Nothing More Beautiful (37 page)

“Anywhere?” It wasn’t really a question.

“You name the place and we’ll go. We need to
get away,” he repeated.

I just felt like going home and curling up
with him. But a trip also sounded nice. Someplace warm and
tropical—and secluded. I didn’t want to see people. “Hawaii,” I
finally said.

“Hawaii it is.” He smiled, and then kissed
me with all the love in the world.

FRIDAY FINALLY CAME AFTER
an exhausting week. The news buzzed with the story: “Local
Billionaire Abducted, Girlfriend Nearly Dies.” I couldn’t stand it,
and shut it out as best I could, burying myself in work. The only
problem with that was more and more people stopped by each day as
the week progressed, packing the bakery and brunch house, and every
one of them had questions for me. “Is it true you were stabbed ten
times?” one woman asked, as she paid for her latte. It seemed like
every person had heard a different version. She was one of hundreds
to ask the same question or some variation of it. A few people even
asked to see the wounds. The silver lining was that business was
good. Better than good, actually.

But there was no break—until Friday, when we
stepped on the private jet to Kauai. I didn’t even know about the
Hillsboro airport until Vince drove us out there at five in the
morning. Apparently it was where all the celebrities flew into
Portland, to avoid PDX and the public crowd.

The privacy was beyond wonderful: not a soul
to interrupt us. Even though it was early, I was used to the time,
and I alternated between watching Vince sleep, the view from the
jet window, and my book. I must have drifted off at some point,
because I jumped awake when the plane hit a pocket of turbulence.
I’d slept little since Monday and the incident with Terrance.
Knowing he was dead gave me little comfort, but I clung to it
nonetheless. Mostly I clung to Vince and my friends.

Vince dealt with the ordeal differently than
I did, avoiding work altogether, shutting out everyone but Alma and
me. He swore a break would set him right. We hadn’t had sex since,
both of us partly withdrawn, cuddling in each other’s arms for
consolation. The enduring flame had diminished and needed some
spark to rekindle it.

We both hoped we would find it on the
trip.

When I glanced over at Vince’s seat, I saw
that he was gone, a note left in his place. I reached over and
grabbed it. “Meet me in the bathroom,” I read aloud.
The
bathroom? Why would he. . .? 
And then it hit me.
It was one of my fantasies on the list: to join the mile high
club.

A sudden rush of arousal washed over me. I
pushed in the door, and there was Vince, naked except a thong with
a tux on it, standing as far back as he could. Even when the door
closed, there was no room to maneuver.

His cock was hardening with expectancy, the
thin fabric of the thong doing little to hold it back. After such a
distant week sexually, I had no idea he was ready to resume our
naughty adventures. “Why, hello,” he said, low and sexy.

“How long have you been in here?” I asked,
smiling.

“I don’t know, I took off my watch before I
came in,” he laughed. He rocked his hips back and forth and his
cock popped out of the thong. “I don’t know how you wear these.
They’re not comfortable.”

“I guess I’ll have to make it worth your
trouble,” I said, seizing his cock, squeezing.

He gasped, the fire in his eyes coming to
life for the first time all week.

I knelt down and took his entire length in
my mouth, slowly inching down and up, while my left hand massaged
his balls. Moving aside the thong, I held the tip of his head
against his abs, licking up the bottom side of his shaft, then down
the seam of his balls, circling my tongue around them.

His entire area was cleanly shaven, except
around his pubic bone, which was trimmed short. I took both his
hairless balls into my mouth, sucking, pumping his shaft. He
sounded like he was about to come, and that was when he stopped me.
“This is your fantasy, not mine.” He helped me up, pulling me in
for a sweet kiss.

Sliding down my yoga pants and panties, he
knelt, running his hands down my thighs as he kissed my pussy. The
cramped spacing made it all the more intimate, his head right under
my body, with nowhere else to go. I closed my legs around him as he
clawed my ass. His tongue loved my clit, swirling in the most
erotic way, so wet and soft and gentle—I never wanted him to
stop.

