Sinners On Tour 06.1 Take Me to Paradise (Encores #1) (7 page)

He tugged a clean shirt over his towel-dried head. “What do you mean?”

She crossed her arms over her bare breasts and shrugged. “It just seems like a good opportunity to make love.”

“I thought we had to be somewhere in a few minutes.”

She checked the clock. “They’re supposed to call the room when our ride gets here. We have some time.”

“Some?”

She grinned when he took his shirt back off and tugged her down onto the bed.

He was balls deep inside her when the blasted phone rang. Myrna fumbled for the receiver, trying not to sound like she was involved in carnal pleasures when she answered. “Hello-oh-oh,” she panted as he found her spot.

“This is the front desk. The taxi you ordered has arrived, madam.”

“We’ll be right down.” She dropped the receiver, not bothering to hang it up, and slid her hands down her husband’s rhythmically clenching ass.

“I knew we didn’t have time for this,” he said, increasing his tempo.

But she knew how to make him get off quickly. One expertly placed finger in his ass and he shuddered uncontrollably, as he had no choice but to come.

“Oh God,” he groaned, his hands fisting in her hair as he found release inside of her. “Why did you do that? You know I can’t walk properly after you make me come that way.”

“You didn’t like it?” she murmured, her finger moving within him to intensify his pleasure.

Entire body shuddering, he collapsed on top of her. His belly quivered against hers, and she could feel his cock jerking inside her.

“Jesus, woman, you know I like it.” His lips moved against her throat reverently. “Did you finish?”

The ring of the phone had thrown her off her game and no, she hadn’t come close to finishing. “I’m okay. We don’t have time for me.”

“We’ll make time.” He slid down her body to pleasure her with his mouth.

Her game was soon back on and within minutes she was crying out as he delivered consecutive home runs.

They were both a little wobbly in the knees as they made their way through the hotel to the taxi waiting outside.

“Sorry to keep you waiting,” Brian said.

The cabbie took one look at them and grinned. “I’d have made me wait as well,” he said as he opened the door for Myrna.

Once inside the cab, Brian immediately tugged her into his arms for a round of after-sex cuddling and whispered I-love-yous. The cabbie didn’t bother trying to engage them in idle chitchat on their way to the dock. But Myrna caught him sneaking glances at them in his rearview mirror and grinning at the sickening displays of affection she shared with her husband.

The sailboat was much larger than she’d anticipated, and she was a bit disappointed when she discovered that they weren’t the only couple who were going to attend this dinner cruise. Everyone else was onboard and either standing along the rail watching the water and crew or seated at one of the tables on the deck. Even though the occasion wasn’t as private as Myrna would have liked, it was definitely romantic. And her husband was practically a puddle of melted goo by the time they were shown to their reserved seats.

“Now this is romantic,” he said as he reached across the table and took her hand.

“More romantic than being tossed into the ocean by a disgruntled horse?”

“Just a little,” he said with a soft chuckle.

Once the boat set sail, Myrna closed her eyes and reveled in the cool ocean breeze against her skin. She’d probably gotten too much sun that day, but she was determined to enjoy her temporary reprieve from harsh Midwestern winters. She wondered if she’d miss the snow and ice when she uprooted and moved to California the following year. She rather doubted it.

Brian scooted his chair closer to hers so they could both view the endless expanse of crystal-blue water and so he could touch her. He seemed to think she’d evaporate if he didn’t have at least one hand on her at all times. Not that she minded.

“Would you like a glass of wine?” the only waitress on board asked. The cheerful young woman was busy, but not really overworked as there were only six couples to serve.

“Please,” Myrna said. She held the stem of her glass steady while the wine was poured.

“You, sir?”

“I don’t fucking believe this,” Brian said.

“Uh-um,” the waitress stammered. “I-I’m sorry?”

Myrna swiveled her head to give her husband a chastising look, but he wasn’t glaring at the now nervous waitress or his wine glass. His glare was trained on the couple at the next table.

“Well, hello there,” Kev called, offering a friendly wave. “We do keep bumping into each other.”

“Ignore him,” Myrna said. She pushed at Brian’s chair so that his back would be toward the intrusive couple.

“How can I ignore him?” Brian said between clenched teeth. “He never goes away.”

Now Myrna had no doubt that Gail had been eavesdropping on her the night before and had taken note of all the times and places she and Brian would tour that day.

