Yield to Love (16 page)

After the night tour, they’d come back to
her villa and showered again, ridding themselves of the bug spray
and the sweat and funk of the forest. Freshly showered, he felt
like a new man.

“
How’s your ankle?” he
asked Marlowe.

She sat next to him on a wicker couch
nursing a rum and coke. “Much better, thank you. In fact, I don’t
feel any pain at all.”

“
Maybe it’s the
combination of painkillers with the alcohol. I hope you’re not
going to pass out on me.”

“
Aw, live a little, why
don’t you? I have a high tolerance for pain.”

He flashed her a wicked grin. “I think you
did this on purpose just so you could press your breasts into my
back and make me feel your nipples during the entire walk.”

She smiled. “Could you really feel
them?”

“
You know I could. I
couldn’t wait for that tour to be over so I could get you back
here.”

She laughed. “Me too. I had such a good
time. Thank you for being my knight in shining armor.”

“
You’re
welcome.”

“
And our tour guide,
Enrique was so nice.”

“
Yeah, right. I wanted to
smash that guy’s face in.”

Roque didn’t like how the guy looked at
Marlowe. In fact, all the men they encountered today had stared too
long at Marlowe in his opinion. She was an attractive woman. He
guessed it was to be expected. But still, he didn’t have to like
it.

“
Jealous?” she asked,
reading his mind.

“
Why should I
be?”

“
Exactly.”

“
You’re stunningly
beautiful. Men are bound to look.”

“
Exactly.”

“
I mean, it’s not like you
encourage the attention.”

“
Exactly.”

He gave her a sideways glance. “Is that all
you’re going to say?”

“
I’m hungry.”

“
I can order room
service,” he offered.

Her lips curled into a seductive smile. “I’m
ravenous for something else.”

He grinned as Marlowe rose and performed an
impromptu strip tease. Within seconds, she stood in front of him
wearing nothing but a scrap of lace that passed for a thong. “Are
you ready for me, Mr. Coleman?”

Hell yeah, he was ready and willing!

He nodded, licking his lips in anticipation.
He wasted no time unbuttoning his trousers and freeing his
throbbing cock. He shifted in his seat and then pulled a condom
from the wallet in his back pocket. Once he was sheathed, he curled
a finger in Marlowe’s direction.

“
What’s your fantasy?” she
asked.

“
Ride me.”

She straddled him, poised above the head of
his dick. He ripped the delicate thong from her lush body.

“
Umm, somebody’s
impatient,” she cooed.

“
Somebody needs to be
inside you, now,” he growled. He grabbed her hips and thrust
himself inside her. She was hot and wet. “Looks like I’m not the
only one who was ready,” he said.

Marlowe began riding him with slow,
undulating movements. Her pace was unhurried as her velvety walls
stroked his cock. Roque groaned with pleasure. As she arched her
back and moved against him, he gripped her hips, digging his
fingers into her delicate flesh.

He flicked his tongue over her hard
nipples, lavishing each one with attention, and rolling the
distended buds between his teeth. He loved the shape and feel of
her full breasts. It seemed he would never get tired of sucking
them. Trapped between her soft thighs, Roque surrendered to her
fully. Her eagerness excited him, and all too soon, he found
himself responding to the molten heat building inside of him. His
passion was like a runaway horse, breaking free and galloping at
full speed. He wanted to delay the feeling, drag it out, and savor
the feel of Marlowe’s voluptuous body for just a few minutes
more.

But she was relentless, pounding,
grinding. She slid up and down on his dick, coating it with her
milky essence. Her tight walls squeezed and pulsated as she rode
him with frenzied bucking movements. It was too much. Jolts of
pleasure ripped through him, quickly sending him over the edge.
Marlowe cried out, gripping his shoulders as they shared the same
hot sparks of a budding inferno.

He held on as long as he could, but a blast
of heat rocketed through him, searing him to the core, and
crumbling his resolve. He gave a final powerful thrust. Marlowe
shuddered against him and screamed out his name as she claimed her
orgasm. Roque growled as he erupted for the third time that day. He
pumped until he was drained, riding the wave of his orgasm like a
professional surfer. As he drifted down from his cloud of ecstasy,
he shook his head.

