Nick

“Mom took Scarlet to a petting zoo,” Nick says, tossing my bag on the bed.

“Is everyone still waiting for us to go to the falls?”

“We’re going later. There’s no hurry on the big island.” I haven’t told her, but we aren’t going anywhere today. It’s going to be me, her, and this bed until dinnertime.

I put Téa in the shower so she can rinse the sand off of her feet and legs and untangle her windblown hair while I hang her clothes back up in our closet. When I'm done, I lay down on my side with both of our phones, trying to figure out what exactly is happening.

“That’s your new phone, isn’t it?” she asks, exiting the bathroom.

I hold it up, “Exactly. I think that’s how he or she did this. I’m checking my phone history now to see if my old phone has been used since I lost it. Bingo, yep, someone started using it two days ago.”

“Didn’t you shut off the service to that phone?”

“Yes, but it can still be used for Internet and iMessage, and the dating app is on there too. Whoever it was must have read all of our texts and messages on Match Pro. They know everything about us.”

Téa’s skin pales and she rests her hand on her belly. I know exactly how she's feeling. Knowing that a stranger has every detail about your life at their disposal is nauseating and a little unnerving.

“I wonder who has the phone and why they have a problem with you and me being together.”

“I have a theory.” I hold out my hand to her, and she crosses the room to take it.

“Lie down with to me, let’s figure this out.”

She crawls onto the bed and rests on her side facing me.

“Okay, I lost my phone beating that piece of shit’s ass in Bridgette's bathroom, but no one found it, so I think Matt must have it. Everything from that night is a blur until we got to the hospital. I thought he was unconscious the whole time, but maybe not.”

“Or maybe he picked your pocket when you were fighting?”

I lift my eyes from the phone. “You’re a genius. Yes, that’s got to be it. He must have slipped it out of my pocket when I had him in a headlock.”

“So that puts your phone in Matt's hands. Now what?”

“The guy at the cell phone company said he could pull a list of all the numbers the phone has texted since I informed them it was lost. He’s sending it to me as soon as it’s ready.

“Is Matt still in the hospital?”

“Yes, I spoke to a detective at the police department. He is being guarded until his head injury is stable, which will be soon according to him. The detective said they will probably move him to the jail tomorrow. He was going to have somebody check in his bed for my phone.”

I slide my hand across the mattress and lace my fingers with hers.

“I’m so sorry,” she whispers.

“There you go again, apologizing for something that’s not your fault.”

“No, I’m sorry I didn’t trust you. I’m sorry I let that jerk manipulate my feelings for you. I should have known.”

“You tried. I read the conversation, he was very convincing, and he had a lot of background about us. I just can’t figure out how he knows that my mother tripped yesterday, that’s the only thing he would have had to see with his own eyes. He must have someone working for him. My mother isn’t notoriously clumsy, but her name is public knowledge, and the rest of that stuff would be easy to guess. He also had to know that I left you early this morning. I suppose he could have guessed that I wouldn’t wake you, but somebody either saw me leave, or they have GPS on the Rover I rented.”

“All rental cars have a locator, don’t they?”

“Yes, maybe somebody from the car rental company is helping him? Or maybe he assumed that I would get up early and work out every day like I do at home. This is so damn twisted. Why is that guy is so fixated on you?”

“He’s crazy. All I did was tell him that his come-on line was weak, and I turned down his offer to dance. There wasn’t even music playing. It was weird. He sat around alone giving me the evil eye until Bridgette and I left the party.”

“He probably had a bad upbringing or maybe a mental illness, something.” My phone dings in my hand. I look down at the message.

Mr. Wood, your phone was used on the dates listed below to text a phone registered to Mollie Pitch. If I can be of further assistance, please contact me. Brad Milling

“I don’t know anybody named Mollie Pitch. I’m sending her name to the detective to see if he can figure out who she is.”

“So now we wait?”

“Yep, now we wait.”

I roll away from her and place both phones on the table next to the bed.

“So, rope play, huh?” I say and tuck my hands behind my head.

“Nothing crazy, I had a boyfriend once who liked to tie me up. He didn’t hang me from the ceiling or anything. Just wrists, ankles sometimes, you know, we played around.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” I roll back onto my side.

“What time are we leaving for the falls?

“We aren’t. I postponed the excursion until tomorrow.”

“Oh, so where is everybody?”

“They went to the beach. Not our beach, but one closer to Serena’s house. They wanted to give us some time alone.”

“I feel like a total idiot. I ruined everyone’s plans for the day, including my own. I was really looking forward to getting some shots of the waterfalls.”

I reach out and tuck a strand of red hair behind her ear.

“The waterfalls will always be there, we can go another day or every day if it makes you happy.”

“You make me happy, but yeah waterfalls, every day, put that on your calendar.”

“Done. You know, I have the strong feeling that I’m late for something, but I can’t remember what it is,” I say, tapping my finger on my chin. “Do you have any ideas?”

