Consumed (Rockstar Romance) (Lost in Oblivion, 3.5) (13 page)

Kim untied the apron and opened the door. “C’mon in. I turned on the fans to get some air moving in here. It’s been very humid the last few nights. Brian brought the catamaran out of storage. It’s docked on the beach.”

“You are amazing. I didn’t even think about the boat. That’s exactly what we need.”

Catamaran?
That was a fancy kind of boat, wasn’t it? He pulled out his phone and did a quick search. Oh, man. Now that’s exactly what he needed. He could happily live here. He was still scrolling through pictures as Kim and Margo talked about sheets, linens, food, and people they knew.

He wandered through the space. The place was small and huge at the same time. Vaulted ceilings made the living area look twice as large as it was. It was completely open with ocean blue chairs and a long couch that filled one area and rolled into an open kitchen with a marble slab of a table delineating the kitchen and the living room. A wide screen TV was bolted to the wall. He turned to look up and saw the loft bedroom.

More stained glass speared color all over the hardwood and brightly colored rugs. All the walls were white and more pine framed out the arches allowing the church lines to work within the home. It was pretty spectacular.

He felt a little weird about the fact that he was going to be having a whole lot of sex in a house that was formerly holy. Because it certainly wouldn’t be now.

Kim waved. “Nice to meet you, Simon.”

He crossed to the front door where more marble made one helluva entrance. He leaned down and kissed the woman on each cheek. She looked up at him and tapped his cheek playfully. “You make sure you give that girl some fun, you got me?”

Simon nodded with a wide smile.

“Good.”

Margo came up beside him and tucked herself under his arm. Surprised and pleased, he gathered her in. “Thanks so much, Kim. I’ve missed this place.”

“Brian and I have missed you too. I put my number by the phone. Just let me know if you need anything.”

“Thank you.”

They closed the door and Simon swooped her up into his arms.

“Simon!”

“Time to christen,” he mouthed.

“What?” She laughed and hung onto his neck. He mouthed it again, but she shook her head that she didn’t understand. He headed for the steps to the loft. She’d figure it out.

“Our stuff,” she said.

He ignored her and carried her up the stairs.

M
argo woke
the next morning to a tangle of sheets and Simon’s head using her ass as pillow. They’d managed to haul their belongings in after dark. They’d brought the cooler of food in after the first round of lovemaking.

Getting her brains screwed out in her parents’ bed had been a little weird at first. By the third round, she was more worried about staying hydrated between bouts of crazy Simon sex. He was relentless and hilarious.

He turned a scratchy cheek along her very naked, very exposed rear cheek. His hand smoothed up the back of her thigh and she buried her face in her pillow as he dragged a knuckle between her legs. How could he want more?

She hissed and arched her lower back as his tongue swiped over the skin between her butt and her thigh. Simon was an attentive, all-inclusive lover. Nothing was off limits to his touch and his tongue. When he nibbled his way up the curve of her hip to her lower back, she sighed as he settled on top of her.

Slow, easy, and immersive…he quietly settled inside of her. She stretched and opened for him as he rolled his hips to do the work with short thrusts. His lips slid along her shoulder blades to her neck and he drew her legs together so he could cage her on the bed.

The muscles of his arms flexed beside hers as he propped himself up enough not to squish her, but not enough that she couldn’t feel every square inch of his skin. His nipple rings rubbed against her back lightly and she wanted to flip over and tug on them until his blue eyes went wild.

But Simon had other plans.

And all of them meant she needed to lay there and take each and every thrust.

She pushed the pillow out of her way as the little thrusts became more maddening. Red and blue swirls danced across the white sheets from the stained glass. They blurred and fuzzed with each roll of his hips as he drove her closer to the edge.

Simon had an amazing way of taking her body places she had no idea it could go. Right now, they were skidding from sleepy orgasm to him being a maddening tease. He knew how to draw it out and make her scream for it.

She didn’t want to give him that satisfaction this morning. She’d done that enough the night before and at sunrise.

She liked when he let go and drove her into the mattress or wall. Sleepy sex had its place, but she preferred it in the dark. She rolled her hips in counterpoint to his and the huff of his breath on her neck changed.

Yes.

That’s what she wanted. She tried to concentrate on tightening around him from the inside, to show him just how much she could tease him back. He rose higher on his knees and he canted back for a deeper stroke. She pressed her forehead into the mattress and tried to hold out.

“God.”

He bit her shoulder and she circled her hips again. His breath went harsh along her ear as she pressed up onto her elbows and turned her head to find his lips. She bit down on his lower lip and met his bright blue eyes. The frame of dark lashes made the silver look just a little wild.

