slit causing her to push her hips up, begging me for more as my fingers find her clitoris. I stroke her once and then again before moving my index finger between her lips, feeling exactly how much she fucking wants me to sink into her and pound away until she comes undone. Until I fully stake my claim on her.

“Yes . . .”

“You’re soaked for me, Hads.”

She doesn’t speak as I sink my middle finger into her, feeling her inner walls, touching what no other man will while she’s mine.

“Do you understand that you are mine?” I ask her as I tease her neck with my lips.

“I d-do,” she stutters while one hand fists the sheets at her side and the other weaves into the back of my hair, pulling at the strands that she’s able to lock her fingers around.

“I will not share you. Have I made myself clear? Not with anyone while you’re mine. Is that understood?” I repeat myself for good measure.

“Yes, Whiskey. I . . . please.”

The anticipation and need in her voice make my cock stir and harden even further, so much so, that it’s on the verge of being painful.

I crook my finger up inside of her to find her sweet spot, the place that will make her pure putty in my hands. I know when I hit it because she lets out a tortured whimper. I watch her limbs tighten for me before she releases the tension that I have helped her build up.

The sound of the doorbell, followed by a sharp knock, draws my attention and I remove my finger from her while I watch the wanton expression on her face change to surprise and then shock as I move off of her.

“What are you doing?” she asks frantically as her eyes dart to mine, silently begging me for more of what I was finally giving her.

“Answering the door, Rye,” I tell her as I place my middle finger into my mouth so I can taste her cream.

“But . . .”

“Get dressed. We wouldn’t want Isla knowing how sexy you look when you get what you need, or when you’re half-naked and spread out on my bed.”

She sits up quickly and covers her breasts with her forearm while I pull my trunks back over my ass and stride out of the bedroom and across the expanse of the suite to the door. I run a hand through my hair before I swing it open—at the same time as I hear Hadley letting loose with a string of obscenities, whether to herself or toward me I don’t know.

Isla greets me with a ravishing smile and throws her arms around me in a hug. “My God, Brass, I fucking love the suite you got me. And to think I was complaining about our vacation interruption on the plane—because of her, I get my own suite.” She throws her head back and gives me one hell of an evil laugh before letting go of me.

“You’re welcome, Isla. Do you mind helping Hads with her bikini?”

“Hads, huh? Look at you, growing a pair of balls and letting them hang a little lower.”

“Fuck off.” I offer her my finger while she walks across the suite and into the bedroom where I know Rye is in fucking pieces with need.

The late afternoon sun beats down on the three of us while we lounge on the white sand. We’re shaded in a cabana, but I’ve noticed that Hadley’s skin has grown the slightest shade darker. I rest my head back against the lounger and take in the view in front of me. It’s not often that I let go of work and fully immerse myself in the luxury of relaxation.

Bondi Beach isn’t overcrowded like it was when we first arrived. Many beach-goers have left, and it has grown quieter. Despite the heat of the day, I find myself content as I watch the waves crash against the shore, and the sound of the water has helped to soothe any residual stress that had been lingering.

I must have drifted off because I wake to Isla and Hadley laughing together as they walk toward the cabana. My eyes go to Hadley as she takes one step after the other in the white sand. She’s wet. They must have gone down to the waves without my noticing. Her now-sun-kissed skin is shining with small droplets of saltwater, and I would have been fucked if Isla didn’t walk past the cabana as Hadley walks up to me. My cock rises as she nears me.

“I could get used to this sight.”

I can see her blush through my sunglasses. She mustn’t have realized that I had woken up because she was gazing at me as well.

“I could say the same thing,” she says as she takes a seat next to me on the double lounger. Instead of lying down, though, she leans over my torso and wrings her hair out over me.

The water is ice cold on my heated chest as it hits me.

“Fuck,” I curse, and I leap up, knocking over the small table holding our drinks beside me. She stands up just as quickly and starts to back away from me. I grin to myself before I take a step and then another at a faster pace in her direction.

She must realize my intention because she turns and takes off down the sand and toward the ocean. The vision of her ass moving slows me down for a second before I bolt after her.

She looks over her shoulder at me and shouts, “Wade! Don’t you dare!”

“Ah baby, payback is an evil bitch,” I tell her as I reach my hands out for her and grab her by the hips, sweeping her off of her feet and spinning us around.

“Wade.” She giggles and moves her wet hair from her face.

“You’ve done it now, Rye.”

She starts kicking her legs as I hold onto her. We’ve captured the attention of a few beachgoers now, but I couldn’t give a fuck as I walk into the waves with her. Her arms wrap around my neck as I hold her up, and she watches me intently.

“What are you going to—” she gets out just as I get deep enough into the water to toss her into the air and watch as she splashes into a wave a few feet in front of me while squirming.

I swim over to where she landed just as she surfaces, sputtering for breath.

“You asshole,” she manages to get out as I pull her to me. Her arms move around my neck as I swipe the wet tendrils from her face.

I’m met with her radiant smile, and I chuckle. “Two can play at your game, Hads.”