Key West (38 page)

When she turned to walk past, Carrie lifted her sunglasses and said, “Shay.”

Shay stopped, blinked. “Sweets? Is that you?”

Carrie nodded. “I need your help.”

“Please tell me you’re here to fuck Chris’s brains out. He’s been hell to be around lately.”

“Really?” It was a relief to find out that maybe he still missed her, just like she missed him.

“God, yes. He’s just a big lump of surly, and I can’t stand it much longer.”

Carrie let a small smile escape her. “Then maybe you can help me by putting me in touch with Scott. I was afraid to call—afraid Chris would answer. And I need his help planning a surprise.”

The concept of a surprise had been Diana’s brainchild, when Carrie had called her in Vegas to share her decision. “You need to do something shocking and seductive,” she’d said. “Something to really knock his socks off.” She’d known instantly what her course of action would be.

Shay smiled. “Oooh, sweets, I
love
surprises, even when they’re not for me. Sit down and have a drink—I’ll call Scott right now.”

* * * * *

Chris leaned back against the bar on the
Party Barge
, crossing his arms. He didn’t want to be here; in fact, he’d originally talked Jake into taking his place on the brightly colored boat yet again, until Scott called, saying Jake couldn’t make it.

“It’s time for some tits, guys!” Scott’s voice boomed through the microphone. The partiers on the boat cheered. As usual, they’d consumed half a vat of rum punch and had already played the banana game and Spin the Bottle, so they were thoroughly worked up, ready for the wet t-shirts to come.

Maybe those wet t-shirts would do something to get his mind off of
her
, he told himself. He didn’t really believe it, of course, but what the hell—surely he could still enjoy watching girls bare their breasts. Shit, maybe he’d even try to get into party mode for a change; maybe he’d find some hot, drenched babe and hook up with her for the night.

Maybe…but he doubted it.

The truth was—he just didn’t feel the same about casual sex since Carrie. He didn’t want it anymore. Damn, he thought, washed up at thirty. He ran his hand through his hair and shook his head slightly. He had to shake this off. He just didn’t know how.

Scott’s voice sounded again, above the hard rock music that played. “Up first, we have the lovely Carrie!”

Great, just what he needed. A girl named Carrie getting hot and sexy on that stage just like
his
Carrie once had.

Sighing, he looked up as a cute redhead danced onto the stage, wearing red bikini bottoms and a tight white cutoff tank top bearing the words Sexy Devil in red. She was undeniably hot as she sashayed up to Scott, who did the honors, dumping a bucket of water down over her large round breasts, now clearly visible through the thin cotton.

The hot girl danced around the stage, working her ass and jiggling her breasts for the howling crowd…when he finally took a really good look at her.

His mouth dropped open as he drew back in shock. Was he seeing things? Or was that girl…
his
girl? His Carrie. His angel—turned devil.

He shook his head, still watching her little show. As Scott prodded her, saying in to the mike, “That’s right, baby, show us what you’ve got!” she molded her breasts in her hands, then eased one down to her crotch, stroking it once, lightly, to the roar of the guys on the boat.

Chris stood stunned, trying to figure out if he was imagining things or if that might really, possibly be the woman he loved—when she turned and made bold eye contact with him.

God, it
was
her. Looking gorgeous and sexy and like a dream come true. She was here!

Smiling boldly, she reached out and pointed directly at him. Then she turned her arm over and curled the same finger toward herself, beckoning him. Letting a smile of his own unfurl across this face, he took long strides toward the stage.

Stepping up on the platform, he drew her soft, wet body into his arms, looked into those hot emerald eyes, and lowered his mouth onto hers, as hungry for her kiss as a man could possibly be. He kissed her hard, his mouth demanding, his tongue invasive. He let his hands slide down onto her beautiful ass and picked her up, her legs wrapping tight around his waist.

He carried her down from the stage, feverishly kissing her all the while. Only when he’d taken her to the back of the boat and lowered them both onto the bench in that same semi-private spot where they’d first gotten intimate, did he stop kissing her.

