Hendrix

 

I found her pout the entire way to our destination amusing.

In the past, that kind of behavior would have turned me off. Made me dump whatever woman I’d picked up for the night at the earliest possibility. But with her, with Beau, I couldn’t do that. Would not.

And it had nothing to do with the contract that now connected us.

Pulling into the valet parking of the marina, I exited without a word and walked swiftly to her door.

A valet, no more than twenty, gaped at my car.

Won’t deny that I was out to impress and lower her walls. After all, I did coerce her into this contract with less than honorable intentions.

Her pussy had made the negotiations for her. Fuck, I’d pay good money and will, just to have that tight little body under my control.

However, my nymph once again didn’t fit into the mold I’d lumped her in. Beau took one look at my car and shrugged, didn’t give a flying one about being picked up in an all-black Bugatti Veyron for dinner.

While our valet salivated, she pouted at being denied.

“Scratch the car, and I’ll see to it you lose your balls,” I snapped at the bumbling fool fidgeting from foot to foot. He snapped to attention and nodded, almost missing the set of keys I’d tossed him before opening the door for Beau.

Fuck, the nymph was out for blood.

In slow motion, and with enough sex appeal to convert a monk into a sinner, she lowered one high-heeled foot onto the pavement below followed by the other. This time, the idiot did drop my keys, and I snapped my eyes toward him and glared.

“I’m sorry,” he squeaked and fumbled once more. Then dropped them again, only to pause on his knees once Beau was out of the car and standing next to me. Tongue-tied, he watched her stop next to me, take one look at him, and then walk toward the keys on the floor.

“Really, Hendrix? Help the poor kid out,” she called from over her shoulder, a touch of annoyance there, and I bet money it had nothing to do with this little predicament. It had everything to do with the swollen pink kitty between her thighs.

Beau bent at the waist, and I almost swallowed my tongue. Right at the back, at the center of her skirt, there was a split that was high enough to give me a subtle peek at her panties beneath.

Lace. Purple. Cheekies.

“Stand up,” left me on a pained grunt, the sound near animalistic and she bolted upright. Even standing straight and with her back to me, she was a temptress in this black little number. It molded over every delicate curve of her frame. “Walk back over to me.”

Without a word of complaint, she did as I asked, her long, light brown hair moving across her shoulders with each step while her hips swayed to a rhythm only she heard.

Our valet groaned behind us while Beau bit her lip in amusement.

She was asking for it. Played with fire.

My hand snaked around her waist and pulled her in close. Closer. Left no space between her chest and mine. “Watch it, nymph.”

“Nope.”

“We’re going to be late.” Eying her mouth, I leaned in, hovering over her cherry red lips. Her exhale on my own held a light sweetness to it.

“Nope.”

“That’s it.” One hand at her nape and the other around her waist, I kissed her. Bit down on their plumpness while biting back a groan. That taste uniquely hers exploded across every taste bud—fucked with my mind and I devoured her.

Took possession of the kiss like a madman, high on her. She yielded to my abuse, whimpered at every caress of my tongue over hers. Trusted me enough to let me lead, until a throat cleared.

Beau tensed, but didn’t move to step out of my embrace. Kept her eyes on mine while I pulled back to look toward our intruder.

It was a crew member, and he looked nervous. “We are ready to depart when you are, sir.”

“Lead the way.” My eyes wandered over to the open-mouthed valet and narrowed. “Not a scratch.”

Without waiting for his reply, I followed the crew member with nymph’s hand in mine. The closer to our private sail boat dinner we got, the more excited she became.

Released a tiny squeal that made me smile.

It felt so normal to be out with her like this. Like any other normal couple.

“Hendrix?” She squeezed my bicep to get my attention, and I looked down. “How am I getting on that thing in these?”

Raising one leg, she extended it out in demonstration, but all I saw was the tanned, toned flesh. That, and a tiny bit of the slit at the back.

No one will see what belongs to me. Price paid, I own it.

“Stay still. Don’t squirm,” I grunted, frustrated at my reactions to her, and swept her up in my arms. Walked her right over the small plank used for an entrance and down one step into the dining area set for two.

“You can let me go now.” Breathless, she seemed flushed. Eyes bright and excited. “I’m a bit heavy for you.”