He had eyes like a Siberian Husky. So silvery blue and beautiful.

“Simon.”

His eyes brightened and fired. He always reacted so strongly when she said his name. Like he longed to hear it on her lips.

She didn’t break their stare. “Harder. I need you deeper,” she said on a ragged moan. She wasn’t sure how long she could hold out. But she wanted to see him go over. His focus never shifted and his hips never stopped. A drop of sweat slid around his temple and down the scruff of his cheekbone to his lip. She caught it with her tongue and couldn’t hold on any longer. She crashed into the mattress and his fingers laced through hers as he slammed into her.

“God, yes.”

Her thighs shook as she tried to hold them together, knowing it would vise around him at the same time. She cried out his name and a litany of other swear words and mumbles to God. The fact that the house was a former church seemed even worse. But she didn’t care. She was careening headlong into a wave of release.

He rolled her onto her side and peeled her open. The friction had been enough but his masterful fingers on her throbbing clit ended her. The wave became a curtain of black as she shuddered and screamed.

The next thing she knew he was pinning her to the bed with his thigh over hers and his breath coming in pants against her back.

Sweet God, she’d actually blacked out.

She looked over her shoulder and he was grinning up at the stained glass cross above the bed.

“Shut up.”

His chest shook in a silent laugh and she pushed him off her.

“Don’t gloat. It’s unbecoming.”

He rolled onto his side, blissfully naked and totally uncaring. The man didn’t have a modest bone in his body. The fact that she wanted to crawl back against him and soak in his nakedness made her roll off the mattress.

No way was she giving in to him again.

Not now.

He inched his arm across the sheets to her and she slapped his hand. He only grinned wider and she threw a pillow at him. “Beach.” She winced at her sweat-slick skin. “Shower, then beach.”

He bounded off the bed and tucked her under his arm as he dragged her intro the bathroom. They fought over the meager trickle of water from the showerhead and she gave up on shampooing her hair about halfway through the shower. It didn’t matter if her hair was clean. They were going to be full of salt and sand in an hour.

She managed to keep her towel long enough to dry off before Simon chased her around the bed. A little beachy air and he was full of energy. She only had to put on her red bikini twice before she got on a cover-up. He was much too fast with the hooks and ties of a bathing suit.

They brought a cooler with water, tea, and fruit, as well as a pile of towels.

When he pushed his feet into flip flops, she shook her head. “Not on this path, pal.”

He frowned and picked up his board, scrawling:
I can walk in these things anywhere.

“I’m not carrying your ass back up the mountain after. Sneakers.”

He bent at the waist with an exaggerated sigh and stuffed his feet into running shoes before tucking his board away into the cooler bag.

“You’ll thank me.” She pushed him out the door, hiking an oversized beach bag on her shoulder. She pointed him toward the trees and a small path. He looked down and then back at her.

“Holy fuck,” he mouthed. He turned his baseball cap around backwards and grabbed for a tree on the incline.

“See?” She’d done this path a million times as a girl. There was nothing to do but use the forward momentum to speed down. Simon slipped twice and she used footholds to slow them both twice. But once they got to the bottom, there was nothing but sand and the dock.

He turned his hat around and opened his arms. He scooped up a branch and wrote in the sand:
Are you fucking kidding me with this?

She grinned and pointed to the catamaran on the dock and he grabbed her hand, dragging her over to the water. He hopped on one foot to flip his sneakers off and climbed onto the wide wooden dock.

She rolled her eyes and scooped up his shoes, tucking them into her bag. The dark stain of the dock had faded with years in the sun, but the catamaran was sleek and gorgeous in the same blue and white she remembered.

Brian and Kim kept their gear in amazing shape. The wide fin-like supports of the ship gleamed in the sun and water chopped under the wide screen of netting between them. God, she’d missed this ship.

She smoothed her hand over the pontoon.
Mozart Dreams
. She’d named it when she was seven. One of the few times she’d seen her father get a little misty was when they’d sat together to paint the name on. It was a simple design, made for family and for relaxing.

There were others out there for racing and sporting events, but this had been her favorite place for a lot of years. Stretching out, watching schools of fish through the clear water under her as she baked in the sun for hours.

That was what she wanted for Simon—this bit of island happiness.

She climbed aboard and checked the small forward hull. Simon jumped on after her, not an ounce of trepidation. She was fairly sure he’d never seen a boat that wasn’t a ferry, but he took to it like he was born for the water. His raven-black hair blew around his face. His baseball cap had been thrown into the seat above the netting.

She snagged the cooler and dumped the food into the chiller on the boat. Memories of a thousand trips on the water activated muscle memory. She unfurled the sail and untied the boat from the moorings. The water was smooth as glass, but the current was strong. With a little help from the sail, they moved out beyond the cove and into the open water.