Nasty.

Pure, unadulterated nasty.

That’s what this had been.

And he’d loved every fucking minute of
it.

Marlowe had met him stroke for stroke,
thrust for thrust, and rhythm for rhythm. Her tight walls had
gripped him, milking every drop of his essence from him.

He breathed hoarsely in her ear. “Woman,
what am I going to do with you?”

She purred back, “Whatever I let you
do.”

She wrapped her arms
around his shoulders and laid her head in the crook of his neck.
Surrounded by the fragrant aromas of the garden and bathed in the
faint glow of the moonlight, their bodies lay entwined like a
pretzel. For the next few moments, they floated languidly, hanging
on to the fading vestiges of ecstasy.
As
his ragged breathing ebbed, he cradled Marlowe in his arms. In one
day, she’d given him some of the best sex he’d ever had. So, now
they had a problem: Marlowe, it seemed, had a voracious sexual
appetite to match his. If this is what the next two days would be
like, he was in a world of trouble.

Their second day in Costa
Rica was action-packed. They started the morning with what should
have been a leisurely horseback ride. However, since Marlowe had
never ridden a horse before, the day got off to a slow start. She
was convinced the ornery mare she rode had a personal vendetta
against her. She should have known the old nag would be trouble
when she tried to bolt every time Marlowe attempted to mount
her.

Eventually, the horse’s
handler had to intervene. He was a stocky man with long, greasy
hair. “Oh, my lovely Carmella,” he cooed to the horse. “What has
you so fired up this morning?” He stroked Carmella’s nose, and fed
her an apple, which instantly calmed her.

“
No fair.” Marlowe pouted.
“You gave her a treat. No wonder she likes you.”

“
I specifically selected
this mare for you,” the handler told her. “Carmella is a very
docile horse.”

“
Hah! Coulda fooled me,”
Marlowe replied as she finally got situated in the saddle. She was
out of breath from the effort. She adjusted the coat of her riding
habit. She felt like a piece of boudain stuffed into the unfamiliar
clothing.

She twisted her neck to
see what Roque was doing. He looked majestic sitting atop his
dappled gray mare as if it were the most natural thing in the world
for him to be there. The snug riding breeches he wore accentuated
his muscular thighs. Despite her precarious position atop her
horse, Marlowe felt a rush of warmth between her legs.

Damn, that man is
sexy!

“
Why is your horse so
well-mannered, while mine seems to want to run away and join the
rodeo,” Marlowe complained.

Roque grinned. “First of
all, you have to learn to relax.”

“
I am relaxed. Don’t I
look relaxed?”

“
If the death grip you
have on those reins is any indication, I’d say no, you don’t look
relaxed.”

Marlowe scowled and
remembered she was supposed to be having fun. She couldn’t let a
little thing like a stubborn horse throw a wrench into her plans.
She rolled her shoulders and cocked her head from side to side,
like a fighter. She could do this.

“
That’s it,” Roque
encouraged. “Loosen up.”

“
Easy for you to say. It
took me three tries to get on this horse. You got on yours the
first time with no problems.”

He shrugged. “I must admit
I’ve never had a problem mounting any female.”

Marlowe smacked her lips.
“Oh, Roque Coleman has jokes. Ladies and gentlemen,” she called
out, even though they were the only ones riding, “give it up for my
favorite entrepreneur-turned-comedian.”

“
You have to show the
horse who is master,” the handler interjected. “If she senses that
you are nervous, she will take advantage.”

“
Well,
I
am
nervous. So, sue me.”

Roque steered his horse
next to hers. “Baby, if this is too much for you, we can quit and
do the other activity I planned—skydiving.”

“
Oh, hell no!” Marlowe
gripped the reins again. “Are you crazy?”

“
Don’t tell me you’ve
never been skydiving?”

She smirked. “No, I never
had a desire to be an organ donor.”

