Caught in the Undertow (Hawaiian Crush #6) (2 page)

Sydney watched him
, her fingers running through his hair.

Coen stood up then kissed her breasts, sucking each nipple. He loved the taste of her skin, always so sweet and delicious. His hands gripped her waist, holding her steady. When they were home in the evenings, she belonged to him exclusively. He dominated her, fulfilled all of his fantasies.
He came back up then cupped her cheek, staring into her eyes. When he saw the desire and love burn in them, he knew she was wet down below. He brushed his lips against hers, making her moan quietly, waiting for him to kiss her. Coen loved teasing her. He leaned in and kissed her lips, feeling the burn on his mouth.

Sydney breathed into him, panting because she wanted more. Coen always touched her in just the right way, made her more excited than she ever felt. She never grew tired of being with him. After they got married, she wondered if the sex would die.
If it would grow cold and repetitive. Somehow it got hotter, sexier. She was glad they didn’t have any neighbors, otherwise they would have gotten a lot of complaints by now.

Sydney grabbed his shirt and pulled it off, revealing the chest and stomach she loved so much. Coen continued his job as a personal trainer and his body was toned and fine just as it was before. She loved running her hands down, feeling the grooves and mounds of muscle. Her breathing increased the longer she felt him and kissed him. Somehow he made her crumble. She was on the verge of coming from the act alone.

Coen picked her up, kissing her the entire way, and led her into their bedroom. They replaced Sydney’s small bed and got a king size mattress, large enough for them to roll around on. He placed her at the edge of the bed then grabbed her legs, unbuttoning her jeans. Sydney was so hot for him that she kicked them off quickly.

Coen smiled when he saw her enthusiasm. “You miss me, baby?”

“Hmmm…”

He moved on top of her, his
fingers gripping the fabric of her thong. She received a lot of lingerie for her bridal shower and Coen loved seeing her wear them all. He’d never seen anything so sexy in his life. He pulled them off slowly, making her whimper in anticipation.

Sydney grabbed his shorts and boxers and pulled them off, his cock popping out. She moaned when she
saw it, grabbing it by the shaft. She loved how big and thick he was. His size always hit her the right way. When they first made love, she didn’t think she could handle him. Now she took him like a pro every time.

Coen leaned over her and pulled her further up the bed. He looked down at her while he held himself over her. She spread her legs, wrapping them around his wais
t. She wanted to feel him so much, she thought she would scream. If she didn’t make love to her husband, she went crazy. She needed it every single day otherwise her routine was off. The morning sex and evening sex were a ritual.

Coen kissed her gently, feeling her tongue against his. Her lips were still gaping open when he pulled away, moving down to her hip.
He kissed the tattoo, his tongue moving across the blue seahorse. It symbolized him, making her belong to him forever. Even when he couldn’t see it under her clothes, the memory of it made him hot. He never thought tattoos were particularly sexy, but it was the hottest thing in the fucking world to him. Sydney was such a good girl, always following the rules. The fact that she broke one of them for him made him tremble.

Sydney gripped h
is hair while he kissed her hip, treasuring the tattoo she got for him. It was hidden from the entire world under her clothes, making it exclusively his when they were alone. Their sexual relationship had escalated even higher since she got it. Coen finished then came back to her, his heavy cock leaning against her stomach. She wanted to feel him inside of her so much, she’d beg if she had to. His cock was nirvana for her. She grabbed his forearm then brought it to her lips, kissing the tattoo of the green seahorse he had. The image was large, taking up his whole forearm, and she loved seeing it on him. It was the way he saw her, his life partner, and he wanted the whole world to know who his mate for life was. It was the sweetest gesture he ever made. He didn’t even tell her he was doing it. Coen just came home with it on his arm. Coen watched her kiss his skin, seeing the love and adoration in her eyes.

He pulled his arm away then moved further over her, separating her legs. She breathed a sigh of pleasure, happy that she was finally going to feel him. Coen felt his dick twitch at the sight. Seeing the need in his wife’s eyes was the hottest thing he’d ever seen. She was silently begging him, pulling his waist toward her. He thought he was obsessed with sex but Sydney was a million times worse than he was. If she didn’t get her daily dose of morning and evening sex, she was moody.

“Coen, come on…”

“You want me to make love to you?”

“Please,” she begged. She ran her fingers through his hair then pressed her breasts against his chest, rocking against him gently. “I’ll beg, I’ll plead,” she whispered.

His cock twitched again. “My wife never has to beg me.”

“Then stop making me wait.”

He pressed his head inside
her, stretching her slightly.

Sydney was already moaning, loving the feel of him.

Coen moved in slowly, taking his time as he moved all the way inside.

“God yes!”

He rocked into her gently, pressing his face close to hers. When he stared into her eyes, he saw everything that he loved about the world. She made him feel whole and complete, repaired after all the damage that happened to him. He never thought falling in love would fix all his problems. And being married was the best thing that ever happened to him. Somehow he wanted her more, found her even more attractive, and felt his heart hurt every time he looked at her. He was happier than he ever thought he could.

Sydney gripped his shoulders as she felt him move inside her. Every thrust felt right, hitting her in just the right way. Her husband knew her body better than she did. He always knew what she liked, when to push her, and what sent her over the edge. She spread her legs wider apart, wanting it harder and faster. Coen delivered, rocking into her from above. She dug her nails into his skin, enjoying everything he was doing to her body. The orgasm started as soon as he entered her, just as it always did. When she felt it burn between her legs, Coen pressed his hand against her clitoris and rubbing her aggressively, making her skin
burn in euphoria.

