The Legend (13 page)

I would
like to say that my request was granted but no, it wasn’t.

When we
landed, got through customs, and on our way to the Four Seasons hotel, all hell
broke loose.

Sway
complained about the humidity, what it did to her hair. Deciding to go against
my wishes, she picked up every brochure she found for different activities.

Emma was
in full annoying mode and pulled out all her usual tricks including walking as
slow as possible and Aiden, he was the only one that wasn’t annoying me but I
also knew that was only a matter of time before that started.

After
checking into the hotel, we agreed to meet Aiden and Emma for dinner. Sway got
sidetracked when she saw the beach.

“Do you
remember that time we were in Key West?” she breathed reaching up on her tippy
toes to breath in my ear. I nearly bent her over on the fucking sidewalk when
she did that.

“Checking
bearings in the alley?” I grunted moving my hands around her and then squeezing
her perfect ass wrapped tightly in an amazing black dress.

“Yep,” She
twisted from my embrace and nodded to the beach, eyes lustrous in the pale
moonlight.

“I’m not
doing it on the beach. Just imagine where all that sand could get.”

My
objections went unseen.

Sway’s
lips pursed, her hand brushed loose strands of tangled “humid enhanced” hair
from her face. “Live a little. It’s been a long time since we’ve done it on a
beach.”

“Yeah, I remember
because it took me a week to get the sand out of my ass. I’m not doing it.”

She knew
what to do. She always did. She fucking cried and ran off toward the beach.
Angry, annoyed and horny, I followed her despite my fear of sand.

A quick
flip and she had the tables turned. She was undressing as she walked toward the
water. When her toes hit the edge of the water, heels in hand, she turned to
look back at me completely naked.

What kind
of man would I be if I left my wife naked on the beach just because of my silly
fear of those obtrusive particles?

Not a very
good one.

Taking my
shoes off and leaving them on the sidewalk, I jogged over to her stopping about
a foot from her. “You’re naked…on a beach.”

It
occurred to me about that time that she
was
completely naked.

“Well
then, cover me up.” She teased with a wiggle of her hips.

Did I
waste any time? No, fuck the obtrusive sand.

Her hands
found my chest and then ripped my gray button down shirt open, her hands fisted
in the fabric. “I want you to fuck me now.”

Without
any assembly prep, I had my pants undone and was bending her over on all fours
in the sand. No way was I putting my ass in the sand so I knelt and she knew
what I was doing.

I wasn’t
exactly gentle with her but honestly, she knew what she wanted when she started
stripping her clothes. She wanted the aggressive side.

Though it
was going to be aggressive, I took my time entering her, savoring the warmth
and tightness. How many guys could say their wives were ready and willing to do
it where ever and whenever he wanted? I was one lucky bastard that’s for sure.

I heard
her gasp, the same time I did from the pure pleasure. My hands fisted her ass
again, throwing my head back as the vision of her sexy ass in my hands took my
breath away. Over the years, Sway’s body had matured into this unbelievable
sexy woman with curves that could make any man moan.

Arching
her back, she sat up to curve around my body. Over her should waves crashed
around us, my mouth on her neck as my hands traced her delicate turns that
outlined my favorite road course. When my hands swept over her breasts, her
head fell back against my shoulder exposing the arch of her neck for me. I
eased back and then pushed forward again harder this time, breathing heavy,
feeling frantic and driven.

Being
slightly paranoid that Emma or Aiden would find us out here, I began imagining
their shadows behind us every time the wind blew so that just sent me racing to
finish in fear of being caught.

We didn’t
last long. Mostly because I was somewhat scared that we were on a public beach
and my knees were burning from scraping in the sand. I also never last long in
this position because Sway always looked back at me and I lost it with the way
her eyes hooded with the raw lust we held for one another.

“Thanks
champ.” She said after she took a quick dip in the water to rid the sand from
her body.

From the
time we left that beach and the time we got to the restaurant, Sway had a
reaction to something. When they seated us, her skin was turning red and blotchy
marks speckled her neck and arms.

“I think
you’re having a reaction to something.” I whispered in her ear as she scratched
at her neck. “Did you eat anything strange?”

“No, but I
did get a lot of sand in places I didn’t wish to.”

Aiden
huffed. “Is that what took you so long?”

I shot him
a glare. “Why don’t you just look over the menu and stay out of this. Our food
will be here before you finally decide what to drink.”

Emma
giggled. “He has a point babe.” She set her menu down. “I have some Benadryl
back at the hotel. Should I get it?”

Sway
nodded. “Yeah, I think that might be a good idea.”

Emma left
after ordering her meal and went to retrieve the Benadryl. When she returned
our meals had arrived and Sway had turned to drinking as a way to forget about
the allergic reaction she was having. I felt bad. What if it was the sand or
maybe there was something in the water?

Aiden and
I got to talking about the Texas night race coming up when Emma returned and
took Sway away to get her reaction under control. Her eyes were now bloodshot
and I was beginning to wonder if we were going to need to find a hospital soon.

They were
gone something like thirty minutes when Aiden suggested that we might go look for
them. We’d finished eating and hadn’t seen them since.

Just as we
were getting ready to leave, that’s when my very drunk wife appeared holding a
brochure for white water rafting.

“Look!”
Sway waved the brochure in my face, flushed cheeks, glossy eyes and holding a
drink in her right hand. “White water rafting,” she pointed to the display
holding it across her blotchy chest in front of her. “It’s for those who want
an adrenaline filled heart pounding vacation! We want that!”

“Why are
you yelling?” Ripping the brochure away from her, I threw it aside. “And if I
wanted adrenaline filled I’d be racing. We’re supposed to be on vacation, or
did you forget?”