“Let’s enjoy dinner and pretend they don’t exist,” Myrna said. Her final plan for the evening had been to take a stroll with Brian along Arashi Beach to the California Lighthouse and watch the sunset, but she knew Kev and Gail would miraculously show up there too, and that would not be romantic in the least.

Myrna worked hard at being flirty and attentive to Brian throughout dinner, but he was tense and obviously struggling to keep his attention on her. By the time the boat docked, Myrna was ready to stab someone in the eye with her high-heeled shoe. They hung back as the other couples disembarked. They seemed to be in silent agreement that Kev and Gail would be gone if they were last to set foot on land.

“That was a nice dinner,” Brian told her, his gaze trained on the gangplank that the guests were walking down.

“Do you even know what you ate?”

His eyebrows drew together. “Seafood?”

“Are you asking?”

“Seafood,” he said with more certainty as he watched the waitress clear a plate with an empty lobster shell from a table.

“I was planning on taking you on an evening stroll to see the California Lighthouse. The best sunsets on the island are supposedly viewed from there.”

“That sounds nice.”

“Not tonight, it doesn’t. You know Kev and Gail will show up there, and you’ll get all pissed off again.”

Brian rubbed a hand over his face. “So what do you want to do then?”

“We’ll just go back to the hotel room and barricade ourselves inside. At least there we have our privacy.”

Brian shook his head in disgust. “You went to so much trouble to plan this out; it isn’t fair that we have to hide out in our hotel room while they get the run of the island.”

“It’s a great hotel room,” she reminded him.

He grinned and nodded. “And it does have a perfect view of the sunset.”

“We won’t know what we’re missing if we skip the lighthouse.”

“And the company is far more important than the view anyway,” Brian said.

“Yeah, not having
them
in our company is much more important.”

He chuckled and kissed her cheek. “I’m glad you finally see things my way.”

When they decided it was probably safe to venture ashore, they walked down the swaying gangplank to the dock. Turned out it wasn’t so safe after all.

“Hey, you two,” Kev said, “isn’t Aruba fantastic? I’m so glad we decided to get married here.”

Without comment, Brian took Myrna’s hand and led her toward a taxi stand. She was grateful to see a taxi idling there. She was not going to chastise Brian for being rude. Some people deserved his rudeness—Kev and Gail, for example.

“Do you mind if we share a cab?” Kev asked as Brian opened the door for Myrna.

“Actually—” Brian began, but Myrna placed a calming hand on his chest. Not because she wanted to protect Kev, but because the guy wasn’t worth getting upset over.

“Sorry, Kev, but we’d like a little alone time on our way to the lighthouse. I’m sure you understand.”

Kev apparently wasn’t smart enough to realize she was baiting him or that he shouldn’t know their next destination.

“Oh, yeah. I get it. I guess we’ll see you there then.”

The fact that Gail snapped two pictures of her with her cellphone was not lost on Myrna, but frankly she was too worn down about the entire situation to make an issue of their continued boorish behavior.

“Yeah, we’ll see you there,” Myrna said. She didn’t feel the least bit sorry about lying to them. In fact, she hoped they sat around the lighthouse until dawn waiting for them to show up. The fuckers.

Brian took Myrna’s hand and placed an unexpected kiss on her knuckles before assisting her into the back seat of the cab. He saluted Kev with one finger to his brow—just happened to be his middle finger—before joining Myrna inside the car.

“Sometimes I forget how smart you are,” he said before tugging her close for a toe-curling kiss.

“So you’re heading to the lighthouse?” the cab driver asked.

“Go ahead and drive that direction,” Myrna said, “but don’t stop. We actually want to go to our hotel, but take the scenic route.”

A lengthy make-out session with her husband in the back seat wasn’t a bad Plan B, Myrna decided. They’d make it back to their hotel, Kev-and-Gail-free, eventually.

Chapter Eight

Brian released a deep sigh when he and Myrna entered their empty hotel room. Alone at last. It turned out that their drive along the coast at sunset had been incredibly romantic and they’d lucked out in getting a very discreet cab driver who seemed to expect them to paw at each other the entire ride.

“Romance time is over,” Brian said, drawing his giggling wife into his arms. “The rest of this evening is all about sex.”

“Thank God.” She captured his beard-roughened face between her palms so she could kiss him with lips and teeth and a whole lot of tongue.

His dick had been half-hard in the cab; he was painfully ready for her now. They shed their clothes impatiently on their way to the bedroom. He suckled and kissed every inch of her delightful flesh, running his hands over her body needing to prove to himself that she was really here and she was really his. When she began to beg for possession, her hands pulling at his body with desperation, he climbed from the bed and rushed to his suitcase.