When he did, I was more than yearning, and
he stood, uncapping a small purple bottle of lube, designed for
women’s pleasure. He rubbed the warmth all over me. I turned around
and stuck out my ass. There was barely enough room, but I thought
it would work, leaning over the sink.

He positioned his legs to the side of the
toilet, bending over me, with his chiseled stomach on my back. His
shout thundered when he penetrated. It had been so long. I couldn’t
believe how much I’d missed the fullness of his cock in me. He
paused, letting the feeling run through my body, and then he slid
out and in, slowly, sensuously, tirelessly. It didn’t take long
before we were lost in the moment, his hand holding mine above the
door, the other on my hip and ass, supporting him as he thrust
away. He screamed in orgasm. I followed seconds later when his cock
was at its max in girth.

He nearly collapsed on top of me, spent, in
the wild haze that was ecstasy. I turned around and kissed him.

After we cleaned up and returned to our
seats, he handed me a pen and his notepad, opening it to our list.
Smiling, I crossed off number fourteen.

OUR RENTAL WAS A
small
cottage on a private beach on the south side of Kauai. We were
somewhere outside Poipu, but I didn’t know where exactly. I studied
Google Maps for a while so that I wasn’t completely lost.

After breaking in the sheets of the king—as
well as the sofa cushions—we decided to go into town for dinner. I
couldn’t believe the weather, so warm and sunny. It was hard to
grasp that people lived here all the time. How did anyone leave?
I’d heard the word “paradise” thrown around so much before that it
had devalued the real experience. It truly was paradise.

We browsed around the Poipu Shopping
Village, choosing Poipu Tropical Burgers after some debate. Once I
saw the Hawaiian Coconut Cheddar Burger, I knew the restaurant was
the right choice. We watched birds fly through the restaurant and
land less than a foot away, chirping, begging, and scrounging as
they hopped around. We browsed through the rest of the shops after
dinner, while Vince got updates of game three of the Blazers
playoff on his phone. We ordered some gelato as dessert and watched
a hula show in the center of the shopping village.

The troubles of the week seemed to melt away
in the island heat. Thoughts of Terrance still haunted me, but they
had dulled, as though someone were dragging the experience to the
back of my subconscious, hiding it away. That night, when I drifted
off in Vince’s arms, I said goodbye to the trauma, locking it away
for the week.

VINCE WAS PREPARING
BREAKFAST
when I woke up the next morning. I’m not sure when
he had gone to pick up groceries, but bacon was frying, along with
eggs, peppers, onions, and mushrooms. He sprinkled a white cheese
on top as I entered the kitchen area.

“Good morning,” he said, as I hugged him
from behind. He twisted his neck and leaned back for a kiss.

“Morning,” I returned. “This all looks
great. How long have you been up?”

“An hour or so.” He snatched up the bacon
with a pair of tongs and laid the strips on a toweled plate.

“I can’t believe how comfortable that bed
is. I slept so well. I don’t think I woke up once. How about you?
Did you sleep all right?”

“Slept great, yeah,” he answered, but
hesitation signaled that it wasn’t as tranquil as mine. “I have a
surprise for you,” he said, before I could ask anything more on the
subject.

“I see that. I’ll make you breakfast
tomorrow.”

“No, not this,” he said, grinning. “It’s
something much,
much
better.”

“Really?” I raised my eyebrows comically.
“How much better can it get than bacon and scrambled eggs?” I
poured a glass of orange juice from a new container.

“Well, I don’t know about better,” he
laughed, “but it can get a whole lot sexier.” The hunger that
existed in his eyes since I met him was now back after that
terrible week, refueled from yesterday. It stirred all the urges
Vince brought out in me.

I rubbed his cock through his shorts. “I
can’t wait to see this surprise.”

“After breakfast though—I’m starving.” We
both sat down and ate our fill. I took a shower and put on a nice
summer dress. Vince was waiting outside on the patio area, lying
back in a lounge chair, reading a fantasy book. He laid the book on
his knee. “Ready for your surprise?”

“Are we driving or walking to it?”

“Walking.”

I smiled, excited about the prospect of some
delicious treat. “Lead the way.”

