Deep Blue Hold (Deep Blue Series) (8 page)

"Baby, you have to slow down
, or I'm going to come." She's so tight. I can feel her muscles squeezing me.  It is always so amazing with her. I can't control myself it's so intense.

"I'm ready baby, I
'm coming Ian!"  She screams and I feel her convulsing and tightening around me.  I groan as wave after wave of my hot cum spurts into her.  Her legs are trembling and she is limp against me.  She is trembling now all over and I force her up so I can see her face.  She fights me wanting to stay buried in the crook of my neck.  I feel wetness, and then I hear the tiny sob. 

"Baby, look at me please."
I am still trying to see her face. I feel her shake her head no to my request.

"You
're trembling and crying. What's wrong, Aubrey?  Please look at me."  I plead with her.  She has never had this kind of reaction after sex, but I have never seen her this drunk before either.

"Are you going to leave me?"
She is sobbing now buried in my neck, her hands fisted into my white dress shirt. 

"What?
" She is trembling even more now.  I open the door climbing out of the SUV with Aubrey in my arms, and me still inside her.  She won't leave the crook of my neck. In fact, I think she's trying to nuzzle closer. 

"I can't lose yo
u, baby.  Please don't leave me," she cries and now she has her arms wrapped around me holding on for dear life. 

"No baby, never," I t
ake her into the bedroom lying her on the bed where she finally lets go of me. I slide out of her.  Her eyes are red, and her cheeks are wet from tears. 

I pull of
f my shirt and step out of my trousers before I slip her dress over her head.  It's not hard, there's barely any material to remove.  I just want to hold her right now, and I want skin on skin. 

She buries her face into the pillow and turns away from me.  I pull her to me and go to move the pillow, but she has a tight hold on it. 
God, I am so bad at the emotional stuff
.  I finally use my strength against her and roll her over so she is facing me. I rip the pillow off her head and her hair flies all over the place.  I smooth it down staring into her tear soaked eyes.

"Why are you saying this?"
I ask, kissing her nose and then her lips gently.

"I just thought
since you didn't tell me about Chelsea that maybe you were keeping you options open, just in case," she says through sobs. I can't help but laugh. 
Oh my sweet drunk girl, you are an emotional drunk
.

"First,
I love you and only you, and have never loved anyone else," I whisper to her, and she looks up in my eyes so innocent listening to me.  "Second, I didn't tell you about Chelsea because there was nothing to tell.  We went on like 3 dates and they were all with Troy and Amy.  They set us up. Chelsea and Amy are best friends." 

"So you were never serious?"
She asks with a deep sobbing sigh.

"Hell no!
" I thought she didn't buy into what Chelsea's friend had told her. 

"Did you fuck her?"

"Yes, but only one time. I never cared to again after that.  She was, and apparently still is, a little obsessed with me.  She would call all the time. I finally had to change my number," I tell her laughingly, and she lets out a laugh, or a cry, or maybe both.  I can't quite tell.

"She said you guys were hot and heavy
, and that she broke your heart because you were moving too fast." 

"Baby, I've only been hot and heavy
, and moved way too fast with one girl.  That is you."  I smooth my hand down the back of her head kissing her sweet little nose. 

"So you think we are moving too
fast?" She starts sobbing again. 
Ok this has to be hormonal
.  We've been together a month now, and there hasn't been "a time of the month" yet, so maybe that's what this is combined with the alcohol.  I have heard stories of PMS, but have never been with a woman long enough to experience it. 

"No baby, we are moving just right for us."

"You still love me?"  She sobs, and then a hiccup sort of thing. I'm not sure. 

"With all
of my heart, Aubrey Elizabeth Jackson.  I love you so much it hurts.  You make me whole, and without you, I have no reason for living."  My words so true seem to do the trick, because I get a weak smile and she cuddles into me.  Within seconds I hear her breathing soften and she is out. 

Holy shit, so this is what happens to a hormonal woman.  Oh boy
!  I am going to have to get some advice from Sam on this one. 

I lay there
wide awake still holding my girl, and for the first time in the past month that I have been in bed with her, she starts snoring. 
It's so damn cute, her little snore.
No doubt from all of the crying. Her mouth is open a little, and I wonder if all of the sniffles have stuffed her up. 

I sneak out of bed to go into the
office to get some work done.  When I open my email, I have one sent from the president of IPS telling me they found the over-nighted package, and it will be hand delivered to my office on Monday.  That's a huge relief, but also not knowing what's in it still scares the shit out of me.  Tomorrow being Sunday, I will wait till Monday morning to tell Aubrey, and she can come into the office with me.  We'll open it together.

Chapter 10

Aubrey

For the second time in a week
, I wake up with a hangover and a splitting headache.  I need to lay off of the drinking because this sucks.  I roll over and Ian isn't in bed.  It is almost 9:00 in the morning.  I can't believe I slept in this late.

I smell food cooking
and crawl out of bed.  I find Ian's shirt from last night.  Like always, I put it on, inhaling his scent as I do.  I only button a couple of the buttons in the middle and put on some sexy lace panties.  Unfortunately, I remember last night and my breakdown.  I want to give Ian something to look at, and hope he is not running for the hills.  I know my period is due probably today or tomorrow. That mixed with all the alcohol, I was a mess.  I will have to do some recon today, and make it up to my poor man.  He was a champ though. He said and did all the right things.  God I love him and don't know what I did to deserve him.  Going into the bathroom to clean up, I discover that my period had started. 
Damn!

