Rebound (26 page)

Staring into her eyes
Kevin rocked her back and forth against him, his hands pulling her
up and down on him, her sex tight and convulsing as he rocked her
through wave upon wave of bliss.

* * * *

They were lying,
tangled in a sheet, at the bottom of Susan’s bed. Both were
exhausted, covered in sweat and the glow of sex, wearing the
goofiest of smiles.

“That was--” he
rasped.

“Yeah, it was...did
you keep count?”

Kevin laughed and
wriggled his eyebrows. “I was a math minor.”

Susan rolled over on
her elbow and looked into his eyes. Unbelievably there was still
lust in there. “So are you going to tell me?”

“Maybe on the
honeymoon.” He leaned in and kissed her, his lips smooth and
bruised and so utterly delicious.

Susan smiled
wickedly. “Oh my God!” Her voice billowed with false excitement.
“I’ve got a wedding to plan. First, I need to call Liz, then the
Waldorf--setting the date is essential!--and then I’ve got to start
shopping for the perfect dress--”

Kevin grabbed her and
pulled her into another kiss, pushing her down into the soft sheets
and even softer mattress. “You’re kidding, right?” Kevin said when
he finally let her mouth free of his.

Susan laughed and
rolled her eyes. “Yeah, I think I’ve had my fill of big weddings.
In fact, I was thinking we could just go down to the municipal
building and have the Justice of the Peace do the honors.”

Kevin smiled at Susan
and kissed her. “I can think of something a little better than
that.”

Chapter 17

It couldn’t be
happening…

Susan had her eyes
closed. The air gusted in soft, warm waves around her body,
smelling too fresh and clean to be real--she had to be dreaming.
The surf washed in over her feet, licking her toes, making her take
a deep sibilant breath.

She opened her
eyes.

Kevin stood in front
of her, shirtless, in a pair of tropical printed swim trunks, his
hair rumpled and tossed about by the wind. He was staring at her,
his expression expectant.

Susan looked around
at the group congregated on the pristine stretch of beach under the
Virgin Drop. Liz, her assistant Lance, holding a digital video
recorder, Susan’s parents, Kevin’s parents, and the surfer lady.
Her name was Audrey, and she’d been recommended by the hotel--the
hotel where Kevin bought the visually stunning swim shorts, and
where Susan had bought a white sarong with tiny pink flowers, which
she was wearing now.

Last minute had
turned out pretty good.

Everyone was giving
Susan the same expectant look. Liz rolled her eyes and glared.

Oh
yeah, this is my line.

“I do,” Susan said as
a wave of pleasure rippled through her body, and the goofiest, most
beautiful smile eased across Kevin’s handsome face.

Everyone let out the
breath they’d all been holding. Audrey gave a little sigh and then
placed her hand over Kevin and Susan’s. Their hands had been bound
together by a white leather cord.

“Then, by the power
vested in me, I pronounce you man and wife.” Audrey’s eyes lit up.
“You may kiss the bride.”

Kevin pulled Susan to
him and leaned down to kiss her, picking her up in his strong arms
as they fell into each other, forgetting momentarily about the
gathered witnesses who were now applauding and cheering them
on.

When they came up for
air, Liz clapped her hands together and spoke in that voice she
used at her art gallery when she wanted everyone’s attention--her
tone sweet, yet steeped in authority. “Okay, everybody. We’re
headed back to the hotel where I’ve reserved us a very large table
in the best restaurant. No dawdling!”

The parents hugged
and kissed the newlyweds, and Liz ushered them down the beach,
asking them what kind of tropical drinks they would like to try
first, creating a distraction so Kevin and Susan could stay back
and steal off onto the jungle path the led up to the Virgin
Drop.

The way had been
cleared much better than the last time they’d traversed it, and
there were small pink lights placed every few feet to guide
them.

As they stumbled out
into the clearing, the clearing they’d first made love in, the sun
was setting in the distance, turning the sky into foamy cotton
candy colors: pink, blue, orange and a brilliant yellow. When Susan
tilted her head further back she could see the first stars of the
night, twinkling in the darkening sky.

Kevin hit his knees
and pulled her to him, his face planted in the soft silkiness of
her sarong, his arms wrapped around her hips, his hands gently
cupping her bottom. He slowly lowered her to the ground, her body
gliding down against his until their lips met and kissed for maybe
the five thousandth time. By the time she lay on her back in the
surprisingly well manicured grass, Kevin had freed her of her
sarong, and himself of the god-awful swim trunks. Susan gripped
Kevin in the palm of her hand, stroking him, making him moan softly
against her neck, his breath hot as he licked up her neck to her
earlobe. He pulled her thighs open with his own and entered her,
hard and hungry, making her moan now. She gasped as he took her
right breast into his mouth and sucked, and kissed her lips again,
this time surging into her again and again, making her body heat up
all over, causing her eyes to roll back in her head.

Later, after all the
stars had come out, and they lay in the dark, wrapped and tangled
in each other, Susan asked where Francesca was.

“Boss lady had to
stay in Chicago for her granddaughter, Cloe’s, first grade
recital.”

“That makes
sense.”

“And she needed to
put some finishing touches on our Lakewood design.”

Susan smiled and gave
a small giggle.

Kevin leaned up on
his elbow, peering down on her in the near pitch dark. His skin
seemed to glow. “What?”

“Oh, nothing.” She
smiled and ran her hand slowly down the side of his face.

“No, really, what was
with the giggle?” He said it in that tone of voice she loved to
hear. She was getting him worked up, and all she’d done was
innocently--or not so innocently--giggled.

Susan sighed, trying
not to sound too pleased with his reaction so far, baiting him.
“It’s nothing. It’s just that...”

Kevin’s face lowered
toward hers.

“Win one little opera
house and you think you’re some sort of architectural god.”

Kevin fell back on
the ground and laughed.

“I mean, really
Kevin, do you honestly think you guys can compete with the big
boys?”

Kevin grabbed Susan
and pulled her on top of him, kissing her to shut her up, his want
hard against her inner thigh. He leaned back and took advantage of
her sudden breathless state.

“That’s why
Francesca’s designing it with me, to help me transition.”

Susan snorted. “It’s
a skyscraper, theater boy, I don’t think you have a chance.”

Kevin leaned up and
kissed her, taking her breath away with his hot, wet mouth, blowing
her mind with his talented tongue as his manhood pushed slowly into
her again, laying her open, making her his.

Susan felt herself
giving in, letting him take her, turn her inside out and fill her
with his love. She could live with that.

She could really get
used to this.

Kevin rocked
her into a cool blue oblivion, and scorched her very heart with his
need. He was her man, for now and forever. The best man.
But if he thinks he’s
winning the Lakewood bid, he’s crazy.

***The End***

The author
started writing the story you’ve just read after a marathon viewing
of romantic wedding themed movies:
My Best Friend’s Wedding
,
Sex
in the City The Movie
,
The Hanging Garden,
and
The Wedding Crashers
. He was also fighting an appalling addiction to Jennifer
Crusie novels, most recently
Agnes and the Hitman
. In point of fact he was staring at the last slushy remnants
of a frozen margarita, and the soggy, wrinkled white napkin it sat
on, when the tear-streaked bride showed up in his noggin and
refused to leave.

*****

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