Her arms lay twined around his neck, her breasts beautifully on display behind those tantalizing red words. “Nice shirt,” he said with a grin.

She returned the smile. “I thought it was apropos.”

Moving his hands up from her waist, he let his thumbs rake over her dark, distended nipples. “Maybe, but you’ll always be my angel.”

She bit her lip, looking like some amazing cross between the innocent Carrie and the vixen he’d uncovered inside her. When he stroked his thumbs over her hard, cotton-covered peaks again, she let out a heated sigh and said, “I thought you weren’t allowed to touch.”

“I don’t care anymore. Why are you here?”

“Because I let go.”

“What?”

“You made me let go of so many old ideas of what I should be, but I couldn’t quite let go of the rest of it, couldn’t quite take the risk of starting a new life, until I went home and saw how miserable I was without you. So I’m back.”

“What about your business?”

“Sold it. And I’m starting a
new
business. I just signed a lease for a shop on Duval. I’m going to call it Hemingway’s Books and Booze, a combination bookstore and bar.”

A huge laugh escaped him. She was a genius.

“We’ll have a drink of the day, and also an erotic book of the day—because, well, this is Key West, so it only seems right. I might even let you tend bar for me,” she said, running her hands over his chest through his tank top.

“That works out well,” he informed her with a smile, “since I’ll be giving my notice here and at the Lizard soon. As soon as I make that last boat payment, I’ll make enough just off my snorkeling trips. But tending bar for you—well, that would be a labor of love, angel. Because I
do
love you, you know. And I should have told you before you left. I love you, Carrie.
I love you
.”

Carrie’s heart sizzled at the sound of those perfect words. Suddenly, all fear and trepidation vanished. All that really mattered was what he’d just said and the knowledge deep down inside her that it was real and that it would last—forever. “Oh baby,” she breathed, “I love you, too. So, so much.”

With a heat-laced smile, he pulled her in for another hot kiss, his tongue sending licks of flames straight to her pussy. She couldn’t help leaning in closer, pressing her cunt against the familiar and oh-so-wonderful column of hardness at the front of his shorts. “God, I’ve missed your cock,” she purred.

He let out a sexy growl in reply, and without warning, planted his hands back on her ass, picked her up again, and carried her through a doorway behind the bar, into what appeared to be a small galley containing a refrigerator and a counter.

He’d just lowered her to the counter and started to kiss her, when a sharp voice cut in. “What the hell are you doing, Chris? You know you can’t touch a passenger.”

She looked up to see an older man with salt-and-pepper hair who she recognized as one of the
Party Barge
’s owners, who she’d seen on her first excursion. Yet to her surprise, Chris pulled her into a warm embrace and looked up at the guy with a smile. “It’s okay, Ben, because this woman is going to marry me.”

She gasped and pulled back slightly to stare at him. “Marry?”

He answered with a short kiss. “Maybe not right away. I know you don’t like to rush into things,” he said with a wink. “But eventually—oh yeah, angel. I’m gonna marry you.” Then he looked up at his boss. “Ben, I’ve been waiting to get my hands back on this girl for what seems like a long time now, so…could I impose upon you for some privacy?”

Slowly, the older man cracked a smile. “Sure, Chris,” he said, then walked out.

Carrie could still hear the raucous sounds of the wet t-shirt contest outside as Chris whispered in her ear, “I need to fuck you now.”

She lifted her ass, to help him ease her new bikini bottoms off, then she reached down and pulled her clingy wet shirt up over her breasts. Feasting his eyes on them, he let out a hot sigh and closed his hands firmly around them, sending a flash of heat through her body. “My pussy is throbbing for you,” she purred. When he glanced down, she coquettishly said, “Freshly shaven.”

“Mmm, sexy,” he replied, then slowly stooped down to deliver one sweet, hot kiss between her parted thighs, directly on her clit.