Simon had lost his shirt and shoes, and he stood on the starboard pontoon with his aviators on and the wind whipping his hair back. She’d been worried that his lighter skin would burn, but he was already browning up.

When they hit a choppy wave, she turned into the wind and they soared out to sea faster. He fisted his hands into the sky and braced himself. She laughed as he grinned at her over his shoulder. When he rolled his hand for her to do it again, she used the rudder to turn into the wind.

He rolled into the netting above the water and splayed out until his body made an X. The smile hadn’t left his face since they’d gotten on the beach. Finally, the wind died down and she pulled the sail.

“Get up, lazy butt.”

He rolled over and stared at her, shaking his head.

“I need your long arms.” He gave her a pouty face and she sneered at him. “Earn your keep, first mate.”

He reached for the marker board on the deck.

D
o
I have to walk the plank if I don’t?

S
he laughed
. “Yes. And no sex.”

He slapped the board down and climbed out of the netting. He hopped to his feet in front of her and saluted.

“Funny guy.” She handed him a crank and pointed to the sail. They got the sail down and she dropped anchor. Before she’d let him curl back down into the netting, she cranked it tighter so the space between the pontoons was more like one big trampoline instead of a glorified hammock.

They unearthed food and drink, having a quick lunch before they made a nest of towels over the netting. She pulled off her cover-up and dropped it on the bench then crawled out into the middle to stretch out on her belly. “Oil me up?” She peeked up at him from her stacked forearms and caught the smirk tipping his lips up.

The tie of her bikini loosened. She hissed as a trail of warm oil slipped down her spine. Simon’s large, lightly callused fingertips worked the suntan oil in slowly and methodically. Along her shoulders and arms, down her back. He paid special attention to the sides under her arms. She rose up onto her forearms and tipped his aviators down as he cupped her breasts.

He slicked the oil over her nipples and massaged it in, rolling her nipples between his fingers and plucking. She shifted restlessly, but he didn’t seem inclined to do anything more than work her chest over until every inch was covered. He slipped up to her neck and then back down, but always kept her breasts his focus.

His hip leaned against hers, but that was the only part of him beyond his hands that touched her. The water sloshed and kicked under them as they drifted on the waves. His attention was gently lulling her into sighing out little moans. She whispered his name and tried to roll over, but he held her still. Forever tugging at the tips of her breasts, cupping them and lightly massaging, but nothing else.

Just when she thought she’d scream with frustration, he slipped around her back and paid the same attention to her lower back and above her bikini bottoms. He started off small. Just the tips of his fingers under the material, then slowly, he dug deeper to the rounded cheeks. He separated her cheeks and slid the oil over her skin.

When the ties loosened there too, she let out a soft groan. Part of her wanted to give back the slow, soft massage, but every part of her felt weighted down. She let him part her legs and curled her fingers into the towels as he poured oil down the small of her back.

She hissed as it slipped between her cheeks. He followed it down with his thumb and she tensed as he skimmed his fingertip over the rim. But he didn’t stop there. He arrowed down until the oil slipped between her lips.

His intense massage moved on to the backs of her thighs and every damn inch of her ass. She opened her thighs wider of her own accord as he deliberately rubbed and stroked every part of her except her pussy.

He moved behind her, between her legs and smoothed up and over her calves to her thighs. His remarkably strong fingers pushed and worked her over until she was one, massive throbbing bit of insanity.

“Simon,” she groaned when his fingers tripped over the oversensitized tissues of her pussy, but didn’t stop. Finally, he curved his hands around the fullest part of her ass and his thumbs plotted a course along the skin between her ass and thigh and then slid between her legs.

She sobbed as he tucked the pads of each thumb inside and moved forward. Full of him and ready to scream, she lifted to give him more access. She was dripping from the oil and her own wetness, and if Simon didn’t do something, she was going to scream.

He moaned and she rocked against the netting, her fingers twisting in the holes. Anything to ease the insanity driving into her with each rocking motion of the boat and his fingers. He used the nail of his thumb to tweak the top of her clit and she groaned out his name.

He slid one thumb back to her ass and used his knuckle to circle her clit, then turned his fingers and filled her with two fingers, then three. He moved them, but it wasn’t enough. She writhed under him.

“Let me come. God, you’re killing me.” The swamping orgasm hovered at the fringes of her brain and her body, threatening to drive her insane. His fingers were relentless. He opened her wider, pushed for more and she swore at him. She stared down at the water below her and couldn’t concentrate on anything but how full she was, though she knew that she’d be even better if he just covered her.