He left the book on the table, retrieving
our sunglasses from inside, then came back with a big-ticket
digital camera strapped around his neck. “It goes along with the
surprise,” he said, after I gave him an unsure look. Even though
the camera differed from Terrance’s, seeing the same sort of device
sent a shiver of unease down my spine. “Trust me: it’s
uncomfortable for me, too, but we both have to move past the little
things. This is for fun.” He offered me his hand. “To the
beach?”

I entangled my fingers in his. “To the
beach.” The cottage was built back from the shoreline and the
beautiful golden sand. Trees blocked both sides of the area,
leaving only the ocean in front of us, providing some privacy from
neighbors. The dirt path was riddled with black rocks and small
pebbles, but I ignored the stabbing as we walked over them
barefoot.

The secluded beach of the cottage stretched
on for a few thousand feet. It wasn’t huge, but it was beautiful,
and free of people. It seemed as though we had the whole stretch to
ourselves, which made little sense with the number of other small
cottages and houses along the beachfront.

“Where are all the people?” I asked him.

“At other beaches,” he replied, burying his
feet in the warm sand, gazing out across the blue-green water.
“They’ve been compensated for the day. We shouldn’t be
bothered.”

“We have it all to ourselves?” I asked,
surveying the gorgeous coastline.

“For today.” He strode up to me and took me
in his strong arms. “I love you,” he said, his voice smooth and
sweet.

“I love you, too,” I said. We just held each
other for a few minutes in the sun’s warmth, basking in the rays
and each other’s love. I touched the camera that was now resting on
his back. “So, what’s the camera for?”

“For the rest of the surprise.” He took my
hand and led me around scads of huge bushes. “This may be more for
me, but I hope you find it as fun.” Sprawled out across the upper
beach were dozens upon dozens of swimsuits. Bikinis dominated the
bunch, but a collection of each style was present. The swimsuits
ranged from plain and traditional to wild and exotic in shape and
pattern.

I scanned over them, evaluating what they
meant. Looking back at Vince’s camera, the scheme hit me. “A photo
shoot?”

His smile turned wicked and seductive. “A
tropical beach
photo shoot. It has been a fantasy of mine
ever since I saw a Sports Illustrated calendar when I was in my
pubescent years. I hope you will accommodate this indulgence,” he
said, his eyes yearning.

Modeling had never sounded tempting in any
way, though I’d been told by a few that I should, mostly by
Danielle’s single and horny friends, but also by men who dared to
hit on me back in college. This wasn’t modeling though. It was a
show for Vince, to satisfy a fantasy and to spur his desire.
“Okay,” I agreed. “But on one condition.”

“What’s that?” He raised the camera and
snapped a photo of me.

“That I get a turn taking pictures of
you.”

“But I don’t have any special outfits.” He
waved his hand at all the swimsuits.

“That’s all right, I like you better naked.”
I flashed him a provocative smile. “So what do you say?”

“I have no problems flipping the
fantasy.”

The steaming visual of Vince naked on the
beach stimulated my already fluttering heartbeat. I could see why
it was a fantasy for him. I picked up a pink polka-dotted top with
a frill along the cleavage line. “Which one do you want me to start
with?”

He pointed to a strapless red suit with
three oval cutouts to reveal side cleavage. Without fear of being
seen, I stripped off the dress, already naked underneath, and
strapped on the swimsuit top and matching bottoms. Once I was
ready, he directed me in front of the beach, facing the trees. “Now
lean forward on your fists,” he said as I knelt, arching back. I
did as directed and my bust squished together. He squatted in front
of me, snapping photo after photo.

“God, you’re sexy,” he said after every
shot. I swapped the bikini for another one after Vince had gotten
all the pictures he wanted. The morning flew by as I listened to
his directions, coupled with the crashing tide, and the birds that
flew around the beach and treed shoreline.

After a long lunch break, we went back to
the beach until I had done every pose imaginable in over thirty
different outfits. I loved them all, feeling sexier with each one
Vince picked out.

Then it was my turn with the camera. I
tugged down Vince’s board shorts and used the massage oil we’d been
pouring on me all day to rub down his cock until it was nice and
long, but not erect. “Try and think of something else,” I said,
noticing that his cock just kept growing.