“Come again.” At my glare she pursed her lips, which I nipped. “Act like the sweet girl I know you are. I don’t want to spank you on our first date.”

Green eyes wide, she pressed a finger to the spot I bit. “Promise?”

“Always.” With her in my arms, I walked us to the bench a few steps from the dining table and set her down. Left her watching me with curious eyes while I grabbed the bottle of champagne set out to chill and popped the cork.

Her giggle was delightful, a sound I wanted to hear again.

“Aren’t we supposed to have dinner first?” Brow arched, she looked at the small plate of cheese and fruit I carried along with two flutes and the open bottle. “Or are you looking to get me tipsy?”

“I make the rules.” Nothing else needed to be explained. Beau took the glass I offered and sipped. Licked her pouty bottom lip to catch the drop that escaped. Won’t deny that I watched her movements like a hawk. “Make room for me.”

Nymph tried to move a bit further down, but that wasn’t what I had in mind. Instead, I set the flute and platter down, so I could pick her up and then place her back on my lap. Her back to my chest. My arms wrapped around her midsection as a small horn announced our departure from the marina.

We were setting sail toward a nighttime guide of the city’s skyline, a romantic view of Islamorada at night, and end back here right before twelve a.m. for a private firework display.

I might be a dick, but she’d be taken care of by me.

The city’s large buildings came into focus then, all lit up in an array of light. She snuggled in closer while taking another sip from her glass, and I followed her lead.

Together we drank half the bottle before reaching the start of the seven-mile bridge.

“So, tell me about yourself, Miss Carter. Likes and dislikes.” It was almost painful to hold in my laugh at how her eyes narrowed. “What makes you tick?”

“That’s a question that might require a lengthy reply.” Turning sideways in my lap, she curled her arm around the back of my neck. Fingers playing with the short hairs there. “You ready to sit here and be bored by that mumbo jumbo?”

This time I laughed. “Find that hard to believe, nymph.”

“Tit for tat?” she whispered before kissing my cheek. “If I bleed, so do you. Embarrassing anecdotes get you extra points.”

“Deal.” Bullshit.

A waiter came out then, in his hands a large tray which he set on a little station near the table. Salad, a lobster bisque, and our entrees of Pan-seared scallops atop a bed of lemon caper pasta.

Candles were lit and our glasses refilled.

Then they were gone. Instructed to not bother us unless I called for them.

“Who goes first?” Beau’s slim fingers pulled my face toward hers. “Ladies, or not so gentlemen?”

“Favorite food?” I made it easy. This first round would be gentle. Lifting her a bit, I eased us down toward the one side of the table that used the bench-style couches as seating. Sat her beside me with one thigh draped over mine.

That little black dress had ridden up high enough to gift me a view of the inner thighs I wished to lick.

She eyed the pasta dish with a smile. “I’m a proud seafood lover. Scallops or salmon being my favorites. Doesn’t matter how you cook them, I’m in.”

I pulled her plate to sit in front of her. “Dig in.”

“Okay, but you need to answer the same question.” She twirled a piece of pasta around her fork and brought it up to her mouth. Then she parted those plump lips and paused, a wicked glint in her eye. “That, and favorite sexual position.”

Had I not swallowed my drink, I would have choked.

So that’s how the minx wants to play.

“Anything Creole...” I said, then paused, no need to delve deeper “...and you bent over any available surface while I mount you. Take that sweet little pussy fast and hard.”

That fork she held mid bite fell back onto her plate. Beau gaped at me with a mixture of embarrassment and want. Beautiful girl had no idea whether she should be mortified or aroused.

“Seriously?” Another breathy whine.

“Did I stutter?”

“You’re impossible, Hendrix.”

“All your fault.” Skimming her thigh, I teased the soft skin just outside her panties. Could feel the heat coming from her core—coat my fingertips in her wetness. “Now answer the same. Plus, I’ll raise you with the first time you came.”

“Reverse cowgirl.” She reached for her champagne, drained the rest in one go, and held out her glass to me for a refill. Her cheeks were flushed, breathing a tiny bit labored. “Nothing better than feeling a man powerless beneath you while you drive him wild. Take your pleasure while he writhes, and then, when you fall over that edge, he fucks you with every bit of the pent-up frustration he has.”