“Coen…Coen.”

He kept up the pace. His hands pinned back her legs and he thrust into her with even strokes, pushing himself all the way inside until he pulled out. She was wet like she always was, giving just the right amount of friction for him to enjoy their lovemaking. When he stared down at her, he saw her face flush red. Her nipples hardened. The feel of her insides was so good, so smooth. He was always caught off guard by how good it felt. He knew it was because he was madly in love with Sydney, the heart and soul of his world.

Sydney gripped his forearms. “Don’t stop.”

“You know I always make you come hard.”

“I’m almost there…”

He pressed his lips against her, kissing her gently. “I love you, seahorse.”

“Oh…yeah.”

Coen stared at her, fascinated by the sight. He loved watching her cum. It was the best porn he’d ever seen. When he watched her mouth gape open and her eyes shine bright, he felt his body tense then relax as he came inside her. Knowing he was releasing a part of him within her always made the orgasm a million times better. He moved into her harder and faster, wanting to release as much as he could. “Baby…”

She rolled her head back and caught her breath. “That was good.”

“Thank you. I aim to please.”

Sydney ran her hands down his chest, lightly touching him.

“I love watching you come.”

“Me too.”

He leaned down and kissed her neck, licking the sweat from her skin. “I love you, wifey.”

She smiled. “I love you too, hubby.”

“I’m so glad my wife has such a nice body.”

She rolled her eyes. “And has a great personality.”

“Yeah whatever,” he said with a smile. “Now let’s get to bed.”

“I need to study and take care of a few things.”

“No.”

“No?”

“You heard me. And I don’t have an accent so you understood me.”

“Coen—”

“You go to school and work all day. When you come home to me, you’re mine. Everything else can wait.”

She stared at him. “I have responsibilities.”

“And spending time with your husband is important, if not the most important one.”

Sydney sighed. “I’m sorry. I really don’t mean to be a workaholic.”

“I know you’re passionate about what you do. That’s fine with me. But I want to have dinner with you at night, watch TV, and hold you. The time we have together is precious to me. I don’t expect you to spend all your time with me, but I better get at least two hours.”

“Okay,” she said quietly.

“Now let’s go to bed. Unless you have an exam in the morning, it can wait.”

She pulled back the covers and snuggled under the sheets. Coen came beside her and wrapped her in his arms. His large body acted as a natural heater, warming up the sheets and the enclosed space. Coen rested his face close to hers, his lips near her ear. He stared at her for a while before he closed his eyes.

“Goodnight, baby.”

“You’re amazing in bed,” she mumbled.

He chuckled lightly. “Because you make it easy.”

She mumbled again but he couldn’t decipher her incoherent rambling. He fell asleep a few moments later, his wife held in his arms.

2

When Sydney walked into the cafeteria, she saw Ren and Henry sitting at their table.

“Hey,” she said as she sat down.

“Where’s your other half?” Henry asked.

Sydney shrugged. “He’s probably talking to a professor.”

“Do you guys have a class together?” Ren asked.

“We have molecular biology.”

Henry cringed. “I bet Coen is cheating off you.”

Sydney laughed. “He wishes.”

Henry laughed. “Just because he’s married to you
doesn’t mean he gets the hookup.”

“Coen is actually very smart, smarter than me,” Sydney said.

Henry rolled his eyes. “Sure…”

“I’m being serious,” Sydney said. “I spend hours studying the material. He sits in class once and just gets it. I’m so jealous.”

“Why?” Henry said. “You study the material so you’ll know it forever. He probably forgets everything in a few semesters.”

Sydney shook her head. “I know Coen acts like a stupid caveman that doesn’t know his nose from his ass, but he’s really smart. That asshole personality blocks it out.”

“I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or not,” Coen said from behind her. “It was masked with a lot of insults.”

Sydney turned around, giving him her brightest smile. “It was meant to be a compliment.”

His eyes narrowed at her. “I’m sure…” He sat down and put her lunch in front of her, a Caesar salad with no chicken.

Ren smiled. “That’s sweet. You still bring her lunch even though you’re married.”

“Why would it change?” Coen asked.

“Well, you got the girl. You don’t need to keep up the act,” Ren said.

“I still want sex,” Coen said. “You have to put a quarter in the vending machine to get a candy bar.”

Sydney eyed him. “Are you comparing me to a
vending machine
?”

Coen laughed. “It’s a metaphor.”

“It wasn’t very romantic,” Sydney said.

“Well, we don’t always make love. Sometimes we just fuck like animals.”

Sydney rolled her eyes. “Okay. That’s enough. I don’t want Henry and Ren to throw up.”

“If they haven’t already, we’re good.”

Sydney turned back to Henry. “How’s school?”

“It’s
good,” he said. “I got a compliment on my paper from the president of the university.”

“Cool,” Sydney said. “What was it about?”

“How students can lower the cost of college with a few tips,” Henry explained. “And I love writing. I’ll never pick up penguin poop again.”

“What’s wrong with penguin poop?” Andre asked as he approached the table.

Henry smiled. “You and both know we hate those assholes.”

Andre sat down and opened his sandwich.
“Those birds are my arch nemeses. I’ll be the victor in this battle.”

“What battle?” Sydney asked. “I never had any problems with them.”

“You didn’t?” Henry asked.

“No,” Sydney said. “They were really sweet. They would eat the fish out of my hands.”

Henry and Andre both glared at her.

“What?” she asked.

“Forget it,” Henry said.

Derek and Paola approached the table.

Derek pulled out the chair for her then kissed her on the forehead. “What would you like, baby?”