Sintown Chronicles II: Through Bedroom Windows (79 page)

“Shell,” he began, “if this is about the email I sent you last night, nothing you can say will change my mind."

“Email? I didn't get a message from you. We left for the beach about five-thirty, and, of course, I didn't bring the Mac with me. Thank goodness I got to you in time."

“I just can't do it, Shell. Think what you must of me, but I just can't do it. I've skirted the law many times in my life, but I simply cannot kill a man in cold blood."

She burst into tears. “Boyd, we both went nuts. That's why I called. I don't want to go through with it either."

He was silent for a moment, listening to her sobs. “Shell, I ran into a guy last night who has a part interest in a big club in Atlanta. They're looking for a new deejay and stripper."

“No,” Shelly said simply.

“Baby, you're upset. They pay big bucks. We can have a great life together and forget this hayseed you married."

“No. Do what you like, but count me out."

“Honey, it's not an either/or offer. He's interested in both of us or neither of us. It's a great opportunity, Shell. He went bananas when I told him about your lesbian act."

“Boyd, I said no."

“Hey—we don't have to decide anything right now. We'll talk about it when you get back. I can hardly wait."

“No,” Shelly repeated. “This will be our last conversation."

“I don't understand."

“Sam's a great guy. He and Annie have a wonderful life together. I'm going to try to find a way to become a part of their lives. I love you, Boyd, and I'll miss you."

“Shell, wait."

She hung up, washed her face and raced back to the beach. “Now I'm ready to ride the waves,” she exclaimed as she dropped to her knees and kissed Sam passionately.

Annie clapped her hands as Sam stood, tossing sand in all directions.

“You're a dirty man,” she giggled.

“And you're a little imp,” he said.

She ran towards the water with Sam and Shelly in pretended hot pursuit.

They played in the water as a family and, with Annie again playing happily at the edge of the lapping water, Sam and Shelly played in deep water as lovers.

“Somebody's feeling better,” he said as she wrapped her legs around his waist and locked her arms about his neck.

“The little nap I took on the beach did the trick,” she lied as she ground against his erection.

“Delilah,” he said dreamily. “You're back."

She pressed her lips to his and filled his mouth with her pulsating tongue.

He gasped. “I've got to have you—now!"

“Not out here in plain view,” she laughed.

“Baby, I'm about to explode."

She let her feet find the ocean floor and pressed her hand inside his trunks. “Enjoy!” she said.

“Papa Sam,” Annie said as, hand in hand, they waded towards the golden haired child. “I'm hungry."

“That's because it's lunchtime. What would you like to eat, Goldilocks?"

“I want a hotdog and a Pepsi,” Annie replied without hesitation.

Shelly looked at Sam and smiled. “The hotel restaurant has an outside dining area. You think they have hotdogs on the menu?"

“There's one way to find out,” Sam replied, taking Annie by the hand.

Shelly pushed off her sandals and rubbed Sam's ankle under the table as she watched Annie slowly chew the last bite of her hotdog. “Somebody's getting sleepy."

“Am not,” Annie protested.

“There's another boat, way out on the horizon,” Sam pointed out.

“It's pretty,” Annie said as she rested her head on the high chair tray and watched the slowly moving craft. “It's not as big as the other one."

Sam laughed. “It may be bigger. The first boat was closer to us and that's what made it look bigger than this one."

Sam slipped his hand over Shelly's thigh and rubbed gently. “You're feeling good this afternoon,” he joked.

She placed her hand on his, pulling his hand to her crotch as she glanced around to make sure no one was watching. “Thanks, Sam,” she said as she smiled up at him.

“You're welcome,” he replied. “What wonderful thing have I done now?"

“The honeymoon idea was a good one. I thank you for that. I know I've been a bitch these last few weeks. Thanks for putting up with me. Thank you for taking Annie into your heart and home."

He grinned as he glanced at the sleeping girl. “She's a sweetheart—easy to love just like her mother."

“Her mother is going to be a whole lot easier to love in the future."

“Oh?"

She nodded. “I made an important decision this morning. Delilah Delight is officially retired."

He frowned. “I'm disappointed."

She looked confused. “I thought you would be delighted."