She let out a soft moan as the much-missed pleasure echoed through her, and when she watched him open his shorts and pull out his enormous shaft, hard and ready for her, she spread her legs wider. “Fuck me,” she whispered.

As he pushed his cock slowly into her tight opening, they both let out deep, low groans. After a few weeks of no sex, her cunt had constricted a little, but his cock stretched her back out now, in the most delicious, filling way. “Ah, I love this tight little pussy,” he whispered breathlessly.

“My pussy loves you, too,” she cooed.

Placing his hands at her hips, he began to fuck her, slow and deep, slowly getting her cunt re-accustomed to his size, until she wanted more, wanted him hard and fast, and told him so.

They looked into each other’s eyes as his strokes grew longer, more demanding, his thrusts soon making her cry out with all the pleasure she’d missed so desperately. She wrapped herself around him, absorbing each hot lunge as he worked her body against his. She writhed against him, harder, harder, pushing his shirt up as well, raking her nipples against his bare chest.

Just like so many other times when they’d fucked, when she least expected it, he eased one finger into the tight fissure of her ass, magnifying every sensation tenfold. “Oh, God,” she said, her orgasm coming on instantly. “Oh God, baby!”

As the hot climax crashed over her, she leaned her head back, lost in the heat, lost in the consuming waves that radiated from her clit out through her torso and limbs. She heard her moaning cries—she couldn’t have held them in if her life had depended on it. She relished the supreme intimacy of having their bodies interlocked, of having him bring her to orgasm, perhaps more than ever before, having thought she’d never feel this wonderful satiation with him again.

“Ah, angel, here I go, too,” he murmured, then slammed his cock into her hard and deep, nearly lifting her off the counter, and making her feel him so far up within her body that she thought she’d never been fucked so well by him.

“God, I love you, baby,” he whispered, panting, his forehead resting on her shoulder.

She gently kissed his neck. “I love you, too.”

When Chris finally lifted his head to gaze into her eyes, he didn’t bother drawing his cock out and it still felt pleasantly large inside her.

He squeezed her breasts softly. “Do you have any idea how much it turned me on to see you up on that stage for me, angel?”

She sighed her pleasure at his touches. “Mmm, I’m glad. It turned me on, too. Although…” She paused, needing to tell him how she felt. “I’m afraid this might be my last wet t-shirt contest.”

“Oh?”

This was the only part she was still a little nervous about. She desperately wanted to make him happy, but… “I hope this won’t change your feelings for me, but as much as I’ve loved getting wild with you, having all these exciting, sexy experiences, I sort of feel myself moving into a whole new place now—a place where I kind of want to…just be with you alone, without a crowd. Know what I mean?”

He laughed. “Actually, I do. If you’re gonna marry me, I’m not sure
I
want to share anymore, either.”

His words filled her with joy, but … “So you aren’t afraid that’ll be boring?”

He gave his head a knowing tilt. “Hmm, basking in the sun all
day
, and serving up liquor and steamy books with you at
night
, then going home and fucking each other’s brains out? Nope, doesn’t sound boring at all, angel. And hey, if we start feeling adventurous again, we can just be like Amy and Cole—we can hang out with people who like to watch.” He concluded with a wink.

She couldn’t help rubbing her erect nipples against his chest again as she flashed a coy smile. “Who needs to be watched? I just want to
do
. I want to do you again right now.”

He gave her the grin she’d fallen in love with at first sight, and replied, “I’m pretty sure this isn’t gonna get boring at all, angel.”

About the author:

Lacey Alexander is the pseudonym of an award-winning author whose romance novels have been published by Harlequin and Kensington. Additionally, over forty of her short stories and articles have seen publication. Lacey lives in Kentucky with her husband of fifteen years and she loves being a full-time writer. When not creating romance and romantica, she enjoys crafts, American history, and travel, and she particularly likes incorporating her favorite destinations into her work. She is an active member of Romance Writers of America and Novelists, Inc.