His deep chuckle filled
the air, putting her at ease. She liked when he laughed. The sound
was so full of life. He wagged his finger at her. “I can see I have
a lot to show you, woman. You haven’t even begun to
live.”

“
So, you’re saying I was
dead before?”

“
Pretty much, but don’t
worry. When we get back to the villa, I’ll give you a little
CPR—Clitoral Pampering Resuscitation.”

Marlowe cracked up
laughing. And just like that, Roque had managed to ease her
tension. She was so busy laughing, she forgot all about her
nervousness.

They rode for hours,
touring Costa Rica on horseback. The land really was beautiful.
Marlowe and Roque navigated their horses through a variety of
terrain, including rolling hills, pastures, and the rainforest.
Carmella was behaving like the perfect lady, and soon, the steady
rhythm of her hooves on the damp ground became a comforting sound
instead of reason to be frightened. Marlowe inhaled deep breaths of
the earth-scented air. She was enjoying herself. She was so glad
Roque suggested this. Not just the activity, but the entire trip.
She didn’t realize how hard she’d been working until she’d taken
the time for a break. She hadn’t told her sisters where she was
going; only that she’d be gone for a few days. It was better that
way. Less questions. She wasn’t prepared to give answers about
Roque right now. She only knew that when he asked her to fly away
with him, it felt right. So, she did it.

She glanced at him as he
rode beside her. Yes, Roque Coleman was full of surprises. She had
to confess, she was relishing the time they’d spent together. She
smiled to herself as she recalled her first impression of him. When
she’d first met him, she thought he was a man without passion. She
was usually a good judge of character, but she couldn’t have been
more wrong about him.

“
What are you smiling
about,” he asked.

Caught, she made up something. “I was
wondering when I’m going to see that volcano you promised me.”

He nodded. “Glad you
asked. Coming right up.”

They took about an hour to
ride around the Arenal Volcano. The mound of earth and hardened
rock jutting into the heavenly blue Costa Rican sky was simply
amazing. Thank goodness, it wasn’t an active volcano. She didn’t
think she could handle the excitement of hot lava and spewing
ash.

Afterward, she and Roque
followed the guide to a spot where a large group of tourists were
walking on foot.

“
What’s going on?” she
asked.

“
They’re visiting the
waterfall,” the guide answered.

“
A waterfall? Oh, are we
going, too?”

Roque grinned. “Since it
took you so long to get on that horse, I wasn’t sure you’d want to
get off again. We’d have to dismount and hike to get to the
waterfall.”

She laughed. “I’m up for
it if you are.”

Minutes later, they
dismounted. Marlowe was almost sad to be rid of Carmella. Almost.
She and Roque hiked down to the waterfall to take in the views of
the spectacular cascade of fresh rainforest water. Thick vegetation
surrounded the waterfall. She found a spot away from the other
tourists where she could have a moment of reflection to herself. A
cool breeze wafted through the air as she stood watching a rainbow
that stretched across the water. “Beautiful,” she murmured. She
could stay here forever feeling the water spray her and the
sunshine warm her.

Roque came up behind her
and wrapped his arms around her waist. She leaned against his
strong chest and savored the feel of him nuzzling the back of her
neck.

“
I wish we could make love
here,” she purred.

“
I’ve got connections, but
not like that.” He chuckled. “But don’t worry, I’ll make it up to
you.”

For the ride back, their
guide secured a roomy Land Rover. The driver took them to a cozy
restaurant off the beaten track. Colorful tablecloths lined the
rustic wood tables. For lunch, the two of them dined on the
traditional meal called casado. The overloaded plate of rice,
beans, tortillas, carne asada, salad, and plantain was almost as
colorful as the vibrant decor. The food was bursting with flavor.
They washed their meal down with local Costa Rican beers. Then they
spent the rest of the day sightseeing and strolling among the
colorful shops. Marlowe bought a few souvenirs for her sisters and
Toye. She could shop for hours on end and never tire of it. But she
decided to give Roque a break. Besides, she was ready to strip out
of her riding habit and step under the soothing needles of a hot
shower.