He shook his head. “I was hoping Delilah would perform forever, with me as her private audience."

She grinned and offered him her hand. “You have a deal.” She looked at Annie. “If you will carry Sleeping Beauty to our room, Delilah is ready for her afternoon performance."

Sam gently placed Annie on her bed and watched as Shelly tucked her in. “I don't think there has ever been anyone quite so beautiful,” Sam observed quietly.

“My feelings are hurt,” Shelly whispered, pretending to be offended. She kissed the little girl on her forehead and reached for Sam's hand.

He pulled her close. “I love you so much, Shelly."

She wanted to say she loved him too, but the words stuck in her throat.

He led her to their bedroom. “Will Delilah mind if I take a quick shower?"

Playfully she sniffed his underarm. “I think she will appreciate it,” Shelly joked.

Sam adjusted the cascading water, stepped out of his trunks, entered the shower stall and closed the opaque glass door. He soaped his hair, face, upper body and arms.

The door slid open. “Want company?"

He focused on her magnificent breasts, highlighted by the new shade of tan that surrounded them. “I was hoping you would."

She moaned as he soaped her breasts and tweaked her nipples. His lips nibbled hers as her fingers teased his buttocks. She shuddered as his tongue played with her lips and his fingers found her clitoris and anus simultaneously. She pressed her soapy breasts against his chest and her nipples tightened as they slipped over his bulging pectoral muscles.

He knelt before her and sensuously lathered her lower belly and pubis. He used both hands soaping her legs and, placing his hands on her hips, turned her around. He soaped her writhing buttocks and ran his index finger between them. Applying pressure at her tiny brown bud, he was surprised when the sphincter muscle relaxed and his soapy finger poked inside.

“Ooh,” she cried at the unexpected pleasure.

“When I clean you up,” he joked, “I clean you good."

He worked his way up her back, stood and scrubbed her neck. He turned her to him, placed his right hand on her left breast, pulled her close and kissed her tenderly.

Her right hand discovered what she was hoping to find. She wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, filled his willing mouth with her talented tongue and sheathed his erection as she locked her legs around his hips.

“Baby,” he gasped, breaking the kiss, “the condoms are still in my suitcase."

She jammed her cheek next to his. She could feel her own heart beating rapidly. “No condom."

“What?"

“You're my husband, Sam. I don't ever want latex inside me again."

He pinned her back against the shower wall for better support. Their tongues tangled just outside open lips. Shelly heard unfamiliar sounds gurgling from her throat as he relentlessly pounded her bottom against the cool shower wall. She thought he would never stop. She hoped he would never stop. Suddenly, she banged the back of her head against the shower wall and shouted, “De-liii-lah!"

They clung to each other until some semblance of normal breathing returned. After shutting off the faucets, they emerged from the little cubicle and gently, lovingly toweled each other dry.

“You should douche,” he advised.

“I suppose you are some sort of expert on feminine hygiene?"

“No, I just thought..."

She quieted him with a kiss. “I want to keep you inside me a little longer,” she explained. “Will you snuggle with me?"

“Snuggle?"

“You know—on the bed—nekkid."

He laughed and followed her swaying buttocks to the bedroom.

Shelly lay in a fetal position on the bed, exhausted. He pressed against her, his body flattening against her back, her bottom, her thighs and her calves. “We fit,” he said dreamily as he stroked her breasts.

She nodded her agreement.

“You made new sounds in there,” he observed. “I liked them. I think that was Delilah's best performance."

She purred.

“It's amazing how you stroked my penis with your vagina. I didn't know women have such control over their inner muscles."

“They don't,” she replied simply.

Shelly held open the hotel room door as Sam carried the sleeping child inside. “What a night,” she said happily, snapping on the light switch and brushing a blond lock from Annie's forehead. “She had all the excitement she could stand for one day."

“I think we must have played every miniature golf course on the Grand Strand,” Sam joked as he gently placed Annie on her bed.

“And rode every ride at Kiddyland.” Shelly looked at her sleeping daughter. “I guess I should wake her. I don't think she brushed her teeth all day."