When I walk into the open floor plan family room that is connected to the kitchen
, I see Ian in black shorts and no shirt. He is flipping pancakes at the stove. His house is decorated in a nautical theme, and it is very obvious that only a man has lived here.  His back to me, his muscles ripple as he moves.  As always, I'm in awe of this man.

I come around the counter
before he sees me, his deep blues lighting up.  "Good morning my beauty," he coos, turning his attention back to the breakfast he is cooking. 

I hop up on the kitchen counter watching him
, drooling at the sight of this gorgeous man cooking me breakfast half naked. 

He turns around and places a plate of pancakes down by a plate of bacon and eggs. 

"I like this," he says coming over to me and moving his way between my thighs.  

"Sorry," I say as Ian takes a
bite of a piece of bacon then holds it up for me to take a bite.  "Mmmm, that's good."  I tell him chewing the salty bacon. Greasy breakfast food always works great for a hangover.

"Sorry abo
ut what?" Ian asks as his hand starts to travel up my thighs. He studies me with is deep blues.

"About my emotional outburst last night."

"You have your PMS, and I have my caveman moments. It's all good, just part of being a couple," he says all sweet and understanding.  “Kind of like the circle of life.” He shrugs.

“Circle of life
, huh?”

“Yeah you know, like when the female praying mantis eats t
he male after they mate.”  He wiggles his eyebrows at me and gives me a sideways smile.

“Oh s
top, I wasn’t that bad.” I slap his arm laughing.

“Okay, maybe not.”
He starts laughing too.

"How'd you know it was PMS?"
I ask as he takes a forkful of buttery, syrupy pancakes and puts it up to my mouth.  I take the bite, licking my lips to catch a drop of syrup.

"Because I can do math, baby.  We've been together for a month
, so it wasn't hard to figure out." He smiles at me while feeding me another bite of pancake and giving me his dimple smile as I take the bite.  He still has one hand on my upper thigh and looks like he has no interest in moving. 

"You really are too good to
be true."  I tell him taking another piece of bacon.  Now I hold it up to him to take a bite and he does. I put the rest of the piece in my mouth and chew slowly.  He moves in and bites my lower lip gently. 

“What would you like to do today, my girl?  I was going to fuck you senseless
, but I guess that’s out of the question,” he says leaving me to hand me a cup of coffee. 

“Lay around the pool and veg.”

“In a bikini?”

“But of course.”  I smile
, leaning in for another kiss.

Sam and Miry join us that afternoon around Ian’s pool. His is nicer than theirs.  He has a grotto with a waterfall and more shady areas.  In this hot sun, the shade it nice.

Mir
y of course brought drinks, and in the kitchen she blends up some slushy fuzzy navels. “This is amazing,” I tell her taking a sip.

“
The secret is fresh peach puree,” she says handing Ian and Sam theirs.  They’ve been in the pool playing some sort of hoop game. Ian has a basketball hoop on the side of the pool. However, what they were playing was no basketball.  It was way too aggressive for that.  Miry and I enjoyed the scenery of the two very gorgeous men in the pool, their skin slick and shiny from the water.

“Wi
ll you get my back?” I hand the tube of SPF to Miry, sitting on the edge of her lounger so she can get the areas I can’t reach.

“I could have done that for you
, baby,” Ian says coming over to us, the cold pool water dripping off of him. He makes us squeal as he shakes the water off and it hits us.  

“Yeah, but Miry doesn’t get an
erection when she does it.” I laugh at him as I put up my hands to shield my face from the cold water.

“Are you sure?”
Sam says walking up doing the same thing Ian had just done and getting us all wet.

“They're like two
teenage boys I swear, and baby I don’t get hard ons.” Miry hands the tube back to me when she is finished. 

“Oh ok,
so what would you call it then?” Sam’s laughing, and I move to sit between Ian’s legs as he leans back on one of the loungers.  He wraps his arms around me and rests his chin on the top of my head.

“Call what?”
Miry asks Sam

“What you did to me last night after bumping and
grinding with Aubrey all night,” Sam says raising one eyebrow at her.

“That baby was called fuck
ing, and we have done it before,” Miry says throwing a towel at him.

“Not like that we haven’t.
I’m not complaining though.”

Miry looks at me and ro
lls her eyes.  “He was so drunk it took him awhile. He thought he was superman or something.”  She laughs and Ian lets out a deep throaty laugh.  "He thinks I have the hots for you or something," she says looking at me for a second before she throws a beach ball at Sam who is cannon balling into the pool.

"Do
n't they all think that all women have the deep dark fantasy of being with another woman?"  I laugh.

"You mean you don't?"
Ian pipes up behind me sounding like I crushed everything he ever believed in.

"That's for us to know
, and for you to well, maybe find out." I turn my head to the side to see his handsome face.  Miry starts laughing beside us.

"I do love you
, Aubrey, and I am so glad to have a friend here that I can be myself with.  Everyone on this damn island is so stuffy and prude," Miry says, waving her hand in the air for affect. 

Chapter 10

Ian

After Sam and Miry left, Aubrey made dinner
.  It amazed me how fast and effortless it was for her to whip up some chicken marsala. 

"I need you to come into the office with me tomorrow."  I tell her when we are r
elaxing on the couch watching TV.  She's lying between my legs with her head on my chest and laughing at a rerun of King of Queens.  She looks up at me with questioning eyes.