She had no
answer but scrambled to capture the brochure. “Our tickets are in there. Don’t
let it get away.”

“We don’t
do boats,” I had to remind her, “and I told you no activities.”

“Jesus,”
Emma appeared staggering behind Sway. “Live a little brother.”

“I thought
I told you to give her Benadryl, not alcohol.”

“I did
give her Benadryl, and then I gave her alcohol.” Emma defended. “If you were
me, you would have too. She looked horrible.”

She had a
very good point.

So like I
said, I had no choice in the matter of white water rafting as apparently they
voted on that activity.

The
following day, we made our way to San Jose and I tried like hell to get out of
white water rafting with no success. I was so desperate that I even tried to
convince Sway that I had some sort of stomach bug. Still drunk and heavily
medicated, she said, “Buck up and get
your
fucking ass
on that raft.”

The tour
guide, as he introduced himself as “Tour Ted” looked at me and smiled as if he
had some sort of plan for us, or me. We weren’t exactly fond of each other. He
spent more time eyeing my sister and her bikini than navigating. How Aiden
didn’t notice was baffling to me.

The area
where we got on the raft was beautiful with clear water, white sand and flowing
waterfalls surrounding a canyon.

“I don’t
like this.” I said never taking my eyes off the tour guide as we stepped on the
raft. I looked directly at Emma when she strapped her life jacket and helmet
on. “You couldn’t have worn something more appropriate?”

“This is
appropriate jackass.” She reached up to her chin to buckle the helmet. “We’re
in the water.”

Looking at
my wife, she was wearing a bikini top but at least had board shorts on to cover
herself a little more than my sister had.

“This
isn’t spring break on Lake Havasu.”

“Shut up.”
Emma kicked my shin.

I got up
wanting to smack her when Sway grabbed my hand. “I’m so excited!”

Pushing
out the breath I’d been holding between my teeth, I mustered a fake smile.

Just ten
minutes into the adventure on
Pacuare
River, and a
bruised ass, I had to let the tour guide know he had no business operating this
raft. I’d never been white water rafting but this was hardly adrenaline filled
and more annoying filled. Every other bend in the river he was fighting the way
the raft would come around and slamming me into another rock.

“You
clearly have no idea what you’re doing.”

“I know
what I’m doing.” Tour Ted advised me, his eyes never leaving Emma’s legs. “This
is part of the adventure.”

“Getting
slammed into rocks that could kill me is part of the adventure?” he shot me a
glare. At least he actually looked at me. “I must’ve missed that in the
brochure.”

Sway put
her face right in my ear. “Do you think his name is really Tour Ted?”

“I don’t
really give a shit.” I mumbled sitting back in the raft and wondering if today
would be the day I died. I always thought I would die doing something I loved
and I didn’t love white water rafting.

We were on
the raft maybe twenty minutes when we went through a number of tight turns.
Tour Ted would shout out what they were, not as if I could hear him, and I was
pretty much done with hitting my ass on rocks. Having to hold Sway in the raft
and watching Tour Ted molest my sister with his eyes, we came to a sandy bank
and he maneuvered the raft to the shore.

“This is
Valle del
Pacuare
.” He said with a coy smile. “Rest a
little.”

We all stood
as though we were getting out when he smiled. “I’ll be right back.”

With a
smile, he shoved the raft from the bank with his hands, tossed a map at us, and
then disappeared into the thick tree line of the exotic forest.

“Where the
fuck is he going?” I looked at the map and then tossed it over my shoulder
where it apparently took off with the wind.

“I think
we needed that.” Sway said watching it fly away. Leaning forward, she took the
cap off her Benadryl, took a long drink from it, and then opened a mini bar
that was in her bag.

Aiden
shoved a handful of peanuts in his mouth. “So let me get this straight…that
douchebag left us, didn’t he?”

I didn’t
hear anything else he said. Those said peanuts were all over my skin that was
all I cared.

“What’s in
that bag of yours?” I craned forward looking over Sway’s shoulder to peer into
her bag. My arms wrapped around the front trying to steal it from her. “Do you
have any wipes or a towel?”

She tossed
a towel over her shoulder and a travel size bottle of Tequila. “You’re gonna
need this too.”

As the
raft floated away, we drank a good portion of Sway’s mini bar and debated about
how stupid this white water rafting was. That was about the time our patience
for Tour Ted was wearing out. We could barely see shore now and thoughts of
dying in a river were surfacing, well for me anyway. The other three in the
raft seemed to care less as they soaked up the sun and laughed.

It wasn’t
long when it dawned on these drunken fools that we were nowhere near the shore
anymore, in fact at it was least a mile from the shore and floating into the
Caribbean for all I knew.

“Shit,
we’re really far from shore now. Jameson,” he looked at me as if he was
complete appalled that I let this happen. “Why didn’t you say something?”

“Oh shut
up, Aiden,” I told him. “Where the fuck were your navigating skills, spotter,
oh right, drinking.”

“I think
he left us.” Emma said throwing back another shot.

Don’t
think it didn’t occur to me that we shouldn’t be drinking here in the hot sun
in the middle of a river with no supervision because it didn’t. It just wasn’t
enough to stop myself.

“Good work
detective.” I took the bottle from Emma. “You shouldn’t be drinking so much.
It’s hot and you’ll get dehydrated.”

My focus
was more on my skin than the alcohol. I’m not sure how it happened, but I had
so much sweat and sand on my skin that I was so repulsed, it was the only thing
I could focus on. Believe me when I say this wasn’t a trait of mine that I was
proud. I hated, actually despised, anything on my skin, always had. I went as
far that I only had certain soaps that I could use because I didn’t want any
residue left over. In addition, lotion never used it because it left a film on
my skin that might as well be battery acid as far as I was concerned.