Chapter 19

 

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With the windows open, the salty breeze blows over my skin, cooling me as I stretch out next to Annie. I’m not really sure how we ended up here—how a picnic of take-out on the beach in front of my condo evolved into me carrying her back here to my bed.

But I’m cool with it. I’m completely cool with it.

“Remind me to get you coconut shrimp again, if this is what it does to you,” I say, tracing my hand along the side of her and remembering that first time she ate it with me, and we wound up in each other’s arms on the beach.

“For the record, I don’t think it’s the shrimp.” She smiles as she pushes me onto my back. “It’s you.”

My cock should be in a deep slumber considering what we’ve managed to do this afternoon, but it’s immediately awakened by the pressure of her against me again.

What she does to me.

Stretched out on top of me, her head lolls to the side and she looks out my sliding glass door. With an attached lanai, I easily have the best view of the three bedrooms in our condo. Dodger took the room with the lesser view in exchange for the office. Fen’s got the biggest room to hold all the aircraft memorabilia because pilots love to collect crap, apparently. But I got the best room. From the second floor of our condo, no one outside can see me lying in my bed, but I can still see the ocean, even the occasional humpback breaching in the distance.

Like right now.

“Oh my God!” Annie shrieks, rising up from my body as she spots one breaching into the air. “How do you ever leave your bed with a view like this?”

I chuckle. “You remind me of my cousin’s wife. She’s crazy about humpbacks.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Cassidy Sheridan. She’s a model and—”

Her eyes widen. “I know her. I mean, I’ve seen her. Well, everyone’s seen her. That’s right, she married some billionaire guy…”

“…with the name Sheridan. Yep. That’s one of my cousins.”

She shakes her head. “I keep forgetting about who your family is.”

“Good. I’d rather you judge me for who I am.”

“And who you are is pretty spectacular, Cam Sheridan.”

“Right back atcha, baby,” I say, daring to threaten her view of the whales by nudging her onto her back. I can’t resist. I like the feel of her beneath me. “And I might end up with a billionaire girl in my life, too, once you get this babysitting business started.”

She giggles. “Babysitters generally don’t become billionaires.”

“I disagree,” I say, kissing her neck, her breast, her belly, and yep, my cock is already primed and ready for action again. I can’t help looking at the clock on my nightstand. This is record-breaking.

“Why do you disagree?” She sucks in her words when I dip my tongue into her perfect navel.

“Oh, I can see you making it a success here on the island and then franchising. Think about it. Polynesian-themed babysitting wherever you want. Let the kids think they’re on vacation for a fraction of the cost. You could take the business with you when things settle down on the mainland and you leave.” I feel a void in my chest when I say it, even though I shouldn’t.

 “Okay. Maybe I’ll be a millionaire off of it,” she concedes, laughing, with disbelief still in her tone. “Not a billionaire though. Right now, I’d settle for being a thousand-aire.”

As much as I want to taste her again, I lift my lips from her. “I’m going to make you the best website you’ve ever seen.”

“You really think it won’t look weird without my last name?”

“It will be great. Take my word for it. I’m pretty good at this, you know. I can develop a mobile app for you, too, so it’ll be easy to book hours. That might be good since most of your clients will be on the road, away from their desktops.”

She looks at me with disbelief. “You can really do that?”

“I know it’s hard to believe I’m capable of doing anything but mixing a mai tai. But yes, and I’m good at it.” I reach for my phone to show her the app for my company.

A grin slides upward on her cheeks as she explores it with a few more taps. “You did this? It’s so professional.”

“It better be. My advertisers are paying top dollar to be on it. I used to sell the app, you know? But then about one year in, I realized I’d make more money by giving it away for free and selling advertising on it.”

“How did you learn all this in the military?”

I chuckle. “I took classes online. It was kind of my hobby. This woman on TV—Vi Owens-Shey—one of my cousins knows her really well. She’s an investment guru—a pundit on most of the financial networks.”

“I think I’ve heard of her,” she says.

“I met her at my cousin’s wedding a while back. She told me, if you want to make it in this world, pick a hobby that makes you an income. I really took it to heart. Then, when the idea for a rental site for the military came to me, I was ready. Now it pulls in a good six figures on advertising.”

Her head lurches upward, the same way it did for the whale a few moments ago.

“You make six figures on advertising?”

“I saw a hole in a market and I filled it. Just the same as you’re going to be doing. This thing could really take off, Annie.”