My heart beat hard inside my chest, and it was for a different reason. Jealousy burned me at the thought of her with anyone else. Ate me alive.

Beau fucked with my mind.

“That’s enough for now.” I could barely recognize my own voice. Anger tinged my tone, and she tried to pull away. Remove her legs from its resting place over mine. “Let’s enjoy our meal and continue after. There’s still plenty of time for me to learn about your first solo experience.”

“It was tenth grade and I was home alone. My sister had a porn stash she kept for her boyfriend at the time,” she blurted out, cheeks now red from embarrassment. “And I know you said wait, but I’d rather get it out of the way. Band-Aid effect.”

“Okay.”

“So basically, I found the old VHS and took it to my room. Mimicked the blonde on the video touching herself. It was all new and felt too good to stop, barely got the first knuckle in when I came.”

Ire from before all but vanished.

Found it disturbingly sweet that she’d share just to ease the tension.

“Eat, sweetheart.” I wasn’t going to make fun of her, and once she realized that, she began to eat again. For the next fifteen minutes no sounds were heard other than crashing waves and the wind as it pushed against the sails.

It was nice not having to fill the silence with mundane chit chat. The quiet was comfortable; enjoyable with someone beside you that understood how the saying silence is golden was true.

“Can’t eat another bite,” Beau groaned before popping half of the last scallop on the plate in her mouth. “Please, no dessert.”

“Agreed.” Just as my fork was set across my plate, the waitstaff entered and emptied the table. I moved back to my original spot, where I placed her on my lap earlier.

From the corner of my eye she watched me.

“We have an array of cakes—” one waiter began, but stopped at the look of abject horror that crossed my companion’s face. “Or maybe not.”

Nodding, I waved them off and just as quick as they came, they disappeared. Alone again.

“It’s so beautiful out here.” Green eyes wandered over the vast water and night sky. Out here, the stars were brighter and the air cooler.

Beau shivered a tiny bit.

“Come here, nymph.” Widening my legs, I opened my arms and waited. This was a minute olive branch; cuddling was not my thing. Not even with...

“Always so warm,” she moaned low and settled on my lap, head on my shoulder. “And smell so good.”

“This coming from the woman I want to eat on a constant basis?” It had its desired effect, and she giggled. Nestled closer as we turned around after seeing the beautiful night lights at Islamorada.

Just like with dinner we remained quiet, but this time hands wandered.

A tug at the back of my hair while she twirled a lock.

My hands caressing her thigh, arm, the underside of her perky breast with each soothing stroke of my fingertips on her soft skin.

We were lulled into a serene moment; drunk on relaxation and full stomachs until an acquaintance of mine approached us as we disembarked.

Old, portly, and bald, the owner of this private charter was a dick. A chauvinist. “Kantor, always good to see you.” Lied through my teeth, but I used him enough with certain clientele to get them on board with my ideas. Had to act civilized even though I knew what was coming would cost me.

“Hendrix, likewise.” Kantor raised a trembling hand to shake mine. “I hope everything was to your expectations tonight.” As he spoke, his beady eyes wandered over Beau lecherously, and I pulled her behind me.

“It was.”

“Can see why...” Kantor whistled, then made a kissing gesture with his fingers “...much prettier than the last one, too. She was so serious. Boring.”

“Enough.” Seventy-four or not, I’d lay his ass out if it came to it. No one spoke ill about her. Never her.

“Lighten up, kid. Just a harmless joke.” Fucker knew what buttons to push, mentioning my past mistake when I couldn’t react. At my glare he snickered. “She’s not offended. Are you, sweets?”

“No. Not at all by men I don’t know,” came from behind me, her voice sure. Beau pulled her hand from mine then and stepped around me. Created a separation, which didn’t feel right. “So, if you’ll excuse me, I’ll wait for you in the car, Parker.”

“Feisty.”

“Back the fuck off, Kantor. Last warning.”

“Welcome back to the land of the living, Parker.” The son of a bitch laughed once more and clapped me on the back of my shoulder as he passed. He’d just set foot on the boat, when he paused. Eyes on mine, he stared me down with a serious expression so out of character for him. “Don’t lose her.”