Sam smiled down at the perfect little face. “Let her sleep, Shelly. I'll make her brush six times tomorrow to make up for it."

“Help me get her into pajamas."

Sam grinned, held up his hands defensively and shook his head. “That's off limits, Shell."

She placed her hands on her hips and cocked her head to one side. “No little girl ever had a better father, Sam. You're not a pervert. Now help me."

He backed towards the door, grinning sheepishly. “You'll have to bear with me on this one, Shelly."

He eased the door shut and searched the refrigerator in the wet bar. Probably five dollars a can, he thought as he spotted the Budweiser. Oh, well. It's our honeymoon.

He leaned against the rail of the adjoining deck, overlooking the ocean, and breathed deeply. The salty air felt invigorating.

Moments later Shelly hugged him from behind and kissed his ear. “What a wonderful day this has been,” she said, accepting the offered beer.

“One thing keeps it from being perfect,” he commented, still looking at the almost invisible white caps on incoming waves.

“I'll fix it if I can,” she said as she, too, propped against the rail.

“Somewhere up there,” he said, lifting his eyes, “there's a full moon."

She nodded. “It is overcast tonight. We'll probably have rain by morning."

“Is Annie okay?"

“Still sleeping like the baby she is."

“Sometimes she acts so mature,” he said. “It's hard to believe she's only two."

“Almost three, now."

He nodded and smiled as she placed her arm loosely around his waist. “I now know what to feed you on special occasions,” he joked.

“For some reason I was starved tonight,” she laughed. “Mammy's Kitchen puts out quite a spread, but the baby shrimp were especially delicious."

“Three plates full! I don't know where you put it."

“I'm going to work at it, Sam,” she said seriously.

“Work at what?"

“At being a good housewife. I'll need help. My mother did not exactly set a great example for me to follow. When I try to cook, you'll have to eat my mistakes and I may kill every blade of grass in your yard."

“Our yard,” he corrected.

“I think I'll ask Mrs. Borders to teach me. She seems to know everything."

“She's a good woman, Shelly."

“A little on the nosy side, but that's okay. I'll live with it."

“I'm going to work at being a good househusband too,” he said, turning to face her and digging into a pocket of his pants. “Starting now.” He held out a small box.

“Jewelry?” she asked, searching his eyes.

“Better,” he replied.

She pried open the box, burst out laughing and strategically placed the earplugs.

“Maybe it'll help with my snoring."

“What?” she joked as she removed the plugs.

“I called Dr. McGee on my lunch hour yesterday. She said I might have some sort of nasal obstruction that is causing me to snore. I have an appointment with her next week."

She hugged him tightly. “Don't rush into anything, Sam. I might grow to like it."

They both turned towards the bedroom as someone knocked gently on their door. Sam glanced at his watch. “It's later than I thought,” he said. “I, uh, have another surprise."

She cocked her head to one side and waited for his explanation.

“The hotel provides babysitters. I thought it might be nice to take a romantic midnight stroll on the beach."

She grabbed his hands, her eyes reflecting terror. “No!” she managed to say.

“Come on, Delilah,” he urged. “I know you're tired, but the other day you accused me of letting the romance slip from our lives. We'll just take a short little walk."

Calm down, Shelly, she silently pleaded with herself. This is just a coincidence. Nothing will happen.

“I'm tired,” she alibied. “It's a wonderful idea, but can't we do it another night?"

She saw the dejected look in his eyes as he said, “I suppose so. I'll get rid of the babysitter."

“Wait,” she called after him.

He turned and reflected her smile.

“If my man wants a midnight stroll, a midnight stroll he shall have."

They walked no more than one hundred yards when Shelly pleaded, “Let's go back, Sam."

“Honey,” he said reaching for her hand, “relax. Look!"

In the distance a bottle rocket exploded over the ocean, its gasses burning green and red.

She glanced over her shoulder. “I ... something doesn't feel right. I think someone is following us."

“Don't be ridiculous. There's not another soul in sight."

“Sam, I know it doesn't make any sense, but I'm frightened."

He squeezed her shoulder and pulled her closer. “I'll protect you, honey."

She again glanced over her shoulder. Boyd is three hundred miles away. Calm down, damn it.