She nibbles her lip again, and I envy her because I’d love to do the same to that lip right now.

“How is it that a day ago I felt like my life was falling apart?” she ponders. “Yet today, I feel like there might be hope for me yet.” Her head lops to the side again, looking out to the ocean, and I know instinctively what she’s hoping to see.

“You know…” I roll her onto her side so that she’s facing the water with me behind her, “I know a way to make watching for whales even more enticing.” My cock twitches against her backside as I reach my hand around her to toy with the narrow strip of curls I love.

“You do?” Her purr is a tease.

“I do.” I dip my eager fingers into her moisture and bring it back up to her clit.

“You feel so good,” she whispers.

I’d tell her the same, but my mouth is already busy, kissing her neck, her shoulders, her back. I need her again. Now.

My fingers explore the moist skin beneath the curls that shield that sweet bud I love to play with. Her clit is amazing to me, the power of it, the way it’s like a button I press and get to go on a ride. I get harder just thinking about it, about how her eyes glaze over when I rub her like this. My fingers slide down to her moisture, and I slip a finger inside her. Her channel tightens around me, so ready for me already. I slip another inside her, stretching her. But my cock wants to stretch her more.

It pains me to roll away from her, to grab one of the condoms on my nightstand. I want to slide into her with nothing between us. I want to spill into her, claim her completely. I know I’m safe and I’m pretty sure she is. But I also don’t imagine she’s on the pill and as much as the idea of planting a kid inside of her is a strange turn-on to me right now, it doesn’t quite mesh with my no-strings-attached policy. So I sheath myself.

“Enjoying the view, baby?” My voice is thick with need as I fold a pillow and put it between her bended legs, giving me a hell of a view.

She only whimpers her response, shuddering when I massage the wet slit that beckons me. My hand slides further between her legs and I feel that nub again, then back to her entry. I steal some of her juices on my fingertip and bring it to my mouth. “You taste so fucking good.”

A gasp escapes her. And I haven’t even slid inside her yet.

I love watching her body from this angle, watching her ass cheeks tighten up with raw desire, then relax, then tighten again.

A breeze flutters in from the sea, caressing our skin.

“I like it like this,” she murmurs.

“Windows open. Broad daylight. Is that how you like it?”

I slide inside of her and she rewards my cock with an immediate squeeze from her core.

“Maybe I do. No one can see us from this angle, though.”

No kidding. My condo does have some restrictions. “Might be some guy on a boat out there with binoculars who’s rubbing one out while he watches us.”

She sputters a laugh. “You just killed the mood.”

I slide in deeper and feel her gasp slightly from the invasion at this new angle. “Doesn’t feel like I killed it,” I reply.

I move my hand to her breast and give a squeeze as I rock her body. I love the way her nipples respond, tightening up into tiny pebbles that I just want to nip.

But not at this angle I won’t. So I take the consolation prize, gently nibbling her shoulder.

“That tickles.”

I grin. “Which? This?” I nip her again. “Or this?” I thrust and can feel the climax brewing deep inside her as I do.

A long, lusty sigh escapes her. “I forgot.”

She’s so tight, so wet, it’s all I can do to not flip her on her belly and take what I need. But instead, I move myself slowly, letting the passion in her build. I want to feel her come around me again. Just as much as I want to satisfy myself.

My hand eases lower, first to her belly, then, fighting the allure of touching her clit again and bringing her to a quick climax, I decide to prolong it, and grip her hip, moving her right along with me.

Her neck arches backward, writhing like a vixen. From this angle she’s helpless; she can’t pull me in deeper. I’m in complete control of how much she gets of me.

My fingers roam from her hip to her breast and back again, massaging the soft skin between my fingertips till she’s pink from friction. She grabs my hand, and moves it down to the center of her need, and I know she can’t wait any longer.

Ditto for me.

I stroke her, gently at first, readying her, and then harder as I thrust into her again and again. Her body rocks in front of me as I drive into her, and her folds clamp onto me.

“Harder,” she begs. And I take the order like any Ranger would, fucking her deep and hard until I can feel her start to quake.

I could do this forever. I’m almost convinced of it because I’m so unwilling for it to end. But I want to feel it—that synchronicity I feel every time I’m with her. So I plunge one last time into her, as every nerve in my body cries out for satisfaction. Her name escapes my lips as I shatter behind her, cock throbbing, pulse racing, skin slick with sweat.

Then, when I have to slide out of her, I realize I’m incomplete without her.

And that terrifies me.