Chapter 64

With Mandy curled tight under the covers, still panting, I crept from bed to grab a drink of water. No sooner had we stepped into the cabana than I’d kept my promise. After pounding her flat onto the mattress until she could only chew at the sheets, I unleashed a torrent of pent-up seed far inside her clenching tunnel.

When I turned to her, my heart froze. She’d rolled to her back and those blue lasers were scanning me. At a tremor causing her eyelashes to flutter, I chortled and held the glass towards her. But, lips sucked deep in her mouth, she shook her head.

“What are you thinking?” I asked, while stretching my aching spine.

“Mmm, how lucky I am,” she whispered, sliding a loose strand of dark hair from her cheek.

“You? I’m the—”

“No. You make your own luck, Jim.” She gulped and clasped herself tighter as another quiver rattled her tiny frame. “And are kind enough to share it with others.”

“Hmm, if you say so.” I shrugged and glanced towards the sea. My heart was racing; her words had sliced to my core.

“I do. You’re a good man, Jim.” She giggled, and when I turned, she was running a shiny red nail along the collar. “And I mean that as your sexy wife, not just your pet slut.”

“Noted.” I sighed and flashed her a grin. “Sexy.”

“Hmm, maybe slutty is more appropriate.” A quiet chuckle left her. “Can I be your slutty wife?”

Although she’d laughed, her eyes blazed. She wasn’t talking about right then and there at the resort. Nor was I when I nodded.

“Sure. I’d like that, Mandy.”

“I love you so much,” her voice was shaky as her eyelashes blinked back tears. “You still believe that, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I cocked my head. “Why wouldn’t I?”

“Well, I was with the girls the whole time and—”

“Did you enjoy yourself?”

“Yes.” She nodded. “But—”

“No buts.” I held up a palm. “If you’re enjoying yourself, then I’m happy. What was it one of them said? ‘Happy wife means a happy life.’” But even as her eyes softened, my pulse staggered. She wouldn’t say it, but memories flooded me. Debbie had been beyond happy, yet I’d been miserable. “At least with you, I know you’ll—”

“Always be yours, Jim.” She swallowed a quiet sob and hugged the sheets tighter.

“Yeah, and you’re stuck with me.” I snorted while forcing Debbie’s images from my mind. “Now get some sleep. Slow day today.”

“Okay.” Eyelids already drooping, she nodded and sank into the covers. The night before, while I’d slept beneath the stars, she and the girls had played. At least until Mandy had found me on the foredeck and slipped under the towel. “Love you, master.”

“Love you too, slut,” I said while heading for one of the loungers on the veranda.

With a sigh, I sipped water and watched bathers and a few amorous couples frolicking on the beach. Beneath a few darker clouds scudding low on a stiffening wind, the surf was rougher. But it was still warm and as the heat sank deeper into my aching bones, time wandered away. My eyelashes soon fluttered closed as well.

At the sound of a doorknob jiggling from Denise and Simon’s old room, I opened my eyes and rolled my head. The louvered folding doors were again open—a sure sign of impending new arrivals. Amid thumping arose a woman’s voice muttering curses. As the noise continued, I rose from the lounger to peek around the corner.

A slender redhead, her back to me, was trying to tug an enormous pink suitcase over the threshold. With every yank, the large travel bags over her shoulder swayed into the door. Silver and black handle still extended, a smaller, matching case had toppled onto the carpet.

“Hey there, neighbor,” I called, while striding into the room. “Let me give you a hand.”

“Oh, that would be brilliant. Thank you,” she replied in a British accent without turning.

Once I’d appeared beside her, my thigh rubbed alongside hers as I grasped the larger case’s handle. After a forceful twist, it thumped through the doorway. Only then did she give my naked frame a scan, and her gasp brought a grin to my face.

But as her gaze rose to find me, my pulse staggered. Brilliant blue eyes, a lighter shade than Mandy’s, pierced me for a brief second. Then they dropped once more to stare at my swaying mast.

“Oh, sorry.” I chuckled and backpedaled. “I was sunbathing. You good?”

As she nodded, the redhead fixed me with her gaze once more. When the door automatically closed behind her with a muffled thunk, she jumped.

“Um, look, uh, my wife’s asleep next door.” I gestured to our room. “If you’re hungry, uh, we’ve got lunch coming. They usually don’t feed you until dinner on your first day.”

As soon as I’d mentioned ‘wife,’ the woman relaxed. But as I turned to walk away, I noted her lingering glance. Also, that she was chewing her lip.

“Here alone?” I asked from the open folding doors.

“Actually”—she cleared her throat and lifted her eyes from my rear to my smile—”um, I arranged this for my boyfriend and I. But he backed out yesterday. Work or something.” She shrugged and glanced past me at the beach. “I think he was scared once he found out it was a couple’s place. It’s already paid for. So, I figured why not have a nice vacation? Just some sun.” She exhaled and while running a hand through her wavy tresses, golden streaks appeared in the sunlight. “But not sure about having fun without him.”

“Oh, well.” I grinned. “I’m certain a gorgeous young woman here alone will be up to her, um, ears, in all the fun she can handle.”

As her cheeks flushed, my rod reflexively pulsed. Which she noted, and I stepped onto the veranda to the sound of her curt huff.

“Lunch in a half-hour,” I called over my shoulder. “Come over and meet my wife. She’s a lot of”—I laughed—”fun.”

After reclining again on the lounge chair, I kept my heartbeat steady as the sounds of her unpacking resounded. Although I was out of sight, she hadn’t closed the doors. Did I think she’d join us? Yes, she’d come alone. Which meant she was brave. And adventurous.

When a quiet yawn and groan came from our room, I rose and glanced once more at the neighbor’s open doors. Mandy and the redhead had a lot in common. With a smile, I walked into our room.

“Oh, God. What’s that grin for?” she murmured while sliding from the sheets.

“Got a new neighbor.” I nodded at the wall separating our rooms. “Single woman. Young. Pretty. You’d like her.”

“Me?” she said, staring at my semi-hard flesh. With a giggle, she stretched upwards while rising from the bed and scampered past me with another giggle. “Somebody else thinks she’s pretty.”

As she brushed her hair in the bathroom, I couldn’t tear my gaze from her sleek frame. When she caught me staring, she arched her perky tits and eased her firm, round butt outward. As her eyes blazed at me, she slid her tongue over her lips.

“Mmm, fuck, master. That look. How can you...” She sighed and shook her head. “Never mind. I’m also horny around you all the damned time.”

“Yeah, ain’t we a match made in heaven?” I murmured while leaning on the doorframe. That got a sudden gulp, followed by a strange silence from her as she continued running the brush through her wavy, dark tresses. My gaze drifted to the rolling surf. “I invited her for lunch.”

“Gonna play with her?”

At her voice and quiet giggle, I returned to find that impish grin. Whatever had troubled her had once more faded. Not only that, but she also didn’t question if the woman would appear. Instead, she slipped past me to reach for a dress in the closet.

“We both are.” I nodded at the dress. “Leave it.”

“Oh?” After releasing the hanger, she ran a finger along her collar. “Am I gonna be a naughty little slut for my sexy stud husband again?”

“Yes.” I chuckled. “How’d you guess?”

“Mmm, master.” She eased her curves into my chest and lifted to nip at my chin. “Like I said earlier, I know you.”

“Um-hmm, that you do.”