Myrna lifted her head from the pillows and arched an eyebrow at him. “What are you doing?”

“I brought a few things to intensify the ride.”

He removed an toiletry kit from the suitcase and unzipped it. It was designed with compartments for shampoo bottles and other toiletries, but he had packed it as an arsenal of vibrators and lubes and other sex toys.

Myrna laughed. “You really brought that on the plane? Some TSA agent got a surprise while inspecting your luggage.”

“I’m sure they’ve seen much worse.”

He removed two bottles of lube, one that went hot with friction and the other cold.

“What are you in the mood for, Mrs. Sinclair?” His wife never needed lube—her pussy was always drenched for him—but he so enjoyed the extra stimulation granted by the right marital aid. He smiled at thinking of his toys that way. Mostly because
marital aid
fit. He was finally married to his perfect woman.

“Hot in front. Cold in the back.”

Brian froze. “You want to try anal again?” Did she forget that it was a skill he’d never mastered?

“Yes. I. do.” Her voice had gone breathless.

“Okay, but you know I’m not very good at it. If you really want some good back-door action—”

“If you say we should call Trey, I’m locking you on the balcony and making you sleep out there with the seagulls.”

He had been about to mention Trey, but he wasn’t dumb enough to admit it. “I brought this.”

He pulled a short, thick, bumpy vibrator from the case. It had two rings near one end for a finger grip. He watched Myrna’s body quiver from where he stood at the side of the bed.

“That will do nicely,” she said, her hand sliding down her belly, fingers pressing between her folds.

Brian watched her touch herself with his mouth hanging open.

“Are you going to keep me waiting?” she asked.

He grabbed her hips and pulled her to the edge of the bed, kissing her briefly before flipping her onto her stomach, her legs dangling beyond the edge of the mattress and her toes just touching the floor.

As he applied the hot lube to her slippery pussy, he made sure to rub a healthy supply into her clit. He was sure he’d smeared enough into her flesh when she cried out with a body-quaking orgasm.

“Brian,” she moaned, his name muffled against the covers where her face was buried.

He slickened her back entrance with the chilling lube and covered the vibrator with a thick coating.

“Hurry,” she panted, squirming in anticipation.

He added additional warming lube to his cock before touching its head to her opening. Standing behind her, he claimed her slowly, wanting her to feel every inch of him as he entered deeper territory. When he had nothing left to give her, he slowly withdrew until he was free of her body.

She groaned as he repeated his careful, slow invasion followed by complete retreat. Again and again. Each time he pressed deep, he increased his tempo ever so slightly. When he was certain she was focused on the feel of his cock inside her and nothing else, he switched on the vibrator. Her entire body shuddered in anticipation. He grinned to himself as he changed tactics—not giving her what she thought was coming. Instead he thrust into her ever-hotter pussy faster and faster until she was rocking back to meet each thrust. When her back arched and her pussy clamped down on his distractingly hot cock, he touched the vibrator to her ass and slid it deep.

She came so hard, the feel of her clenching pussy almost pulled him along with her. And dear God, the vibrator in her ass felt amazing against his cock. He began to experiment with angles and tension and velocity, fighting orgasm for as long as he could as he found the perfect motion of fucking her pussy and ramming that delightful vibrator up her ass. He was so wrapped up in his own pleasure that he was only slightly aware of his wife’s excitement—just enough to know she was getting off too.

He fleetingly thought he should have opted for a cock ring to prolong this experience as he peaked and let go inside her. He wasn’t sure which of them was yelling louder, trembling harder, or experiencing the most intense pleasure, but there was nothing in the world more perfect than coming with his woman.

The vibrator, teasing his cock throughout his intense orgasm, became too much for him to handle. Still twitching with excitement, he pulled it free and then collapsed on top of Myrna’s sweat-slick back.

She murmured something unintelligible into the covers beneath her face, and he grunted something equally unintelligible that he meant as, “What did you say?”

Myrna apparently understood after-mind-blowing-orgasm-Brianese, because she turned her head and said, “I love you.”

He grunted an answering sentiment, his body still laboring for air, his mind still blank with bliss. It took him a while to find the strength to move onto the bed and tug Myrna into his arms. His face buried in Myrna’s sweet-smelling hair, a smile of contentment on his lax face, Brian was almost asleep when she stiffened suddenly and sprang up, grabbing a pillow to cover her naked breasts.

“There’s someone out on the balcony,” she said.