“Why yes, I know exactly what you’re late for.”

I watch her straddle my hips and untie the drawstring on my shorts.

“You’re late for a very important date.”

She slips her hands inside my waistband, and I lift my hips to help her pull them off. We both strip off our shirts and toss them aside. I’m about to peel her out of her shorts when she holds out a finger to stop me.

“Just a second.”

I watch as she closes the curtains on the French doors leading onto our private section of the deck. They still swirl and shuffle in the wind, but no one from the beach can see us now.

“I never used to care if anyone saw me having sex. But now that I know someone is out there focused on us, I don’t like the idea of it.”

“Me either, good idea.”

I'm mesmerized by the bounce of her perfect round breasts when she crosses the room back to the bed. My cock is standing at full attention when I shove off my boxer briefs.

I sit up and unbutton her jean shorts, dipping my head to suck on her erect nipple for a moment while I unzip the tiniest zipper I’ve ever unzipped.

I release it and slide my tongue across to show her other one the same attention. She wiggles out of her shorts, and I hear them hit the floor with a soft whoosh. I sit back and pull her between my legs, but not before noticing Thor on her underwear holding his giant hammer over his head.

“First it was Captain America, and now Thor.”

“Yep, the two hottest superheroes.”

“I thought I was your hero.”

“Oh, you are. In fact, I was looking at a website where you can design your own underwear. Pretty soon you’ll be seeing your face when you take my shorts off.” She wiggles her eyebrows, and I can’t tell if she’s messing with me or not.

“That might be a little weird.”

“And a full-grown woman wearing superhero underwear isn’t?”

I tip my head to the side. “Yeah, you got me there. Now let’s get rid of Thor, I have a meeting with a rabbit.”

She laughs, and the sparkling rose of her belly ring twinkles with the movement. She slips off her panties and tosses Thor into the growing pile of clothes next to the bed.

There’s something oddly satisfying about seeing his proud face crumpled in that pile.

Téa presses her knee onto the bed and swings her other leg over, settling her warm pussy right over my cock. Without a word or a kiss or a touch of her hand, she begins to slide her hips up and down, rubbing her slick folds on my length.

I reach up to circle her tiny waist with my hands. One tip of my hips and I would be inside her, but my condoms are in my bag in the bathroom.

“Téa,” I whisper and look toward the bathroom door.

“I’m on the pill.”

I think those are my new favorite words. I lift her up and position her over my cock. Slowly, she impales herself inch by inch until my eyes roll back in my head. The perfection of being bare inside of her with nothing separating us is unreal.

I moan and cup her ass, pushing in deeper. She leans back, placing her hands on my thighs. She drops her head back and her long hair brushes against my legs, causing goose bumps to break out on my legs.

“Okay, I’m good if you are,” I say. In our short time together, we have learned that the first moment of connection during sex is so intense for both of us that we have to pause and regroup for a moment.

“Yeah, ready,” she says, her voice low and sultry. I fucking love her voice when she’s in this zone. It’s thick and heavy with desire. She always sounds like she’s on the verge of coming for me, and maybe she is. I’ve never asked her.

I watch this gorgeous woman work her hips up and down and around in circles, covering my shaft with her liquid arousal. The way her breasts bounce with every thrust makes me feel powerful somehow.

I slide my hand around her hip and circle her pretty jeweled clit with my thumb until she’s digging her fingernails into my thighs, panting to keep from coming. She likes to hold on as long as possible, even though I could make her come over and over all afternoon.

I grab her waist and flip her over so that I’m on top. I slide out, and she whimpers.

“Turn over.”

She does as I ask, and I slide my arm under her belly and lift her onto her knees. When she begins to rise up on her arms, I slide my hand down her damp spine to the middle of her upper back and push her back down gently.

“I want you like this,” I say, leaning back on my heels. With one hand on her ass, I use the other to spread her legs open. She’s an erotic sight with her face on the mattress and her ass up, spread open, wet and ready.

I resist the temptation to slam into her and ride her hard at first. Instead, I drag my finger along her crease starting with the pucker of her ass. She inhales sharply, and I know it’s a reaction of pleasure and not discomfort because she pushes into it instead of cringing away.

I work her from behind with my fingers, circling her clit and penetrating her with two fingers to keep her juices flowing. When I’m losing my mind listening to her little moans and cries, I rise and slide into her deep.

“God yes Nick, that’s so good please …”

I begin a slow, steady rhythm, fucking her long and slow while her hands clench the sheets on the bed tighter and tighter. I circle the pucker of her ass with my thumb while I pick up the pace. When I feel her coiling around me, I slam into her over and over, lifting her knees off the mattress at times, trying to unite us further until we both cry out in ultimate pleasure.

I lower myself down and mold my body with hers.

“I love you, beautiful girl.”

I can feel her smile against my cheek.

“I love you, too.”